“The Cass Corridor Ring and the B’ham Ring of pedophiles are the same people. All hanging together at one time or another at the Cass Cab Company that provided services.”

In 2014 my Dad agreed to meet with a man who wanted to tell him his theories about the OCCK case. They met and spoke and there were two witnesses to the conversation that took place. I will refer to him as John Doe. Doe has since died.

I remember my Dad telling me about this meeting; telling me some of what Doe said made sense (if you understood the larger reach of this case, not the pre-packaged law enforcement bullshit being tossed to the public off and on for decades), but the man was a mess. Physically and emotionally. My Dad said the guy most definitely seemed sincere. He shared with me the letter Doe wrote, along with his written addendums. The man had asked for silence, and we obliged. (Like anyone would listen anyway.). Having gotten the overview from my Dad and working against the rage I had that my Dad had to meet with unknown people when the MSP was not doing squat on the case, I started to read the documents.

I’m not going to lie, I fucking gave up. More shit that was too little, too late; unprovable even as lots of it made sense in a sick way. Maddening. Disgusting. Hopeless. Another example of someone coming forward, unloading and feeling much better about that, while the rest of us feel immeasurably worse. Here’s some info, y’all figure it out in your spare time. There are mentions of financial need, although no overt request for money. Another reason to discount it.

Because the guy asked for confidentiality, I ditched the documents and forgot about it. As I went through old files this week, I found them again. The man was dead of “natural causes” soon after the meeting with my Dad and the other two witnesses. My Dad stressed that Doe seemed physically quite ill when they met. One of the witnesses confirmed this with me today; said it was no surprise he died soon after because he looked very sick. I never rule out thugs and assassins from the Cass to Oakland County from that era. Some are still around and still protected, I’m sure. Either way, the man is gone and part of what he appeared to want was for his information to do some good. I am going to post the documents here.

One witness to the conversation told me it was hard to get past the fragmented story, how crazy it sounded, the lack of specifics and the man’s failure to answer direct questions. He apparently broke everything down rather than answer a simple question and was not willing to discuss or admit many things. He seemed to be evasive, incomprehensible and not credible, according to this witness. As you will deduce after reading the documents, he clearly had stuff to hide. I won’t be able to answer the many questions you will have after reading this. Your guess is as good as mine.

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