Patricia Gardner
Spiritual Gifts
To one there is
given through
the Spirit the
message of
wisdom, to
another the
message of
knowledge by
means of the
same Spirit to
another
miraculous
powers, to
another
prophecy, to
another
distinguishing
between spirits,
to another
speaking in
different kinds
of tongue, and
to still another
the
interpretation of
tongues.
1 Corinthians
12:*
To one there is
given through
the Spirit the
message of
wisdom, to
another the
message of
knowledge by
means of the
same Spirit to
another
miraculous
powers, to
another
prophecy, to
another
distinguishing
between spirits,
to another
speaking in
different kinds
of tongue, and
to still another
the
interpretation of
tongues.
1 Corinthians
12:*
Impeach Judge Patricia Gardner 61 St District Court 17th Circuit Court (Family Court Division) Judge Gardner is a member of the State Bar of Michigan, Grand Rapids Bar Association, Probate Judges Association, and Women Lawyers Association. She serves as chairperson for the State of Michigan Juvenile Accountability Block Grant Committee. Judge Gardner is active in the community serving on a number of non-profit boards including Michigan’s Children, Heart of West Michigan United Way and Arbor Circle, Hispanic Center of Western Michigan, and Healthy Marriages Grand Rapids. Web site to expose Judge Gardner Gard Dog 24 non custodial mother's children were given custody to abusive fathers or illegally placed into foster care by Judge Patricia Gardner. |
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End of 2009
This Letter Was Sent To Judge Gardner
Patricia Gardner,
My name is Nicole Marion, and I am writing this letter to give you, what seems like, some much
needed insight into Ronald Coopers character. While I have not seen or spoken to him in over 10
years I have had plenty of extremely negative experiences with him throughout the duration of his
relationship with my mother Sharon Cole. Unfortunately I was not the only one to encounter Ron’s
incredibly disturbing and abusive behavior, my brothers and sisters have also witnessed and
experienced some of these dreadful events that I will be telling you about as well.
I will start by my telling you about the first time I saw his abusive behavior, while he was not being
abusive to me at the time, I was merely a witness, he was hurting my little brother, Adam Stephens.
It was not long after my mother and two brothers Gabriel and Adam had moved into Ron’s house. I
was about 11 years old, my mother had stepped out to go to the store I believe, and my brothers
and I were at home with Ron. I was upstairs in my room as was my brother Gabe, and Adam, who
was 3 years old was downstairs with Ron. I had started to head downstairs to use the restroom and
on my way down heard Adam screaming, at which point I raced down the stairs to see what was
wrong. When I got down stairs and into the living room I saw my brother laying on the couch face
up screaming for my mom and Ron was over him holding him holding him down by his arms so
hard that Adam ended up with bruises on his arms. When I asked Ron what he was doing with my
brother he said “I cant get him to stop crying for your mom”. At this point I was extremely upset and
was yelling for him to stop and let him go. When he did let him go I picked Adam up and comforted
him as best I could.
It is hard to decide which incidents to include in this letter because there are so many. I remember
one time when I was in the 6th grade and we were living with Ron and attending Sparta Middle
School. I took my moms tennis shoes to school instead of mine because they were newer or
something I don’t really remember the reason why. Ron noticed that her shoes were gone and
asked me if I knew where they were. At the time, having been through a number of scary events
with Ron, I was scared of him and what he might do so I lied and said I didn’t know. When he
figured out that I had lied he literally threw me over his knee and spanked me which is
unacceptable to do to a 11 year old girl. Ron did not stop punishment for this lie here. Ron had a
drawer in his bathroom full of travel size bars of soap and shampoo and conditioners. Later that
night Ron told me to sit down at the kitchen table which I did. He then walked into the bathroom and
came out with three miniature bars of soap and told me, with a smile on his face, that I was going to
eat the soap to teach me not to lie any more. So he stood there in kitchen and forced me to eat
bar soap. I had to chew and swallow and if I threw up I had to start all over again. I was terrified of
Ron and his wrath so I reluctantly did what he said, for if I didn’t I’m sure he would have gotten
physically violent. My tongue was swollen for 3 days after this and I obviously did not feel well after
actually eating bar soap. This type of punishment is not only extreme and abusive but he put my
health at risk, and after this I feared for my life and the lives of my brothers. If he was crazy enough
to sit and make me eat soap who knows what other kinds of sick and twisted things would he do to
“punish” us, how far would he would he go?
After this horrific event I was mentally and emotionally worn out, and scared as I said before and at
11 years old I didn’t know of any other way to end what was going on, other than to simply not go
home. So one day after school I got on a different bus and went to a friends house to try and
contact my dad. While I struggled with this decision to not go home for fear that he might he take it
out on my brothers I just couldn’t go back there. Well the school had contacted Ron and my mom
and told them what I had done so they came to find me. My friend lived in a trailer park at the time
and my friend and I were taking a walk when I saw my mom’s car and Ron was in it. I immediately
started running and crying because I could tell by the look on his face that this was not going to be
good so I ran into my friend’s house and planted myself on the floor and would not move. My friend’
s mom had called the police to see what to do about the situation and eventually the police had
asked her to put Ron on the phone. The police told Ron he could remove me from the house any
way he could. At this point Ron grabbed me by my hair and drug me out the house because there
was no way I was going willingly. After getting me in the car, on the way home he started telling me
that every action has a reaction then he pulled over on the side of the road, we were on 17 mile rd
I believe. He got out of the car and pulled me out of the backseat and drug me down a hill to where
a swamp was and stood me nose to nose in front of him. He then started talking about actions and
consequences then pushed me into the swamp and when I stood up he pushed me back in. I was
screaming because I thought “This is it he is really going kill me” I was so terrified words cant
describe the horror I felt thinking I was going to drown in this swamp by the side of the road at the
hands of my “stepdad”. After pushing me down about 5 times he decided to drag me back up to
the car and stood me in back of the car while he got a giant stick and then he screamed at me
saying “If you fuck with your mom, your gonna fuck with me” he said this a number of times and
made me repeat it back to him, louder and louder each time. I am not sure what made him stop but
he threw me back in the car and continued on home. When we got home he threw me in the
shower with my clothes on and told me clean up. After I had finished cleaning up he and mom took
me to Pine Rest at which time I was NOT admitted I am not sure why, I almost hoped I would be so I
wouldn’t have to go back with him but they let me home with them. The next day was my dads
weekend to have me and when he picked me up and I told him what happened he immediately took
me the police station to file a report. There are pictures and copy of my report on file with the
Sparta Police. I ended up living with my dad after that.
After living with my dad and living a normal life again for a while, I ended up back with Ron and
mom, my dad had to move away for a job and I did not want to leave the state. By this time my mom
had two babies and things seemed to be calmed down a little. After living with them again for a
couple months we all moved to a home in Rockford. Now I could sit here and write about every
incident that occurred between Ron and my siblings but I’m afraid you would be sitting here with a
novel to read. However there is another incident that I would like to tell you about.
It was the first weekend of August 1999 and my mother and I had gone away for the weekend to
Steubenville Ohio for a weekend of worship and learning with my youth group. The night we
returned home it was actually my 16th birthday and I was excited to get home because my mom
was going to take me to a friends. All of this changed upon our arrival home. Ron was gone I don’t
know where he went when we got home and my two precious little sisters and my sweet little
brother were at home with Gabe. Shortly after coming home my little sister Abby had an accident
and needed to change her clothes which my mother was helping her with. And the next thing I
remember is my mom rushing everyone into the van and we were on our way to the hospital. I
asked my mom what was going on and she said that Ron hurt Abby. When I asked Abby what
happened she said “my daddy touched me with a knife“. I was immediately infuriated and sad and
confused all at the same time. I spent my 16th birthday at the Childrens Assesment Center with my
sisters and my mom. It is still very disturbing to think about I will never get the vision out of my head
of my mom trying to comfort my 2 and 3 year old sisters while they were being examined and
seeing pictures of cuts and lesions on my baby sisters private parts it is sick and disgustingly
wrong.
Ronald Cooper is a sick, twisted, disgusting, and pitiful human being and needs help. I don’t
understand how all of this has happened to our family. How could someone take these children
from my mother and give them to him knowing all of the things he has done. You have deliberately
disregarded all the evidence that has proved how horrible he is and given these precious little girls
to a monster and I can not even imagine the hell they are going through because of your poor
decisions. Not only is what you have done wrong, on a basic human level but it is against the law.
There is no reason that my siblings should have been removed from their loving home, did you
ever listen to what they had to say. Do wonder what they would say now, do you even care about
them and what they are going through. Based on the decisions you have made with this case thus
far I would say that you do not have their best interest at heart and something needs to be done,
they need to be seen and heard. My mother is not and never was abusive or neglectful in any way
shape or form to my brothers and sisters, and we all deserve to have each other in our lives. Who
are you to keep me or my mother from seeing them without valid reasons? Any person with a fully
functionally brain, who can think logically, would look at this case and all of the documentation
would see that something has gone terribly wrong here. Its seems that someone is covering things
up and that is not right. I pray everyday for the lord to fill you with compassion and open your eyes
to see what is truly going on here.
I would like to thank you for your time in reading this letter and hope with all my heart you take
everything here into consideration. This case is in serious need of re-evaluation, for my sister’s
sake I hope you take the time to do that. Like I have previously stated my mother is not and has
not been abusive or neglectful to any of her children and does not deserve any of this. My sisters
deserve to have their mother in their lives especially now at the age they are at. Thank you again
for your time, I know that with Gods grace you will make the right decisions and fix this horrible
mistake.
Sincerely,
Nicole Marion
This Letter Was Sent To Judge Gardner
Patricia Gardner,
My name is Nicole Marion, and I am writing this letter to give you, what seems like, some much
needed insight into Ronald Coopers character. While I have not seen or spoken to him in over 10
years I have had plenty of extremely negative experiences with him throughout the duration of his
relationship with my mother Sharon Cole. Unfortunately I was not the only one to encounter Ron’s
incredibly disturbing and abusive behavior, my brothers and sisters have also witnessed and
experienced some of these dreadful events that I will be telling you about as well.
I will start by my telling you about the first time I saw his abusive behavior, while he was not being
abusive to me at the time, I was merely a witness, he was hurting my little brother, Adam Stephens.
It was not long after my mother and two brothers Gabriel and Adam had moved into Ron’s house. I
was about 11 years old, my mother had stepped out to go to the store I believe, and my brothers
and I were at home with Ron. I was upstairs in my room as was my brother Gabe, and Adam, who
was 3 years old was downstairs with Ron. I had started to head downstairs to use the restroom and
on my way down heard Adam screaming, at which point I raced down the stairs to see what was
wrong. When I got down stairs and into the living room I saw my brother laying on the couch face
up screaming for my mom and Ron was over him holding him holding him down by his arms so
hard that Adam ended up with bruises on his arms. When I asked Ron what he was doing with my
brother he said “I cant get him to stop crying for your mom”. At this point I was extremely upset and
was yelling for him to stop and let him go. When he did let him go I picked Adam up and comforted
him as best I could.
It is hard to decide which incidents to include in this letter because there are so many. I remember
one time when I was in the 6th grade and we were living with Ron and attending Sparta Middle
School. I took my moms tennis shoes to school instead of mine because they were newer or
something I don’t really remember the reason why. Ron noticed that her shoes were gone and
asked me if I knew where they were. At the time, having been through a number of scary events
with Ron, I was scared of him and what he might do so I lied and said I didn’t know. When he
figured out that I had lied he literally threw me over his knee and spanked me which is
unacceptable to do to a 11 year old girl. Ron did not stop punishment for this lie here. Ron had a
drawer in his bathroom full of travel size bars of soap and shampoo and conditioners. Later that
night Ron told me to sit down at the kitchen table which I did. He then walked into the bathroom and
came out with three miniature bars of soap and told me, with a smile on his face, that I was going to
eat the soap to teach me not to lie any more. So he stood there in kitchen and forced me to eat
bar soap. I had to chew and swallow and if I threw up I had to start all over again. I was terrified of
Ron and his wrath so I reluctantly did what he said, for if I didn’t I’m sure he would have gotten
physically violent. My tongue was swollen for 3 days after this and I obviously did not feel well after
actually eating bar soap. This type of punishment is not only extreme and abusive but he put my
health at risk, and after this I feared for my life and the lives of my brothers. If he was crazy enough
to sit and make me eat soap who knows what other kinds of sick and twisted things would he do to
“punish” us, how far would he would he go?
After this horrific event I was mentally and emotionally worn out, and scared as I said before and at
11 years old I didn’t know of any other way to end what was going on, other than to simply not go
home. So one day after school I got on a different bus and went to a friends house to try and
contact my dad. While I struggled with this decision to not go home for fear that he might he take it
out on my brothers I just couldn’t go back there. Well the school had contacted Ron and my mom
and told them what I had done so they came to find me. My friend lived in a trailer park at the time
and my friend and I were taking a walk when I saw my mom’s car and Ron was in it. I immediately
started running and crying because I could tell by the look on his face that this was not going to be
good so I ran into my friend’s house and planted myself on the floor and would not move. My friend’
s mom had called the police to see what to do about the situation and eventually the police had
asked her to put Ron on the phone. The police told Ron he could remove me from the house any
way he could. At this point Ron grabbed me by my hair and drug me out the house because there
was no way I was going willingly. After getting me in the car, on the way home he started telling me
that every action has a reaction then he pulled over on the side of the road, we were on 17 mile rd
I believe. He got out of the car and pulled me out of the backseat and drug me down a hill to where
a swamp was and stood me nose to nose in front of him. He then started talking about actions and
consequences then pushed me into the swamp and when I stood up he pushed me back in. I was
screaming because I thought “This is it he is really going kill me” I was so terrified words cant
describe the horror I felt thinking I was going to drown in this swamp by the side of the road at the
hands of my “stepdad”. After pushing me down about 5 times he decided to drag me back up to
the car and stood me in back of the car while he got a giant stick and then he screamed at me
saying “If you fuck with your mom, your gonna fuck with me” he said this a number of times and
made me repeat it back to him, louder and louder each time. I am not sure what made him stop but
he threw me back in the car and continued on home. When we got home he threw me in the
shower with my clothes on and told me clean up. After I had finished cleaning up he and mom took
me to Pine Rest at which time I was NOT admitted I am not sure why, I almost hoped I would be so I
wouldn’t have to go back with him but they let me home with them. The next day was my dads
weekend to have me and when he picked me up and I told him what happened he immediately took
me the police station to file a report. There are pictures and copy of my report on file with the
Sparta Police. I ended up living with my dad after that.
After living with my dad and living a normal life again for a while, I ended up back with Ron and
mom, my dad had to move away for a job and I did not want to leave the state. By this time my mom
had two babies and things seemed to be calmed down a little. After living with them again for a
couple months we all moved to a home in Rockford. Now I could sit here and write about every
incident that occurred between Ron and my siblings but I’m afraid you would be sitting here with a
novel to read. However there is another incident that I would like to tell you about.
It was the first weekend of August 1999 and my mother and I had gone away for the weekend to
Steubenville Ohio for a weekend of worship and learning with my youth group. The night we
returned home it was actually my 16th birthday and I was excited to get home because my mom
was going to take me to a friends. All of this changed upon our arrival home. Ron was gone I don’t
know where he went when we got home and my two precious little sisters and my sweet little
brother were at home with Gabe. Shortly after coming home my little sister Abby had an accident
and needed to change her clothes which my mother was helping her with. And the next thing I
remember is my mom rushing everyone into the van and we were on our way to the hospital. I
asked my mom what was going on and she said that Ron hurt Abby. When I asked Abby what
happened she said “my daddy touched me with a knife“. I was immediately infuriated and sad and
confused all at the same time. I spent my 16th birthday at the Childrens Assesment Center with my
sisters and my mom. It is still very disturbing to think about I will never get the vision out of my head
of my mom trying to comfort my 2 and 3 year old sisters while they were being examined and
seeing pictures of cuts and lesions on my baby sisters private parts it is sick and disgustingly
wrong.
Ronald Cooper is a sick, twisted, disgusting, and pitiful human being and needs help. I don’t
understand how all of this has happened to our family. How could someone take these children
from my mother and give them to him knowing all of the things he has done. You have deliberately
disregarded all the evidence that has proved how horrible he is and given these precious little girls
to a monster and I can not even imagine the hell they are going through because of your poor
decisions. Not only is what you have done wrong, on a basic human level but it is against the law.
There is no reason that my siblings should have been removed from their loving home, did you
ever listen to what they had to say. Do wonder what they would say now, do you even care about
them and what they are going through. Based on the decisions you have made with this case thus
far I would say that you do not have their best interest at heart and something needs to be done,
they need to be seen and heard. My mother is not and never was abusive or neglectful in any way
shape or form to my brothers and sisters, and we all deserve to have each other in our lives. Who
are you to keep me or my mother from seeing them without valid reasons? Any person with a fully
functionally brain, who can think logically, would look at this case and all of the documentation
would see that something has gone terribly wrong here. Its seems that someone is covering things
up and that is not right. I pray everyday for the lord to fill you with compassion and open your eyes
to see what is truly going on here.
I would like to thank you for your time in reading this letter and hope with all my heart you take
everything here into consideration. This case is in serious need of re-evaluation, for my sister’s
sake I hope you take the time to do that. Like I have previously stated my mother is not and has
not been abusive or neglectful to any of her children and does not deserve any of this. My sisters
deserve to have their mother in their lives especially now at the age they are at. Thank you again
for your time, I know that with Gods grace you will make the right decisions and fix this horrible
mistake.
Sincerely,
Nicole Marion
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