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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
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| Impeach Judge Patricia Gardner, 17th Circuit Court, (Family Court Division) Gard Dog Email info@garddog.org Judge Patricia Gardner Survey Michigan's Attorney General Michael Cox is running for Governor. Learn all about this corrupt politician at www.nocoxnow.org Kent County Family Court Survey See the cover up by the Kent County Commissioners The right to ones day in court is meaningless if the judge who hears the case lacks the talent, experience and temperament that will enable him/her to protect imperiled rights and to render a fair decision. By William H. Rehnquist Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court 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. |
| Women Lawyers vs Judges Charity Softball Game Join the YWCA and 500 of their closest friends every year for a great evening of family fun. Tickets are a "steal" and include entrance to the softball game, the Whitecaps game that follows, as well as, post-game fireworks. All proceeds directly support critical YWCA services. Mothers can not get any free legal help to fight for custody of their children, but lawyers and judges are willing to help raise money for the YWCA! Judge Patricia Gardner who sits on the United Way Board with the CEO of the YWCA sent Deanna for supervised visitations at the YWCA where she was harasses parental boundaries stepped on and they did not follow safety protocol. The staff admitted to Deanna that they thought she was secretly trying to get messages to her children. YWCA Safe Connection's Report The YWCA Tribute in 2004 for eliminating racism and empowering women went to Judge Patricia Gardner! Unite Way 2007 Campaign Cabinet Judge Patricia Gardner- 17th Circuit Court Board of Directors Caroline "Carla" Blinkhorn- YWCA President and Chief Executive Officer |
End of 2009
This Letter Was Sent To Judge Gardner
Mother has given me permission to print.
Patricia Gardner,
some much needed insight into Ronald Coopers character. While I have not seen
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 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
Mother has given me permission to print.
Patricia Gardner,
some much needed insight into Ronald Coopers character. While I have not seen
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 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