John Morin stories

John Morin is a former Lansing resident who now lives in Holt.

Preface

Truth is important to me.  Truth at times is obscured by those in authority, and the truth is never allowed to come out.  A large part of my life was affected once where lies were more important than the truth.  When I moved to Lansing, it was to escape a situation where the lies of others could further damage me.  As I have just finished writing these stories over the past months, some things have changed.  Virg Bernero has chosen not to run for mayor again.  To me, that is a plus for Lansing.  Derek Chauvin has been convicted of the murder of George Floyd, a small step towards accountability.  We all need to keep up the pressure to ensure all of us find justice under our laws.

     Lansing is no different than many cities across America: broken and doesn't even know it.  In each one of these stories, police officers knowingly and intentionally violated their oaths of office, whether it was lying on police reports, destroying evidence, not writing a police report when I was robbed, threatening Sheri and I while handcuffed in our own home, surrounding my house when I call and ask questions about police reports, or coming to my house after I had been assaulted by Simon Zeineh.  Why?  Because Edwar Zeineh sent them.  Each one mentioned here in these stories failed me, stole from me, lied on me, each time further causing me financial, emotional, physical harm.  And what you have done to Sheri, there is no more forgiveness for any of you.  The Lansing City Police have become institutionally corrupt. Knowing that their police union is there to protect them, they do not even care.  And then the politicians, they just pass the buck until the person just goes away.  When the LPD and ATF raided (see The Raid) my house, I was not too concerned, knowing how broken they were and that all they had were lies.  I was angered by the constant Lansing State Journal reporting, just more lies trying to damage me, and so after the second time it was reported, I was told by Eddie that the prosecutor agreed to no longer run the story.  But then twice more it was published containing the lies.  I guess that was what Trump meant by fake news. 

     I work for a living.  I go to bed at night sore and tired, wake up in the morning sore and tired.  Last year I averaged over fifty-seven hours per week. It is what I have had to do to recover from all of the losses I incurred and the bankruptcy I went through a few years ago.  To have pursued this while still living in Lansing I felt would have been dangerous. I do not trust any of you.   When I met Sheri, I quickly ascertained  that she had had a difficult life.  As I learned more about her, it was easy to determine that the City of Lansing had failed her, her entire life.  I took her out of her situation and showed her another way. With stability and responsibility she responded and was off to a new direction in life.  I am not into religion, but she is, so it was easy for me to have her hang out with church people, but even they turned out to be no good.  In twenty years living on Francis Avenue, few crimes were ever solved, but your hands were always out wanting money for taxes.  The last four years I lived in Lansing, I chose not to pay income taxes.  Maybe you want to make an example of me and put me in jail.  You still will not get the money, though.  I have no fear of you or what you may do to me.  Why do I write this?  To me this is a lesson learned that others may see and take heed.  It is a story that lawyers may want to investigate the liability on the part of the city.  It is a story that lawyers may use to find justice for others who are incarcerated because of bad cops. It is a story that has taken a great deal of weight off my shoulders.  But I am far from done.  I now find the will and desire to pursue justice I could not find over forty years ago.  It is never to late to seek justice.  That was when I learned that the truth which leads to justice comes to those who have money for lawyers, a relative in a position  of authority, or friends in high places.  Weeks before the raid on my house, I had told both Marc Colon Jr. and Sheri that I could afford one raid.  I had the financial resources to overcome the lies.  Without that resource, I would be sitting in a prison cell right now bitching about justice, but it would have only fallen on deaf ears. 

     I have spoken to a number of former Lansing Police officers who have given me their insight.  I have not listed anyone who may be considered a witness to any events, I do not trust you for that.  I have not mentioned everything that I have been through.  It would take me too long.  Some things are just too frustrating to speak on, such as my mother's unnecessary elective surgery that left her on her death bed, but I hear that the hospitals need this to survive.  My mother's death to help a hospital exist does not give me confidence in your doctors or hospitals.  These short stories are only to let you and others know what we have experienced.   It is up to the politicians to fix what has been and probably still is going on.  The question is, do they have the will or are they so connected that everyone goes down with the ship?  It is my hope other Lansing residents who have had similar experiences as I had, come forward and help to expose the problems.  Truthfully, writing this is the last desire I have in life. I do know that I have opened myself up for possible retaliation and ridicule  So be it.  You don't make an omelet without breaking some eggs.