My regular readers will note quickly, that ROGS is on record for decades talking about the corruption in Minneapolis, MN, and all of their nasty, dirty pigs, aka police, many of whom are card carrying Nazis, or,AIPAC and Anti Defamation League sponsored gang stalkers.
And, here is yet another story that ends, as many policecstalking related stories ends, with one of the three often repeated outcomes of police sponsored gang stalking: institutionalization, incarceration, or suicide.
Al Ditty, garbage man, union president, and a man with a stellar work record, killed himself, after whistle blowing on FBI/DHS community policing that put his workers directly in harms way.
Extra points on the,ROGS BINGO card for noticing a phony investigation, slander, blackmail attempts, silencing, isolation, intimidation, and more.
From CITY PAGES of Minneapolis-a story about how police gang stalk whistle blowers:
Al Ditty dedicated his life to Minneapolis, a city that one day would take it away
Monday, May 1, 2017 by Cory Zurowski in News
Al’s grave a year after the memorial service when hundreds of shocked mourners came to pay their respects, including many city of Minneapolis workers.
Al’s grave a year after the memorial service when hundreds of shocked mourners came to pay their respects, including many city of Minneapolis workers. Galen Fletcher
Dorleen Ditty was marinating in a Newlywed Game marathon when she heard Al’s feet on the stairs. The 79-year-old knew why her bachelor son, with whom she shared her Brooklyn Center house, was disappearing into the basement again. Maternal worry dictated she ask anyway.
“So I can sleep. I sleep good down there,” said 54-year-old Al Ditty just before noon.
He’d slept for an hour that night, if at all. The last time he ate a regular meal, God only knew.
This unsettled life had been Al’s lot going on three months now. It began when his bosses at the Minneapolis Public Works Department suspended him and refused to tell him why.
Al’s insomnia meant seesawing between bedrooms. He’d start upstairs in the room with the framed Homer Hankie and the Jesse Ventura bobblehead. When his frustration got too thick, Al headed for the mattress in the basement. Foiled again, he’d hike back upstairs. So the cycle churned.
He needed rest. He wanted peace. He’d been denied both. His malfunctioning had grown more pronounced in the past week, ever since the city fired Al after 32 years on the job.
Sister Sheila (left) and mom Dorleen Ditty holding a picture of Al Ditty
Sister Sheila (left) and mom Dorleen Ditty holding a picture of Al Ditty Galen Fletcher
Dorleen recused herself from another rerun of her game show. She walked down the hall to her bedroom, where she used her cane to rap on the floor.
“Al? Al? Are you okay?”