Here's the thing. If Ana Ensaf Amador-Riza asks to volunteer to work with children, you should say no. She has demonstrated to me that she is a violent predator/perpetrator. Her capacity for violence was sketched in blood across my face, my own blood poured down my shirt, onto my shorts, over my socks, and onto my sneakers.
I had been minding my own business, preparing for a yard sale the next day when this happened. I was expecting a female to show up for me that Friday afternoon of October 1, 2004. The person I was expecting was a sweet, pretty, kind, good African-American woman that I met at a homeless shelter where they also provided meals. She was the person on the phone with me as I sat handcuffed in the police car. Her sweet melodic voice of comfort will never be forgotten.
Sadly she was not my girlfriend.
The full name of Ana, the perpetrator that attacked me would not be known to me until 2021. Her husband, the landlord, James Vecchione was at the police station two hours before Ana arrived to tell her lies.
My point is this. Who is dangerous? Who would you fear to have around your children? Ana Ensaf Amador-Riza was a violent predator who brutally attacked me on October 1, 2004, when I was minding my own business and waiting for a sweet and pretty African-American female. I don't know if the fact that this pretty woman wasn't my girlfriend was a factor in why I somehow let Ana enter my apartment. I was also dating Shonda Cotton - a Black female who would visit me at that same residence.
Ana Ensaf Amador-Riza the predator/perpetrator was married to the landlord a guy named James (who we knew as Jimmy). I never thought that race had anything to do with this story. I was having sex with Shonda Cotton but we weren't committed to one another. She didn't ask me to be exclusive with her. She was black like the girl who I was expecting to show up on Friday, October 1, 2004, for a yard sale the next day - Saturday.