(first, to explain some more details about the case, an article - I got this from the Olive Juice Message Board, but I think it was originally printed in the Villager newspaper)

Arrested for harassment, again
Christopher X. Brodeur was arrested after turning himself in at the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office at 1 Hogan Pl. at 9 a.m. on April 5, a week after being notified by a detective from the D.A.’s Office that he should do so.


Jennifer Kushner, a D.A. spokesperson, said Brodeur was arrested and was arraigned on Tuesday afternoon on charges of aggravated harassment and harassment, both in the second degree, for phone calls made to his former landlord, Paul Stallings, and a rent collector for Stallings, Kathleen O’Malley. Bail was set at $3,500.


His campaign manager, Jessica Delfino, said Brodeur was recently evicted from his Pitt St. apartment by Stallings after being on a rent strike for nine months. Delfino said Brodeur initially felt he was being overcharged on rent, then demanded that Stallings repair conditions in the building. Delfino said Brodeur will make bail.


Voicemail messages from Brodeur left for O’Malley earlier this month are cited in the D.A.’s complaint, including: “Remember you made your bed. I can do anything to you…. I wouldn’t want to kill you guys because then you’re free. I wouldn’t ever kill you guys but I will make it a complete hell — whether it’s setting you on fire — no I wouldn’t set you on fire….


“It only takes one anarchist to kill a Paul Stallings. My girlfriend was saying let’s get Paul Stallings and torture him and record his screams and mail that tape to Kathy O’Malley and then kidnap her and torture her and mutilate her but keep her alive. I’m talking peeling her flesh off…. I’m not coming after you. Well, no time before the election.”


In February, Brodeur was charged with aggravated harassment after telling Ed Skyler, a mayoral spokesperson, “If you lie to the people of New York City, you should have your throat sliced.”


However, Delfino said Brodeur found it a coincidence that it was the day that New York Press, containing an article on the “50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers,” in which Stallings — developer of the new Hotel on Rivington — was named, hit the streets last week that Brodeur received the call from a Detective J. Quinn from the D.A.’s Office. Brodeur contributed on the article.


Brodeur hopes to get on the ballot as a Democrat in the upcoming mayoral election and also on another line under a new party he would form, the Angry Taxpayers’ Party, his campaign manager said.

 

(The below is a letter from Jessica Delfino)

Hello

This is a letter my fiance, Christopher, wrote from jail, where he is being held illegally for six months (and now possibly six months more) due to a speech crime. Please read and forward as far and wide as you can. We need help, so please help if you can. Christopher was found guilty of cussing out his landlord (who among us hasn't wanted to do that at least once?) and cussing out some politicians at City Hall. He said things we all wished we had the balls to say.

Christopher ran on the dem. primary ballot last September and got 17,000 votes. That's a lot of votes taken away from major candidates, and they (specifically Mr. Bloomberg and his goons) didn't like that one bit. Not bad for having spent $120.

If you are familiar with the situation or feel comfortable doing so, please write a letter to the new judge if you can, The Honorable Patricia Nunez, c/o 100 Center St., NY, NY 10013, asking her to please give Christopher time served or probation. He has served enough time!!! If you aren't familiar with the situation, please ask qs and I'll give a's. jessydelfino@yahoo.com

This judge has even warned me not to pass out any flyers in or around the courthouse or she will have me arrested for littering and harassment. This is much more serious and outrageous than you may think. So much for freedom of speech!

I am afraid I am going to lose my home over all of this. I am struggling very hard to pay the rent and bills alone, please help if you can by forwarding this, coming to the sentencing, and otherwise getting involved.
Thank you,
Jessica Delfino

 

CXB CONVICTED BY BLOOMBERG JUDGE IN FAKE TRIAL!

Dear Friends & Enemies,

Exactly as I promised y’all when City Hall sent the Intelligence Division detectives to cut off my apartment electricity (to get me out of the apt so they could easily arrest me w/o a warrant) fourteen months ago – 5 DAYS after I was on the cover of New York Press slamming Bloomberg in a giant 4-page spread about my “100 INNOVATIONS FOR NYC” – the most corrupt DA in America, Robert Morgenthau, reduced the charges at the iith hour to illegally remove my constitutional rights to a Jury (of non-govt) people and I promised I’d be (illegally) tried by a Giuliani/Bloomberg Judge (who is an ex-DA!!!) and that they’d do all this to cheat a conviction. (Note: That same issue of NY Press had my “Idiot Patrol” cartoon slamming the Mayor and showed me getting arrested for my criticizing him! 5 days before they did!)

Another incredible “lucky guess”.

On April 20th, Judge Nunez (Bloomberg’s #1 puppet on the bench – she’s the super-crooked Judge who locked me up in Rikers (illegally) last Nov and held me 13 DAYS before even discussing bail (!!!) a week before the Nov 8 election for Bloomberg, to stop my elaborate plans to cost Tax Hike Mike enough votes in Staten Island to tilt the race against him) ignored 100% of the physical evidence & testimony to (DUH) convict me of all four charges to no one’s surprise. (Note: I sent out an email to y’all when the Detectives came looking for me last Halloween. I promised they’d illegally hold me til after the election and I somehow read Nunez’s mind! They also did the whole arraignment AT THE BENCH so there’d be NO RECORD WHATSOEVER!) (My worthless court-appointed attorney [illegally] refused to do or say a single thing I asked him to do.)

THE TRIAL WAS BRILLIANT.

In short, I got both cops & the two fake City Hall “victims” to constantly change their testimony. (Sadly, my court-appointed attorney [illegally] refused to get me ANY transcripts – he lied to me so frequently that it’s almost impossible to believe he wasn’t in on the whole thing!)

EXAMPLE:

ZACH SMITH (Deputy Mayor Walcott’s goon) kept changing his story. EX: he said I called him “sporadically” over the 5 MONTH period I was charged with but later said I called him “relentlessly” and then later conceded that I had called him at most 5 to 10 TIMES IN FIVE MONTHS!!

I pointed out the obvious: 5-10 calls to a GOVT OFFICE in 5 months is nowhere near “relentless” and one of the four charges was exclusively for this. (“harassment, second degree” – a violation – for a “course of conduct” meaning that 5 – 10 calls to a govt office over 5 months IS A CRIME!!!) It was one of the fakest “convictions” in history!! (Note: again, the content was not relevant. The OTHER charge for Zach Smith was for harassing CONTENT and was almost as fake.)

DO YOU THINK 5-10 CALLS TO A “PUBLIC SERVANT” asking for help is illegally excessive?? Not in a zillion years. (Note: my first “conviction” in 1999 was unanimously thrown out by 5 appellate Judges as superfake. I don’t make this shit up. The ONLY people who, in 2006, can doubt this criminal insanity by our HYPER-corrupt govt are those who still believe the EPA that the air on 9/11 and after was healthy, and still believe Bush that Iraq had WMD’s and were part of 9/11.)

THE ENTIRE TRIAL WAS THIS COMICAL (TRAGICOMICAL?).

(I’ll spare you most of the details so this isn’t 30,000 words.)

FACT: The Special Prosecutor trying the case, DUNCAN LEVIN, told you all for 14 months that I harassed Bloomberg spokesperson Jen Falk, Jordan Barowitz, & Ed Skyler. At trial, he DID A 180 FLIP FLOP AND SAID I HAD NOT HARASSED THEM AND quietly removed them so they wouldn’t have to testify, and were no longer “victims”. (They feared the media attention these “victims” would bring – and they couldn’t chance ANY sunlight on this corrupt kangaroo court, so they used Zach Smith & Jonathan Werbell as the off-the-radar “victims”.)

(NOTE: In my 1999 trial, “victim” press goon Colleen Roche [ex-Rudy/Morgenthau spokesperson!] admitted UNDER OATH that she was “TOLD” by her superiors that she would play the victim! WHOOPS! Look it up if you doubt me.)(That trial was fair b/c the Judge was a civil Judge from upstate who had no connection to City Hall / Herr Giuliani.)

THE DETAILS THRUOUT THE TRIAL were super incredulous & I beg the NY Times & anyone to get the transcripts and read them YOURSELF.

WE ARE IN THE FOURTH REICH, people.

When they came for Colin Moynihan (NY TIMES) & CXB you were all silent. When they arrested 1800 people during the RNC and held them illegally for days until the convention was over, most of you were silent. When they falsely arrest Critical Mass cyclists each month (with expensive NYPD copters in the sky!) most of you were silent. Bloomberg is one of the most corrupt politicians in U.S. history, and just because he doesn’t bark like his blatant idol Chancellor Hitler DON’T BE FOOLED.

GIULIANI & BLOOMBERG have flooded the city courts with ex-DA, right wing kooks, as Bush has done to the Supreme Court & the federal bench.

WAKE UP!

We are losing all our freedoms (while much of the world EXPANDS theirs!)

Bush/Giuliani/Bloomberg want to stop gay marriage while other nations are legalizing it!! (Land of the free!!) Bloomberg-Hitler even spent tons of tax dollars having City lawyers argue in court that we can’t allow gay marriage because it violates our “traditions”! (Like slavery? Anti-semitism? Should we return to the “traditions” of serfdom, Lord Bloomberg?)

WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU ALL TO FIGHT BACK?
(You could even mildly send an email to the papers or call Hillary’s office or do anti-Bloomberg graffiti and so on. You don’t have to work 30 hours a week at it.)

YOU COULD ALSO SHOW SOME SOLIDARITY and just come to my SENTENCING by Nunez on May 22nd, 10 AM, 100 Center St., downtown. (You will go through metal detectors). [NOTE: Don’t be surprised if they change the date at the last second, since my SENTENCING hearing in March by corrupt Judge Ross was packed with friends, supporters & reporters & embarrassed the govt.] CHECK ARTSTARS.ORG (“Touching You’s Annex” – “CXB Trial Updates”)

SUNLIGHT IS THE BEST DISINFECTANT.

I AM LOOKING AT AN ADDITIONAL SIX MONTHS (b/c my court-appointed attorney lied to me and said I could get NO extra Jail time – I need to sue him for malpractice; any advice? – and Rikers violates all kind of city, state, federal and international laws to systematically torture inmates thru sleep deprivation, starvation, violence, etc.). (Can you say “Abu Ghraib”?)

(Also, I get to give a speech before the Judge sentences me, where I will indict our totally corrupt “legal system” & Dept of “corrections”.)

NYC & AMERICA have been invaded by neo-nazis & they jail us activists & reporters who stand up, to CHILL dissent. (How original!)

FIGHT BACK or get ready for your taxes to triple and the jails to quadruple.

(And go see “Giuliani-Time”, a documentary I worked on which opens up in May at the Landmark Sunshine on Houston before this psycho gets elected president.)(Yeah yeah…”American’s will NOT elect an actor named Reagan” – I’ve heard it all before.)

And consider making ONE call to the City Hall press office saying “the more you jail CXB, the more we support & respect him” or “free CXB!” or such. Public pressure always helps. 212-788-2958. As do eyewitnesses.

Good luck.

(The future’s so dark, we gotta wear infrared goggles.)

CXB
100 Innovations for NYC (mayorbrodeur.org)
RIKERS ISLAND, C-76, 10-10 Hazen St., Elmhurst, Qns, 11370, B&C#3490602806

 

PARTY IN THE COURT ROOM
Christopher X. Brodeur's Sentencing
by Jessica Delfino

March 8th was a cold, sunny day. It was actually perfectly freezing at 32 degrees, the radio told me matter of factly. I got up before the alarm clock went off, showered and dressed as an angel of peace and justice in all white with the hopes of at the very least, snow blinding the judge into letting Christopher go free. My friend Mike had slept over the night before in our guest room so he could make it to court on time, as we had to be there at 9:30 am. My friend Rob was supposed to pick us up at 9 am, but he called to say his car had died that day. Much like the days of junior high when I half pretended/half insisted I had make-believe psychic powers, I took the dying car to be a bad sign. Rob and his friend Gerry met Mike and I at my place at 9:15, and we found a cab without too much of a ruckus. As we roared across Delancey at typical taxi speed, I looked up at the sky through the windshield and said, "Well, at least it's a beautiful day." My friend Mike nodded. "Yeah. Just like 9-11." We had a good laugh. The taxi driver, who was a tan man, refrained from laughing.

When we pulled up at the court house, I was delighted to see Bob Holman, Virginia and a few other friends waiting in a small group. Quickly, the group doubled in size, tripled, quadrupled and quintupled. People just kept coming from every direction, with hugs, kisses and well-wishes to offer. I passed out signs I'd made the day before that said, "Free CXB" with the intention in my mind of creating a scene if the judge gave Christopher an excessive jail sentence, though I felt deep down that any sentence would have been excessive, and was 100% positive that he would definitely get a jail sentence. So certain was I that he'd be sentenced to incarceration, I actually said to my friends the night before, "I'm so sure he'll get jail time that if he doesn't, I'll eat my own poop on stage." I later told a friend I'd said that and he said, "Um...why didn't you just bet money?"

I didn't explain to him that I was trying to tempt fate. And that I'd gladly eat a little poop in exchange for Christopher's freedom. Or that I'd rather eat poop than part with money.

One friend and I even considered writing "FREE" on one of our asses and "CXB" on the other's ass. We pondered if showing our asses in court would be considered protected free speech or just simply profanity? Is a bare ass profane? What if it's hot?

Once we'd gathered together, we started up towards the metal detectors. A paparazzi with a full spread of cameras stood poised along the walkway. We considered for a second that perhaps the cameras were for Christopher, but someone somehow knew that no, they were in fact for Boy George, who had had some kind of drug offense and was also scheduled to be in court that day. Bummer. You can't even do drugs as a rock star anymore without getting busted. Hasn't anyone ever heard of being famous? Maybe cops just don't like people who are men who looked like ladies in the 80s.

At the metal detectors, the bitchy cop guard stole one of our signs. "Keep a look out for signs," she whispered to her friend. "I don't want no bullshit today." My friend asked, "Is it illegal to have signs?" The cop explained, "It is in the court house." 'Well, what about the ones on the walls?' I wondered quietly.

We took the stairs up to the court room because the last time I'd taken the elevator, it had broken and just shot up and down the elevator shaft from the top floor to the bottom floor, back and forth, like some kind of crazy amusement park ride for about ten minutes while I screamed and pounded on the doors until finally it stopped, opening on the 8th floor to a big crowd of concerned latina ladies who were like, "Damn, girl! Are you okay?" We all had a good laugh, and then I took the stairs to my floor.

As I entered the tiny court room, room 546, the court room that Christopher had been tried and found guilty in, the court room that he had described as "the most depressing court room in the world," I got a nauseating wave of deja vu. We all filtered in and, to my complete thrill, filled every single seat in the court room. There were about 50 of us. It was truly a beautiful sight.

Jess, Chris's "legal advisor" (as he chose to be his own lawyer), finally showed up at about 10:30 am. But we waited in the court room and entertained ourselves. Mike quipped about "opening up for the sentencing" by doing five minutes of comedy material. Bob Holman made an announcement that we should all support Christopher and if things went south, there were enough of us to just sack him and split the joint. I momentarily considered this as a viable option.

So many people came out - The whole Trachtenburg Trio, replete with 12 year old Rachel, Reverend Jen, Mr. Michael Portnoy, at least two dozen or more art stars, a reporter from the METRO paper named Patrick Arden who seemed very interested in the case, even an ex-girlfriend of Christopher's drove six hours to get there from New Hampshire. It was like some kind of freak show family reunion. But there was no food or free booze.

FINALLY, Christopher came in (in cuffs) and he looked so tired and defeated, but mostly healthy. He wore a pink shirt and a grey pull-over and I got a wave of extreme sadness as he walked mere inches from me and I couldn't even touch or talk to him. It was like he was on TV. Everyone said "Hi" and "We love you" and other encouraging sentiments to him as he entered. A few of us girls got out our note pads and began to take notes, like the busy little secretaries we would have been if it were 1945.

The prosecutor ADA Duncan Levin went first. He spoke quite briefly and wasn't as mean as I expected him to be, though he of course, told a ton of exaggerated truths, as is his specialty. And he had the nerve to reprimand me on the telephone for "taking things he said out of context." What a piece of work! However, of course, he did ask for the maximum sentence, which was 2 years, as he told me he would.

Next, Jess Berkowitz spoke, rather eloquently, if I do say so myself. It was the best speech I've ever heard him give on Christopher's behalf, and I'd dare say that the huge audience behind him was, perhaps, an incentive to not slack off.

Finally, Christopher's turn came. He listed many, many very valid points and started off very strongly. At one point, he started to lose me, and I hoped he wasn't also losing the judge. Several friends behind me were tapping my shoulder, saying "Can't you make him shut up?" I kept tapping my foot onto the floor and making loud exhale noises to give him some kind of indication that he'd nailed it. But he just kept speaking. All his points were good and valid, but he kept saying some things that were certain to aggravate the judge. For example, he kept saying, "pain in the ass" and "pissed off" which made the judge who, hates bad words so much he wouldn't even repeat the name of Christopher's book, "Perverted Little Creep", wince. I was surprised he didn't yell at Christopher as he had all through the trial every time Christopher would say "pissed" or "ass".

Christopher also said on at least three occasions, "I'm not like some crazy ex-boyfriend who keeps calling his ex-girlfriend saying, 'I'm gonna cutcha, cutcha, cutcha!" which would inevitably send the audience into spattered chuckles. The judge made it very clear that he would not tolerate any laughter in the court room at the very beginning of the sentencing when Christopher said something funny and we all laughed. Judge Ross said, "This is not a laughing matter. Mr. Brodeur is facing a sizeable jail sentence here, and if you feel that you should laugh, you will take it out of this court room." Christopher is pretty funny just by nature in the way he speaks. So, it was hard not to laugh out loud during his diatribe. At one point, Judge Ross even questioned him about the comic he drew of ADA Duncan Levin which called Mr. Levin "A very good German". Judge Ross said something about it insulting Mr. Levin, and Christopher said, "I call him a very 'good' German. Is that not complimentary?" Of course, the court room was tickled by that.

At the end of Christopher's speech, which was, almost perfect in my opinion, with the exception of being too long (totaling 1 hour and 50 minutes), perhaps "too funny" and a bit "brash" in places, it was Judge Ross's turn. He read from a script that he had written. It was already prepared and typed out. I don't know what the policy is on writing out a report in advance of the sentencing for the sentencing, but it struck me as a bit premature. Perhaps he'd written it during the lunch break. In his report, he took what Christopher had said to his landlord (and Kathy O'Malley) very seriously. He didn't consider it to be colorful expression, or retaliatory harassment in response to Paul's original harassment, or protected free speech, or Christopher's way of responding to losing his home of 15 years or anything else. He said that Christopher was hardly a pacifist, or he wouldn't have made the calls. He said that Christopher had wanted to "get into their psyches" and had planned to make them feel fear, and had succeeded. He called Christopher a "terrorist" and said that he "terrorized" Mr. Stallings and Ms. O'Malley, and said that he didn't use 'that word' (terrorist) lightly in this day and age of terror. Then, he sentenced Christopher to 6 months in jail.

I didn't hold up my signs in protest, but I did say, "I'm going to be sure that this story gets as far and wide as it can. I'm going to tell everyone I can what happened here today. You will all be famous from this." I left the court room in tears and quickly regained composure.

Later, I decided that this will be like a um, mini vacation. A break for both of us. I'm getting a free trip to "your rent and bills just doubled" land, and it's straight to Malnourishment Point for Christopher.

The thing I keep going back to is, I wonder if Christopher feels anything was gained by doing this? Even if he truly believes it was his right to call his landlord, was anything really gained? I guess I'll ask next time I visit him in jail.

A friend during the sentencing turned to me and said, "Hey - you know what? Even the sun shines on a dog's ass." I laughed and thought about Christopher, and wondered if in this metaphor, he was supposed to be the sun shine or the dog's ass?