Robert McClendon

UPDATE! (court
recording)
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regarding Jose's infidelities with Paula and the
conspiracy to set Robert up for aggravated assault.
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Robert was set up for an
aggravated assault to cover up the disappearance of
Baby Doe. To prove that Robert and Christine
were getting ready for the baby to be born, click
.
If you look closely, you will see a blue baby walker
in one picture and and a baby car seat in another.
There are also baby toys, like big bird and a purple
baby toy. These are from the baby shower and proves
that there was a baby on the way.
The possible theory we have regarding this set up,
is that Paula knew that Christine disposed of Baby
Doe McClendon and held it over Christine's head to
force her to help her set up Robert or Paula would
turn in Christine for disposing of the baby.
Visit Baby Doe's page.

To Christine and Paula:
We
just want you two to know that it is not over.
More has come out, but we are not posting it at this
time because we are so sure that you are watching
this page. You will find out soon enough.
You have a choice. You can wait for the
surprise we have for you both, or you can just go
and confess. Maybe they will offer you a plea
bargain. But with the evidence piling up
against you both, and that conviction is evident,
then again, maybe they won't. One thing that
is for sure, is that the day is coming and justice
will be serviced for what you have done to the baby
and Robert. Scared? You should be.
All your lies are coming out in the open.
If you want more proof that Robert was set up for
aggravated assault, read the letter from Jose's
wife, Emma. In the letter, it talks about the
conspiracy to set Robert up and the affair that Jose
had with Christine's daughter, Paula, who was a
minor at the time. After Jose was subpoenaed
to appear in court to testify for Robert, Paula
threatened Jose. Jose got scared and fled to
Honduras because Paula threatened to have him
prosecuted for having sex with a minor.

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Phuong and Dung, Robert's Friends in Vietnam
I was convicted in Harris County, Texas
for a crime I did not commit.
The
police were called on me on September 15, 2005 in
Tomball ,Texas by my ex –girlfriend’s daughter. This
was done in retaliation for my calling the police on
her the day before for her intolerable behavior. I
had also called the police on her younger sister
earlier the same week. Because of this, the mother
of the two girls backed up her daughter’s false
complaint to the police.
I was then arrested and taken to jail without even
knowing why I was being arrested. It was not until I
got to jail that I really found out what, why and
with what I was being charged -- and that wasn’t
until the next morning! The oldest daughter told
the police that I assaulted her. She told the
police that I had tried to choke her and that I had
pulled several guns on her and threatened to kill
her. The police never did any kind of investigation
by looking for signs of a struggle or anything being
out of place in my home.
After telling the police that I had choked her and
tried to beat her up, the police checked her over
and saw no signs of any red marks on her neck and no
signs of bruising anywhere on her body. I did not
find this out until I went to trial. The police
never took any pictures of her to show or prove that
there were ever any signs of physical abuse, nor was
she taken to any medical facility for further
examination. I was never questioned before they
handcuffed me and arrested me. As the policeman was
taking me away from my home, he began asking me if I
had choked her. I was in shock! I said no!
Then the officer asked me why there were red marks
on her neck. I told him that I didn’t know what he
was talking about. I was so confused about what was
happening to me. All I knew was that I was on my way
to jail. After I was jailed I was served with a
protective order to stay away from her. I then
spent three days in the Harris County jail until I
was bonded out on a $50,000.00 bond.
What really freaked me out was before the police
arrived at my home, the maintenance man for the
trailer park ran through my front door yelling,
“Where are all your guns?” He scared me, and I asked
him why he was asking me that and why was he in my
home? He then said, “Give me all of your guns now!
The police are on their way!” He said that Paula,
(my girlfriend’s oldest daughter, whom I had raised
from a small child) had told him that I had pulled
the guns on her. I got confused and scared and
thought to myself that if the police were on their
way, I did not want the police thinking I had guns
and was going to be a threat to them.
Consequently I gave my guns to the
maintenance man and told him to hold onto them until
I found out what was going on. I felt comfortable in
trusting him and giving the guns to him since I had
known him for quite some time and knew he would give
them back to me later. After giving the man my guns,
he, walked out of my house. The police ran up to me
and hand handcuffed me immediately. At that time, I
still had no idea what was going on or why it was
happening. The officers just handcuffed me and
dragged me to the car. They did not say anything to
me at all! They put me in a police truck and left
with me. As stated earlier, it was not until after
we left that the police officer started asking me if
I had choked Paula. It was not until the next
morning that I had found out that I was being
charged with aggravated assault with a firearm on a
family member.

Christine and
Paula Trent (the dynamic duo)
If you see these
two.. RUN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION, unless you want to
go to jail too.
This man was married, but involved
with Paula. He states that he is scared
because she threatened to do the same thing to him,
that she did to Robert.

Jose left and went to Honduras because he
was scared that Paula would go through with her
threats to set him up, leaving behind his family.
Listen to the conversation with Jose's wife, Emma.
Hence, another family destroyed!
.
So,
why did the Harris County District Attorney let
Christine Trent and her daughter get away with
framing Robert? Because their investigation
was not complete and they rate their success based
strictly on convictions, without determining whether
the person is actually guilty or not. That
means that their investigation was not complete, so
therefore, the jury did not get the complete truth.
That makes this direct quote from the Harris County
District Attorney's office...A BIG JOKE!
"The Harris County District Attorney's Office is
dedicated to the vigorous prosecution of those who
commit crimes within the county. As the chief
advocate for the State and citizens of our community
in criminal matters, the District Attorney seeks to
provide quality legal representation while
maintaining the integrity of the criminal justice
system. We believe that criminals must be held
accountable and that victims be treated with the
dignity, compassion and justice they deserve. We
strive to sort the innocent from the guilty, and
seek justice not just convictions.
To that end, we strive for excellence throughout our
staff. We expect not only competence but also
professionalism and an absolute commitment to the
ends of securing justice without regard to status,
race, gender, or national origin, or the prominence
of either the victims of crime or those charged with
crimes."
Sorry, no
more emailing Chuck Rosenthal (EX-Harris County
District Attorney). He had to resign his
position after a lawsuit was filed to remove him
from office. Guess we have to see if the next
D.A. will straighten out that office.
(Earlier in the week before my arrest.)
On Saturday September 10, 2005. I was at my
mother’s house with my girlfriend and her two
daughters (Paula and Sara). At the time, Sara was
17 years old and Paula was 18 years old. On that
day the youngest girl, Sara, started going crazy in
my Mom’s house. She was throwing and breaking things
and cursing at everyone, including her own mother,
Christine, and threatening to beat up my mother, who
was about 70 years of age at that time. It got so
bad and out of hand, nobody could stop Sara from
what she was doing. Sara was even urinating
everywhere in the house at will, on the furniture
and the floors.
Ultimately, I found it necessary to dial 911, and
members from the Montgomery County Sheriff’s
Department arrived and they had a talk with Sara
about her behavior. The police officer told me and
Sara’s mother that she was “not right in the head,”
and that she needed psychological counseling. This
is because Sara suffers from spina-bifida, a
congenital condition, and she has water build up on
the brain that has to be controlled with a shunt,
which drains cerebral spinal fluid from the brain.
At any rate, after the police left, Sara’s mother
got really mad and came back in the house yelling,
“That is just great! They are going to put Sara in a
psych ward, and I am going to lose Sara’s Social
Security check!” (Angry because she did not want to
work!) Christine stayed mad at me all day for
calling the police! On Wednesday, September 14,
2005, the oldest girl, Paula, had been having boys
come in through the front window of my mobile home-
consistently one boy named Derek, who, at the time
was only 15 years old.
Anyway, on September 14, 2006 I had had enough of
this boy and other young men coming into my home
through the windows late at night and having the
neighbors talking about it. I, Christine and Paula
took a drive to an Ace hardware store and I
purchased two window locks. Christine and I locked
both inside and outside (storm window) windows so
these young men could not come into my home late at
night anymore. I then took Christine and Paula with
me to go talk to the boy’s (Derek) mother. I told
her that I did not want him coming back on my
property anymore. This boy had been told previously
not to come in through the window and he didn't
listen. I told him “If you want to see Paula then
you are going to have to knock on the front door and
visit her this way, not come through the front
window.” Mind you, this had gone on for so long and
Paula would not behave or listen to either her
mother or me. We did not have any problem with Paula
going out on dates or seeing these boys, I was just
not going to have them come into my house through
the front window and let all the neighbors see and
talk about us.

Picture of Paula Trent's bedroom window that was
locked and sealed by Robert so that she could no
longer sneak men in through her window.
See the
rest of the pictures where Christine Trent and her
family cleaned out his home while using the security
of a protective order to keep him away from his
home!
After locking the window and talking to the boy’s
mother, I had called the police on Paula because she
was going crazy after her mother and I secured the
bedroom window. The weekend before I had noticed
that my back door had also been pried open and
someone had tried to break into my home. The office
manager had also told me that the boy Derek and
another boy, also named Derek, had a reputation of
breaking into homes in the neighborhood. I heard
this from the manager on the same day that I had
talked with Derek’s mother. I had had enough! I was
dealing with break-ins, boys coming through my front
window, and Paula going crazy to the point that she
was out of control.
So I called the police to have a talk with her and
to report the break-in. I did not want Paula to get
into any trouble, and only wanted the officer to
talk to her and tell her what she was doing was
wrong and to take a report on the attempted break-in
at my back door. After the officer left, Christine
(girlfriend) was furious with me and said I better
not ever call another cop on her kids. I told her
that if anymore boys came in through my front window
or tried to break into my home, then I was going to
call the police. Christine looked at me and said
“We’ll see about that!” What Christine was also
talking about was that I was trying to get her 18-
year-old daughter into trouble for having sex with a
15 year-old-boy, and that I was trying to have her
daughter put in jail for consorting with a minor.
I told Christine that I never said anything about
the age of the kids to the police. All I said was
that I didn’t want them coming through my windows
anymore - that’s all. If Paula wanted to date
anyone, I didn’t care as long as they were not
trying to break into the house or come in the
windows. I told Christine that they could come to
the front door and ask for her just like anyone else
would. I told Paula that she was 18 years old and
she was an adult, and if she wanted to have a
lifestyle like that, she could go get her own
apartment and have all the boys that she wanted.
She could have them knock on her own front door and
come in instead of dragging then through the
windows.
(The day of my arrest)
The very next day, Thursday September 15, 2005,
Christine and I woke up. I believe it was about
4:00 a.m. in the morning. Christine woke Paula up
and the three of us went out to do the church run.
We always went every week to go pick up food for
the church to feed the homeless and people that were
not quite so fortunate. I did this and volunteered
my time because the church had done so much for me
in the past. You see, I am disabled from a truck
accident and had to go on disability income, and it
was hard to make it without what the church did for
us.
The church never asked me to do it. I did it
because I did not want to take something without
giving something back. After we finished the church
run and came back home, I had to lie down because I
was in a lot of pain. I was always in severe pain
and, when we would do the church run, I would always
have to lie down afterward.
While I was lying down and went to sleep, Christine
and the two girls went to the girls’ room to play
video games – or so I thought! Christine was back in
the room with them for a long time, and then came
out later that evening. I did not really know what
time it was because I was still half asleep when she
woke me up coming through the living room.
Christine went into the kitchen and was washing
something in the sink. Then the stereo in the girls’
room was turned up real loud. (To let you know, the
girls have never turned the stereo up loud before if
they knew I was sleeping.)
I told Christine to please go back there and have
them turn the down the volume. Christine went to the
girls’ room and told Paula to turn it down because I
was asleep. Then Christine came back through the
living room and went back into the kitchen. Just
then, Paula turned the volume back up on the stereo,
and it was even louder this time. I told Christine
to go back there and get Paula to come out into the
living room.
Christine went back there and got her to come out.
Christine came out and Paula followed her. Christine
went into the kitchen and Paula stopped behind the
living room front door and stood there. I asked
Paula what her problem was. I told her that her
mother already came back there and told her to turn
down the volume because I was sleeping. Then Paula
started screaming at me and was saying that I never
let her do anything that she wanted. I said to her,
“That is not it!” I said, “You can do what ever you
want, but you are not going to have anymore boys
meet you at the front window, and they are not going
to come through the front window either. Not
anymore!” Paula got mad and said, “I’m leaving,”
and opened the front door and ran onto the sidewalk
in front of our porch.
I am still sitting on the side of the bed. (We had
our bed in the front room.) Christine went to the
door because Paula left it open when she ran
outside. Christine ran to the door because Paula
said that she was leaving. I can still hear Paula
screaming outside about not be able to do what she
wanted to do. Christine walked out onto the porch
and was watching Paula screaming and having a fit. I
told Christine to tell her to be quiet and stop her
yelling. Christine would not do it, so I got up off
the bed and went to the door. When I looked outside,
Paula was still yelling and screaming about not
being able to do what she wanted.
I was standing in the doorway and yelled back at
her. I told her to stop screaming and to get back
into the house. She yelled back at me and said,
“No!” So I started to step out onto the porch, and
she began running toward the street. (This was the
last time I ever saw her again.)
I told Christine to go and get her and then
Christine just looked at me and smiled. Then she
shook her head “no.” Christine started walking out
toward the street, and I thought she was going after
Paula. I had went back and sat down in the recliner
chair. I thought Christine was still going to get
Paula. I got up out of the recliner and went into
the kitchen, and just then the maintenance man ran
into my living room demanding my guns. In the next
few minutes I found myself going to jail - I had no
idea what was going on or why.
It was not until after I was in jail did I start to
figure out what had really happened, and still I did
not know the reasons. I was only guessing to myself
– was this is because I had called the police on the
girls twice in one week?
I was released from jail very early in the morning
on Sunday, September 18, 2006. My mother and her
cousin came and got me out and took me home. I was
still crying and confused about what happened to me.
I was still guessing it was because I had called the
police on Christine’s children.
(The day of the protective order hearing)
On my birthday, November 2, 2005, I showed up for
the protective order hearing. This was on the
November 2 and 4, 2005. Since they had a protective
order put out on me and they signed it. It was a
legal affidavit, and it allowed my attorney to put
them on the stand to question them. This caught
Paula and Christine off guard. They thought that
they were going to get the order signed by the judge
and be out of there. It didn’t happen that way.
Both Paula and Christine were separated so they
could each be questioned independently. When each of
them was put on the stand, they each told completely
different stories about what they had made up. They
could not even keep their stories straight. It was
a beautiful thing that they made themselves look
like fools. But when it was over, the judge granted
them the protective order anyway.
One was questioned on November 2, 2005 and the other
was questioned on November 4, 2005. Being able to go
home, one would think that on November 3, 2005 that
they would have conspired to get their stories to
jive, but they didn’t. During the protective order
hearing, they accused me of pulling guns on Paula in
the house. They said that I used multiple guns and
kept changing them out because I could not make up
my mind which one I wanted to use. But still in the
hearing, they kept getting their stories all mixed
up. AS THIS STORY GOES ON, IT ONLY GETS BETTER AND
MORE COMPLICATED.
(The protective
order violation)
This story only gets better. Someone kept coming by
my mother’s house where I had been staying after all
this had happened to me. They kept vandalizing my
mother’s mailbox. The last time the mailbox was
trashed. It had been backed over it with a pickup
truck. Anyway, a tail light lens was broken out,
and it was on the ground by the broken mailbox.
During this time my mother had hired a caretaker
for me because of my disability, and also because of
my mental heath after being traumatized by what had
happened to me.
My brother came over and traced the truck lens to a
Ford pickup truck. The red plastic part had a part
number located on the inside of the lens. My
brother called truck dealers acting as if he needed
to get it replaced and wanted to make sure he got
the right one. The dealers used the part number and
told him the exact make and model of the truck it
came from.
Armed with this info my brother got up on the
morning of Thursday, February 23, 2006 and made his
plans. He knew them (Christine and her family) very
well and did not trust them in any way. He planned a
route before he went over to their house to look for
a pickup truck with a broken tail light. He also
thought if he were seen by them that they might try
to do something to him, but he was one step ahead of
them.
My brother started making cell phone calls from his
house so that the towers would track his movement
and his location. He called his customers and
friends that knew him very well and our mother.
During his route he stopped and purchased gas, and
he used his credit card. While he was doing this, he
made sure he was on the store’s cameras at the
pumps.
After he purchased gas he kept making a series of
phone calls so that the towers still tracked his
movements. He went right over to their house to look
for a truck with a broken tail light. He called
several times before he got there but I was still
sleeping and didn't answer the phone, When I got up
I called
him back and he let me know what he was doing and he
was also letting the cell phone towers keep track of
him. I told him not to go over to the area of their
house, but he said it was too late. He was already
there.
My ex-girlfriend and her mother were standing in
the yard when he drove by to look. They saw him and
called the police. He then went and did a job for
one of his customers and went to a bank and cashed a
check so that his face could be seen on the
cameras. When he left the bank he went to the
Sheriff’s office and visited some friends there, all
the while making phone calls so that the cell phone
towers could track him.
(Several bail bond companies called me.)
Shortly after that he went to look for the truck at
their house - I think maybe a month later. One
morning I had several bail bond companies calling me
to let me know that there was a warrant for my
arrest. When I asked why, they said that I violated
the protective order. I was shocked! They told the
police that it was I who drove by their house. As I
explained, I was at home on February 23, 2006, still
in my pajamas, and with my caretaker when my brother
drove by their house. Both Christine and her mother
said it was I and identified me.
An arrest warrant was put out on me and a $10,000.00
dollar bond was placed on me. My mother and I went
and posted bail, and I walked right out the front
door of the jail house. I never spent any time in
jail.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS FUNNY!
I had to go to a hearing for violation of the
protective order. My ex-girlfriend and her mother
were there to testify against me. Again they were
separated and put on the stand. When they questioned
Christine, she said it was I who drove by her
mother’s house. She stated I was driving my
brother’s van. They asked her if she got a good
look at me. She said. “Yes!” The prosecutor asked
her to point me out and identify me. She pointed
right at me in the court room and identified me.
She was asked what I looked like. Christine said
that I had a full beard. But the judge had seen me
every month and she knew that I had always been
clean shaven. Then they asked her if the windows
were up or down. She said she didn’t know. Caught
by my attorney! My brother had dark tinted windows
on that van and had the pictures to prove it! (Lot
of laughs!)
Christine also said that when I got arrested for the
violation of protective order and that while I was
in jail I kept making harassing telephone calls to
her house from jail. My attorney slapped herself in
the face and laughed. You see, I was never in jail
so how could I make such calls! Next: The mother
takes the stand. Christine’s mother also testified
on the stand that it was I who that drove in front
of her house. The prosecutor asked her to identify
me. Christine’s mother pointed at me and said it was
I. The prosecutor asked if I had a beard. She said,
“Yes.” She said I had about a three-day growth.
Now remember, Christine said I had a full beard.
They asked her mother if the windows were rolled up
or down. She also said she didn’t know. Caught
again! Again, the judge has always seen me with a
clean shaven face. (Now comes the good part!) My
brother took the stand. He showed up with all his
cell phone records which was his call log from T-Mobile
and pictures of the van with dark tinted windows.
My brother told the court that it was he that drove
by. My brother always had a full beard.
My caretaker took the stand and told the court that
I was under her care at the time of the incident,
and provided an affidavit as well, stating that I
was with her at my home under her care. (The judge
dismissed the case and threw it out!) (Using the
protection of the protective order to take
everything I owned.) I think it was about the
first part of December, 2005. Christine and her
daughters moved, allowing me to go back on my
property and get my things out of my home. When I
got there, I found that every single thing was
gone.
Christine had taken all my personal identification,
my computer certifications off the wall, including
every single thing of value. I was left with nothing
but trash! She even took all of my clothes and all
of my medical records, medications and all pictures
of me growing up, my children’s pictures as well all
of my fathers pictures. (Which were the only
pictures that I had of me, my children and my
father.) My whole history had been erased! I was
just sick and traumatized over what I saw. They even
trashed my car that was still there.
(The day of the trial)
This trial was so confusing to me since I was still
in trauma. When Christine and Paula started to
testify, their stories changed again. This time
they stated on the stand that I chased Paula out of
the house with a 44 magnum revolver. It is odd they
never said anything like that in the protective
order hearing. (I had never even stepped out of the
house that day after getting back from the church
run.)
Paula said that I chased her and caught her out by
the street, but still in the driveway. She told the
court that she was curled up, and I was pointing a
revolver at her. (There were several homes in front
of our trailer in which people are home all day.)
Christine also said the same thing when she was put
on the stand. But - here is the funny part! The
prosecutor had a picture of my driveway on a board
so all could see. The prosecutor asked Paula where
on the driveway this happened. Paula pointed at the
far end of the drive out by the street. When the
same question was asked of Christine, she said it
was up by our sidewalk, but still on the driveway.
This was a discrepancy of about 30 feet in
difference from what each one of them said. And not
only that, there was a car parked in between both
areas that they had pointed out! My attorney came to
court armed with the transcripts from the protective
order hearing. When the prosecutor found out he
wanted them thrown out because he did not have a
copy.
The judge allowed the transcripts to be used anyway.
During the questioning of Paula and Christine they
were asked some questions and their answers to them
were different from what they said in the protective
order hearing. When Christine was asked a question,
my attorney pointed out how different it was from
the transcripts. Christine after that started crying
and said “You are getting me confused!” Christine
could not answer the question for well over a minute
- maybe a minute and a half went by. Yes! She was
confused alright! She was caught in a lie.
The same thing happened to Paula. Paula started
crying and getting confused because my attorney was
showing her how different her story was after being
compared to the previous transcripts. Paula stated
on the stand that she had red marks on her neck for
a week. (Any red marks that would last a week would
be considered a bruise.) If any police officer had
seen marks then, they would have taken pictures and
then sent her for medical treatment. I can’t
remember which one it was (I think it was
Christine), but she said that they got me calmed
down out in the drive way and got me to come back
into the house and lock the door.
After that, Paula said that she later went back
outside to the gazebo. She said that I followed her
out there and was still mad. She said that I picked
up a big glass ashtray and threatened to hit her
with it. She said that after I did that, that was
when she decided to take off running to get some
help. To repeat myself, I had never gone outside
the house that day after getting back from the
church run.
Another thing that was brought to my attorney’s
attention was that out of three guns that were
suppose to be in evidence against me, there was only
one that was used in the trial. This was because my
ex-girlfriend went to the station and signed a paper
stating that she was my common-law wife, and the
officer released and gave back two shotguns to
Christine. This happened on September 29, 2005,
almost two weeks after they arrested me. The police
were not supposed to do that because they were to be
used as evidence at my trial. She signed the paper
stating that she was my common-law wife. However,
she was still married to another man, and I was
still married to another women.
But later on in the protective order hearing,
Christine was asked on the stand if she was my wife
or just my girlfriend. She stated to the court that
she was only my girlfriend. So she lied and signed a
document stating she was my common-law wife but
later in the hearing, she told the truth and told
the court that she was only my girlfriend.
While Paula was on the stand testifying, Christine
was put in a soundproof room so she could not hear
what Paula was saying. (This was by the front door
of the courtroom.) When Paula was talking, my
brother, Roger, started to go into the hall and
noticed that Christine was standing in the doorway
of the soundproof room with her foot propping the
door open. She was trying to listen to Paula’s
testimony so she could keep her story straight when
it was her turn to take the stand. Roger went and
got the bailiff to come see. The bailiff told the
judge what she was doing, and the judge ordered
Christine to come into the courtroom. She was
severely reprimanded, and then the judge then
ordered her back to the room and told her to stay in
there and not to open the door. My attorney asked
for a mistrial based on what happened and the judge
refused it.
During closing arguments my attorney pointed out all
the lies and inconsistencies of the testimonies of
Paula and Christine. She also pointed out that they
could not keep their stories straight, and that
their stories were all over the place. There was
absolutely no evidence against me and the police did
not do their job to investigate the alleged crime.
Paula was not sent for medical treatment, and there
were no pictures of her taken to show any signs of
red marks or bruising. All there was were the
complaints filed by Paula and her mother’s story.
Everyone knew that their stories were all mixed up
and nothing matched. All the prosecutor had was a
pistol that he waved around like some kind of
trophy, and the other two shotguns were never
brought into the courtroom since they were released
to Christine on September 29, 2005.
The prosecutor said that the officer that testified
on my behalf was a disgrace to the force by saying
that he found both girls not to be truthful, and
that there was no validity to their story. When the
trial was over the jury came back and found me
guilty anyway. I was given 5 years probation
since I have never been in trouble before. I asked
for an appeal but was denied for reasons that I
cannot talk about now.
Some things happened in the court room that should
not have, which later caused a situation that
allowed my appeal to go through. I was
informed that my conviction was affirmed. A
Petition for Discretionary Review has been filed and
I am waiting on the decision. The
discrepancies on this website were attached to the
Petition for Discretionary Review. Hopefully,
those judges will actually read the Petition and see
that Christine and Paula committed Aggravated
Perjury. Later that same month of the
trial, I ran across two people who were in the
audience during my trial. They said that I had
gotten “screwed over.”
(The police man that arrested me takes the stand)
From what I understand from the officer’s story, he
never would have arrested me if it had not been for
his superiors. His superiors had contacted the DA’s
office before my arrest, and the DA’s office told
them to arrest me.
The police officer stated on the stand that he found
Paula and Christine to be untruthful or as he said
it, their stories had no validity at all, and they
were not credible witnesses. He said that there
were no red marks on Paula that day, and found her
not to be telling the truth. He also said that
Christine was also not telling the truth either.
The officer said that when he arrived on the scene
that I was normal and only seemed confused as to why
they were there. (I was convicted anyway) It
just goes to show you that you do not have to leave
your home to get into trouble. When I was arrested,
I was still in my pajamas and wearing a back brace.
I was convicted with absolutely no evidence and only
a story made up by two people who could not even
keep their stories straight and kept repeatedly
lying.
All it takes in
Texas is for someone to say you did something - then
the rest of your life is ruined!
Then they tried to have me arrested on more false
charges later, and still I was at home. (Christine
taken to small claims court.) Because of Christine
and her family took advantage of the protective
order, it allowed them to take all of my property
(including all personal property of mine) and they
wiped me out! We filed in small clams court to try
to recover some of my things. We went into a hearing
first. In the hearing Christine openly said to the
judge that I (Robert) was the one who got my brother
Roger to drive in front of their house. My brother
jumped up and challenged her saying, “Wait a
minute”. “You (Christine and Barbara, mother of
Christine) said in the protective order violation
hearing that you identified Robert as the one to
drive in front of your house. Now you are saying it
was me (Roger)?”
Once again Christine’s story had changed, and she
slipped again! When in court, Roger proved that it
was he who drove in front of their house. Why she
slipped like that, we still don’t know. (There is
much more to this story yet to be heard, and more
will be written later!)