This is a post I have been needing to write for a while. It is a real test of my committment to right speech because I would really like to attack the people who I feel are attacking me.
Here are a few things about me that normal people can’t possibly give a crap about. But some folks are extremely curious and have active imaginations, and other people just don’t want to listen to me or something.
- I am not from a wealthy family, nor am I a “trust fund baby.”
I barely even qualified to purchase my house in 2001 (see #3 below). A $10,000 gift from the estate of my late, childless aunt and uncle formed my down payment. Without this (and other help), I could not have become a homeowner. My stepfather passed away in April 2005 (4 years after I bought my house), and my stepbrothers and I are listed as trustees of his “estate,” but we have no access to or control of the funds. My father is a high school teacher, and my mother is a semi-retired small-business owner, not exactly fat cats.
- I did not use any kind of influence to purchase my house.
I was not on the Planning Board yet when I bought my home on March 13, 2001 and even if I had been, I can’t imagine how it could have helped me. I took Empowerment’s homebuyer class in 2000, which put me in line for a house. 313 Sunset (my house) had two previous buyers fall through leaving Empowerment eager to get it off their hands by the time I looked at it in January 2001. As you can see, it is well under 900 square feet and is valued by the county at just under $100,000 – mostly for the land it is on.
- I never got a housing subsidy from Orange County.
Empowerment receives assistance from the county, but none was used on my home. I was fortunate to receive a soft second mortage from the N.C. Low Income Housing Association. If I made more money at the time, I would not have qualified for this assistance; but if I had made less money, the bank would not have given me a mortgage at all. I was only barely even able to buy my house, which is considered tiny by Chapel Hill standards and is in the middle of a neighborhood probably considered too dangerous for most of my attackers to comfortably drive through.
I don’t even know Jessie Beard, the person who originally made up all this stuff about me. I have thought long and hard, and am unable to determine what purpose she could have except to hurt me or my political allies or positions.
I welcome any questions about the FACTS of my life that people think are relevant to my community advocacy.