“Don't worry! Your check will clear. We are monitoring it because it came from Texas. You can't trust anything from Texas. If the check came from Maryland, Virginia or Washington, DC, it would have cleared.”
“But you told me that you recognized the routing number of the check, and that it wouldn't take long for it to clear.”
“I can't always tell how long a check would take to clear, especially the ones coming from Texas.”
“Is Texas not one of the fifty states in America?”
“It is.”
“Is Texas not in the south?”
“It is.”
“Why are we suddenly having a problem with this check from Texas?”
“It would clear soon. Don't worry!”
“I need the money to celebrate Thanksgiving and my son's birthday. The families are also expecting their money.”
“It will clear before Thanksgiving.”
“Thank you very much.”
But it didn't clear. Instead, he sent me an e-mail to inform me that RBC wouldn't deposit the $4,600.00 into my account because it was counterfeit. When I asked for the check back so that I would deposit it with another bank, RBC became obsessed.
“RBC will not return the check to you,” he said.
“I'm hungry. No one should be hungry during Thanksgiving. I need to buy presents for my son. Again, many people are relying on this check,” I said.
“I can't return the check to you,” he said.
Immediately, I dialed the Greensboro Police to report this act of discrimination, obsession, and terrorism. As always, the police advised me to call their corporate office. When I telephoned their corporate office, I faced the same dilemma. RBC refused to return my check. The truth of the matter is that RBC stole my money. As a banker, he could tell if the check was a counterfeit before I deposited it into my account because bankers are trained to recognize counterfeits.
Furthermore, on more than five occasions, he stated verbally, and in writing that the check was genuine until RBC chose to become obsessed with a disabled woman. Obsession's an act of terrorism. Again, I'm an Accountant, and I know the difference between dollars and cents. Since the terror, RBC has sent me many letters to announce that they would damage my credit with the three credit bureaus. Owing to RBC's acts of discrimination, obsession, and terrorism, I lost the independent contract assignment.
I'd have been able to make enough money to purchase both a car and a house. If this is not an act of terrorism, then what is it? Because of RBC's acts of obsession towards a disabled woman, I suffered severe economic hardship, and homelessness in Greensboro. I might add that RBC also trades their stocks publicly with NYSE, and Toronto Stock Exchange (TSX).
As a matter of fact, RBC is the largest bank in Canada. As a matter of fact, RBC has two corporate offices. One in America and the other one is in Canada. The question begs the question. Why did RBC stoop to low levels to steal my check and risk committing a heinous crime? The answer lies under the nose. They couldn't digest the fact that a disabled woman would land an independent contract. Again, I am an Accountant. I was a straight A student in my graduate classes, including MBA, and one JD course. RBC dared to stop me at all costs. It didn't matter if they resorted to discrimination, grand theft, obsession, and terrorism.
In September 2005, I opened a checking account in Atlanta with SunTrust Banks (STB). Again, I was in Atlanta on business. I was also in Atlanta on a personal matter. One of the defense attorneys invited me to Atlanta, but I'm not at liberty to reveal the nature of the personal matter. As always, I went into one of the branches, and opened a free checking account. About two weeks later, I attempted to use the ATM outside one of STB branches in Atlanta, but the pin number malfunctioned so I went inside the bank to change it. I was also in the same branch to notarize a document from Florida. Immediately, I spoke to a male teller about my concerns. Afterwards, he directed me to meet with the manager.
“I won't change your pin number until you bring me the pin number instrument in the back. Go now!” she said.
“My hands and feet disable me the most. I would rather you bring it. I am disabled,” I said.
“It's the only way that I will change your pin number. Otherwise, you won't have access to your money,” she said.
She condescended to low levels when she issued me an ultimatum because of my physical disability. As always, I came in with my cane. I sauntered to the back of the bank for the pin number instrument. I tried to unscrew it from its dais, but the task was arduous. It jerked me backwards, and yanked me sideways. During this course of action, I injured my foot again and again. Finally, I grasped it, and it unbolted from its plinth. When I took it to her, she demanded to see my driver's license. I gave it to her. Suddenly, she ordered me out of STB. For the first time, she emerged from her restrained location to antagonize me.
