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It was the night before I was to become President of the NY Young Republicans that sent me on a spiral that would change my live forever. That night an emergency meeting was called by the President still in charge Andrew Smallacombe and my soon to be V.P. Grant Esposito among those in attendants. At that meeting actual cases of sexual misconduct by Tom Steven’s were brought up with one or more of the “victims” speaking about their abuse. It became apparent that we had no choice on the day I was to be sworn in as President, Tom Stevens would be removed as Nominating Committee Chairman. We understood that Tom Steven’s reaction to this move would be difficult to take but know one could have anticipated it would be this sick and devastating.
On the presiding day Tom Steven’s reaction to the move by the board was a visceral as anyone could imagine. He condemned the entire board and tried every “Robert’s Rule Of Order” to take control eventually he was thrown out leaving even the bravest among us wondering if there was a different way. Yet as time moved on and he formed his own club it appeared that we might just co-exist in peace but Steven’s was planning and plotting a move that even Machiavelli couldn’t have dreamed of.
I was living in an apartment with my brother and in those days many centuries ago or so it seemed we didn’t have cell phones. So when you received a message on something called a voice messager you had actually had to play it to hear it. If someone didn’t fully listen to it or accidentally deleted it well then it couldn’t be retrieved. I believe I might have received such a message from a police officer but to this day am not entirely sure. If I received this message could the past have been blown away I’m not sure all I can say is it was weird how certain people with legal names are listened to more intently then the rest of us.
As President of the NY Young Republican Club I tried to keep an active and public front to expand our group little did I realize that this might have added salt into Steven’s wound up being kicked out and to seek retribution beyond sanity. It was a beautiful day in NYC and we had our booth at a local street fair. I was feeling a sense of pride in how the group was going and even gave a speech in the public square which would become much smaller in only a few hours. My mind drifted to political aspirations such as running for Mayor but would I have to trade my Pro Life position to get there maybe it was the step I would take. Instead in just moments I would be taking a whole different path that would lead my life to the spiral but once I stepped down how far would I go before I again saw light.
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