I am the victim of police retaliation by way of fictitious arrest. In March of 2016 My identity was stolen by rogue and corrupt law enforcement agents in Routt County, Colorado. 

In October of 2015, I was arrested for a crime that I did not commit. Subsequently released on my own personal recognizance, to face a charge which was resolved through a plea deal which I was forced to take by an inept court appointed attorney. This attorney lied to me to get me to take the plea deal under the guise that the fictitious charge would go away after community service and fines. Rather than facing a racist and biased jury and being convicted of a crime that I did not commit. I refused to accept this deal for a while, but she pressed me into believing that I would never get a fair trail in Routt County where my accusers were very popular and had celebrity status. They had incredible amount of influence in Steamboat Springs. Though she was often in legal trouble, she would often pay to have a myriad of misdemeanor and felony charges entirely removed from her record. This empowered her to create lunacy based mayhem at her own discretion. Her $20,000.00 bonds would be paid and it was as if nothing ever happened. She often bragged about this and occasionally threatened me with the fact that she could make things happen to anyone who wronged her.

The plaintiff was a celebrity status musician of the Steamboat Springs, Colorado and greater regional community. I had been working for her for several months in 2015.  She was mentally ill, bipolar, schizophrenic and an alcoholic. Going through a brutal divorce. She was facing criminal charges for crimes that she had committed both in Florida(Where we met) and Colorado.

Unprovoked,she caused me a near fatal blow.  Where she lacerated my liver and damaged my pancreas with the butt end of a large paint scraper that she stabbed me in my abdominal diaphragm with. She was angry because I was moving on to another work assignment. I was stricken by this injury and unable to get out of bed. Deathly sick.  My weight dropped to 141 pounds from my normal weight of 175 pounds. I am an otherwise very healthy 5'10” former U.S. Marine and Army Medic.  I could not intake food or liquids. On the evening of the death blow, she touted to her friends who were visiting, that she intended it to be a death blow. They laughed nervously, while she did not. I knew things about her. I knew that she was serious. I began making calls to friends to help me get out of there. 

In the following week as I was planning an emergency exit, she created fictitious charges against me and had me arrested. She was fearing not only my vacancy, but that I could possibly sue her for personal injury damages once I'd reached safety.

She was telling everyone that she and I were to be married once her divorce was final. She was attempting to make large purchases in homes and assets to divert monies away from her joint business partnership with her estranged,violent,racist and threatening husband. The two of them were at war. It was brutal. It caused her to attempt multiple suicides and behave in intensely chaotic, psychotic behaviours. He would call her and send her into 3 day long violent fits of rage and increased alcohol intoxication. Public nudity,erratic and bizarre sexual behavior. Eventually, she was banned from performing at several large venues. After a suicide attempt at the Steamboat Sheraton, where she tried to jump from the 4th floor balcony, the greater resort surrounding the ski areas, had banned her from the facilities after a very large performance, the day off the concert. She began on a tear through Steamboat Springs, which was beginning to resemble her pending charges in Florida. It seemed like she was either in the hospital ER, or in jail at least once per week. Or both. 

In Florida,she had stolen a kitchen knife from a nearby restaurant and stabbed the exterior of mobile home in the rear of a restaurant in a popular area of town which was high in beach community tourism. The occupant had been her lover and had wronged her in more ways than one. She disappeared from my sight at a nearby restaurant, and ran down the street to take vengeance on her former lover's mobile home. Stabbing the home repeatedly. No charges were filed. However, a friend of mine in law enforcement did respond to the scene. He did not arrest her, probably because she was with me. In the months prior to me meeting this woman, the ex-lover had managed to steal a great deal of money and belongings from her. He got her fired from the restaurant as a musical performer. He committed cyber attacks against her and with the help of his felonious clique, they stole her identity and charged all of her credit cards. According to records that she and I would comb over the early Summer months of 2015, between February and March, they had siphoned over $50,000.00 from her. Her estranged husband pleaded with me, that she was spending that money on her own. Based on our research though, a large amount of the charges to her accounts did occur by someone else's doing. We filed police reports to no avail. 

She was racking up bizarre charges on her own; Dognapping twice and several other odd behaviorally bizarre offenses. Around the clock alcohol intake, made her highly unpredictable and carrying out random acts of lewd behavior. The local law enforcement didn't know what to make of her accusations. Everyone around her began to flee from her. Especially when she beat her best friend up very badly. She had accused the best friend of infidelity with her estranged husband. The best friend admitted to this. They decided that being lifelong best friends was greater than the soon to be ex husband. Then, the best friend tried to make advances at me. She took her for what I thought was a girlfriend walk. The girlfriend returned to the house bloody and bruised. 

The judge in Steamboat Springs knew me because of work that I was doing for her, because of her legal woes which had landed her in front of his bench several times earlier that Summer and well into that Fall. Not only did I have to drive her pretty much everywhere, but I would have to remind her of the nature of the offenses that she was charged with and often having to plead with the judge for leniency on her behalf. Or inserting factual evidence on her behalf. She always claimed that her knowing the judge for so many years, that they were personal friends. So, her run-ins with law enforcement(There were many) in Routt County, would never amount to anything. She boasted legal immunity in Steamboat Springs. She acted with lawlessness.

He knew that I had no prior record in my stellar 49 years of life. My Honorable military service to our Country and my humanitarian contributions to society. I had never been convicted of any crime. The accusations were embarrassing and inflammatory and grossly defaming of my reputation and character. So, after my arrest, he allowed me to bond out on Personal Recognizance.

During that arrest and booking, an inside police officer had confided in me and advised me of an impending fix, which was being orchestrated by his superior and racist plaintiffs who sought to manifest a profile and plant it on my criminal background with malicious intent. I took heed of this and kept it in my brain. Hoping that it would not come to fruition. 

I learned the extent of my internal injuries only after escaping Colorado to my home in Montana. There, I sought emergency medical attention. Doctors there confirmed that my condition was a very near death experience. I was placed on bedrest and subsequently a no-work order for 4 months. So, I had to forego a business opportunity which was presented to me by my friend Craig. 

In the beginning of 2016, the plaintiff called my cell phone numerous times making obscene comments, threats and racist comments. I was horrified because a temporary restraining order was in place. I was broken hearted,because I had physically saved this person's life on several occasions. Yet, inturn she tried to take mine. Documented events in high profile venues,hotels are some of the locations that she attempted suiide. I did not respond to her harassing calls because of the TPO. 

In mid January of 2016, I went back to work in my field of expertise. A lucrative opportunity led me to a sizeable project in Kansas. In order to obtain this assignment, I had to pass a highly scrutinized background check. My occupation often meant that I'd be working in high security, sensitive locations; businesses, hospitals, homes, schools and governmental sites. Our background checks take about a month to come back. They are heavily combed. Every facet of your life is examined. We had to be squeeky clean. A misdemeanor meant that you could not work. Traffic tickets meant that you could not work. I'd never been turned away from an assignment based on my background in my entire career. 

After arriving in Kansas, the company and I decided that I should lease a home, instead of paying long term lofty hotel bills. 

In the town that I had chosen near my client's office, I was pulled over by a local police officer. She ran my credentials and noted that I had no traffic infractions and sent me on my way without a ticket.

After settling in, I began receiving strange phone calls from my accuser, a former business associate and the same police officer whom had previously tipped me off of the impending sinister plot that was unbeknownst to me, festering and manifesting behind the scenes. I began to become deeply concerned because this was the first year in 8 years, that I would have custody of my youngest son for the Summer of 2016. We were both so excited. I was making big plans for us. When he asked to come and stay with me for the Summer, I cried after we hung up. My prayers had been answered.

Acting on the divisive advice of my aforementioned attorney, I accepted the terms of a lesser charge plea deal that would disappear in one year. I could not afford to have any such information on my clean background. It would cripple my ability to work in my profession of nearly 30 years. I believed what she'd told me. I inquired with her about the rumblings and rumors of new charges that I was hearing about. By way of the accuser and the informing police officer. The attorney advised me that she could not comment on any of this because she was only assigned my original case. I had the feeling, that she knew something, but wouldn't comment.

The attorney hurriedly sent me the court documents. I had been appearing by phone on court dates concerning the fictitious charges. So, our correspondence was by phone and email. 

After receiving the documents which I was given a deadline to return, I noticed that the documents were worded strangely and not only did they not embody the agreed upon plea deal, but they were attempting to get me to sign documents which were the original false charges. Charges that would have certainly stained my life and probably would have led to jail time.

When I brought these errors to the attorney's attention, she argued with me, that the documents were correct and that I needed to hurry and send them back. However, after a more careful review of the charges and terms, I was steadfast in my observations and immediately brought it back to her attention. At which time, she agreed that the documents needed to be corrected by the courts. She dismissed this as simple clerical error. How could an accomplished attorney excuse this as a mere mistake? Why hadn't she done the background on my accuser and interviewed the many people who would have verified my innocence. Why hadn't she realized that trying this case would lead to a dismissal? She misrepresented me grossly. And the mere mistake,how is it that my eyes could catch this attempted miscarriage, but a highly trained attorney, first insists that the documents are accurate, then plays their errors as a clerical error?

She had the documents corrected and then sent me the new documents. I felt in my heart, that something was amiss and that evil was at work against me. I knew that I could not trust this Attorney. She was not from the State's Public Defenders office. She was an independent attorney, hired by the courts in Special Needs cases. She was the medium to the fix. She helped these rogue agents set me up for what would unfold shortly after I returned the documents. 

I began serving this deferred sentence immediately. It required community service of about 1 week. And restitutions and court costs penalties. Although I was not guilty. I thought to just get it over with and move on with my life. I thought to myself, that I'd learned a very hard lesson in getting involved with her. I'd escaped with my life. I was free from the stresses of the pending charges. I could finally concrete on work and my children and all my family. The entire ordeal was nearly over and I had been spared the embarrassing details that went into all of this bizarre scenario. 

My client's office called in the late morning of Saturday, March 12th, 2016. They said that I'd been a witness to an accident and they needed me to come down to the local police station and speak to the police about what I'd seen. I hadn't seen or witnessed any such thing. I finished with work that day. That is the last day in over 3 years that I've earned an income.

At approximately 8PM CST, the local police arrested me in the town where I resided, Osawatomie, KS. Near my client's main office. Ripped from my home and handcuffed.They said that they had a warrant for my arrest. They didn't know what it was about. That details were coming in from Routt County,CO shortly. They held me at their station for 2 hours and finally booked. 

I was held with No Bond in Paola,KS for 31 days. I've we fused counsel there. I was abused physically and emotionally, by the Correctional Officers. I had no idea why they had it out for me. Some of them were professionals. Others were hellbent on creating pandomoniun for me. They enlisted the convicts and regular flyers to attack me. I had no idea why I was in there. How much longer I would be held without bail. When the federal extradite would show up and get me out of there. I thought that would be relief. I was wrong. 

Things got much worse on the Federal Extradite. A Privately owned service in a delabitated over crowded van,escorted me from Kansas back to Arkansas. Then began a 10 day trek across the country. It pains me to recall all of it, but I'm summation, I'm very fortunate to be alive. The drivers beat me in Northern California, after tossing me in shackles onto face, and surgically repaired left elbow. For which I have had a disability rating since 2012. Was involved in 2 vehicular accidents. Drugs floating around the cabin. Heroine addicts vomiting, people urinating and defacating on themselves. Not able to use the restroom for sometimes 8 hour periods. Forced to hold it. 3 meals per day from the McDonald's .99 menu(one item) and a 4 ounce cup of water. I did not sleep the last 96 hours of the trek which was originally one State over to Colorado. Yet, after touring many Western States, I was finally delivered to the Routt County detention center in Steamboat Springs, Colorado on April 16,2016. 

There, I was jailed and seen at the Yampa Valley Hospital for injuries from the transport.

Denied phone calls for the first 72 hours. The DA refused to allow me to bail out. The judge asked me why I hadn't bailed out in Kansas and driven myself up to Routt County to face charges on my own accord. He said that he had instructed the DA to make this possible. The DA ignored the judge's order. The DA insisted that I was a repeat offender and a menace to society. Convincing the judge that releasing me on bond would be a danger to the citizens of Colorado and everywhere else. I had no idea we they were talking about

When I was finally assigned a Public Defender, while going through the case and new charges against me, I was able to finally view the case jacket. The preliminary information in the jacket was mine. However, as we went further into the file, the information on my background was that of another individual's. 

My worst nightmare was beginning to manifest. I had been incarcerated with the criminology of another person's life of felonies and hard core crimes. Things like attempted murder, bank frauds, identity theft, drug trafficking,assaults and so much more. This person, who was clearly not me, had the same first and last name, different middle name and he is a junior. He's 15 years younger than me and was from a completely different part of the country.  He had 7 different active warrants all over the Southeast. South Carolina, Kentucky, Florida etc.

The case jacket did not include a face shot of him or me. My public defender had a hard time at first believing my claim that this person was not me. Then I began showing him evidence. On the very next appearance, it was more of the same from the DA. They began to add to the slate. The judge listened to my insistences that that had the wrong person and did an in court test to prove that my identity was not this other person's.

He then asked the DA to verify this information. At which time, the assistant DA lied about my birthdate being exactly the same is this other individual. The case jacket clearly showed that his birthday and mine were not even close. Later, the jacket would reflect an insertion of my birthdate next to the other person's. It was in entirely different font and it was obvious that it had been altered and inserted later. It also showed his true birthday.  So, they were trying to say that someone who I did not know and had no affiliation with, was born on the safe exact day as me, even though he was much younger. No mugshots.

Sharply after that court session, my attorney began to see everything clearly. They enlisted the expertise of a Special Investigator. More evidence that I was able to give them, began to uncover the core of this sinister plot to send me to prison for life, as another man. The attorney was jaw dropped as more and more facts revealed that indeed, I was not the person in this case jacket. He then believed me. That someone (s) had planted and infused the criminal background of this other guy into my clean God fearing life. 

Still, days went by and although I had money in my bank account and credit cards of my own, I was not permitted to bail myself out. At some point the DA was instructed to lower my bail. And then on a 3rd visit even lower. The catch: I had to own property in Colorado. So, my bail could have been one red penny, and that still wouldn't allow me to post bail. 

Eventually one of my best friends and my sister came up with the money and property leverage to bail me out. This still took several days. 

After my release,I rented a car and with permission of the judge, I went back to Kansas to await trial and begin mounting my defense. I couldn't fathom or digest what had transpired. It was absolutely surreal. The whole way back to Kansas, I was making calls to family and friends. I was so relieved that this nightmare was coming to a close. Again, I was wrong. My nightmare was just beginning.

While fictitiously incarcerated, my home back in Osawatomie,KS had been robbed entirely. My neighbor whom I had entrusted with so much was harassed by the local police. She was making calls for me and doing a lot on the outside. I had no phone numbers. Without her help, I may have never gotten the phone numbers that I needed to me bail. They more she helped me, the more the Osawatomie police harassed her. They told her horrific stories about me and my pseudo life of crime. They forced her to relinquish the keys to my vehicle.

They were acting in unison with the authorities in Steamboat Springs. This was brought to further exacerbation when my accusers began driving from Steamboat Springs down to my town and prejudicing the entire town, my landlord and the Osawatomie police against me. When I arrived in Osawatomie in the very early morning hours of April 29th, all hell broke loose. 

I was immediately evicted. I had lost my business, vehicle and most of my personal belongings. My renter's insurance would not honor the theft of my belongings, furniture, appliances,jewelry, watches, clothing, my professional work tools and just about everything. Anything the thieves didn't take, was strewn about the neighborhood and my yard. Pictures of my children smashed. Glass everywhere. My Bible lay open with the my Grandmother's burial materials out in the yard. I had been raked clean and utterly violated. The Osawatomie police forced her to give the keys to my home and allow the accusers from Steamboat Springs into my home. She said they took whatever they wanted. 

The same neighbor who'd helped me, was one of the only people I talked to nearly everyday, except while I was on the federal extradite. She didn't know where I was and feared the worst had happened. We became close while talking on the phone. She kept my bills caught up and other random errands that I asked of her. She said that I should stay with her after I returned. I was so indebted to her. I fell very deeply and quickly with her. I was an emotional wreck and she was there to catch me falling. 

As soon as the police in Osawatomie heard that I was at her home, they began feverishly harassing both of us everyday. They made up fake local robberies and crimes. They kept insisting that I'd been breaking into people's homes and all of these completely ridiculous accusations. We purposely would not leave her house for days and they would bang on her door with me allegations each day. They still believed that I was the other person in my background. They were dead set on locking me up. Everyone in that town and nearby soon knew who I was, and believed that I was someone else. My landlord was also her landlord. They evicted her for associating with me. I insisted that I should just leave and she would be safe. She insisted that she wanted to stay by my side. That, with her, I was safe.

I refused to allow them to do that to her. I offered the landlord rent and whatever they wanted. Yet, this had become less about money and everything about a persecution. A witch hunt. I insisted that I would leave and let her remain in her home. This fell on deaf ears and led to a near altercation in front of the home with the police present. Some of my stolen items had surfaced on Facebook Marketing. It was my other neighbor. She had many of my items, including my furniture in her house. I could not believe it.

The police came out and asked her about the items. She lied. No charges were filed. The landlord came out and asked the police to force us out. People gathered around screaming and telling obscenities at us. We were not safe. Not even with the police there. Especially, because the police were there. They were inviting opposition to my presence. They gave us a deadline to be out of the home and served me a verbal notice to vacate the neighborhood.

My homeless journey had officially began. We couch surfed after funds got too low to rent hotel rooms. I knew very few people in the area and with my reputation being stained, her family and friends wanted no part of it. They also believed that I was him.  A tent and extended camping session ensued. I sought help with the Veterans Administration to get she and I into housing. The process proved to be to much for her and our relationship came to an end several months into homelessness. 

On a court date return trip to Steamboat Springs just a few weeks after my release, I was able to present far more evidence to my attorney. Still, the DA wouldn't budge. However, my attorney had uncovered much more about my accusers and was convinced after interviewing witnesses, that not only was I innocent, but the true crimes had Brynn carried out by the accusers and corrupt police themselves. My identity had been stolen.

Later that year, I was exonerated and all charges dropped. I still had the conditions of the plea deal stemming from the first fictitious charge looming. But my attorney did some great work and eventually the FBI went to finger prints and revealed that they had the wrong person. 

I soon found out that I was unemployable. My stellar background was now shattered. My reputation was destroyed. Credit smashed, relationships with family and friends declining. Socially isolated, condemned. 

An innocent man, serving time is a very difficult repair. Lost time, family and everything that you've worked for. You try to pick up the pieces and move on. You've learned so much from all of the beyond belief events which have transpired. You are not a felon and have no true criminal convictions, yet you still have the stains of a multiple violent felonious offender's record on your background, over 3 years later. Homeless shelters throw you back to the streets. You're all out of outs. No more borrowing from friends and family. They're exhausted of your tireless needs. A perpetual hand out. You've effortlessly paid many of their bills. Yet, when you were at your lowest point in life, a place which was maliciously manifested and orchestrated by evil people, everyone begins to turn their back on you. Some of your closest friends have deleted you on social media. Others ask: When are you gonna finally get your act together? Time has conveniently erased the circumstances at the core of your situation.Your children don't speak to you. They are ashamed. They are scared and embarrassed. They've never seen their father like this. 

People have literally exploited you further because you are vulnerable. 

You were there for your country when needed. You are there for the elderly,you are there for the weak, for the mentally and physically disabled,  for everyone your whole life. You've climbed into upside down burning cars to extract a small child and her mother from the wreckage. The Combat Medic. Humanitarian. Lover of animals and all things. You feed and clothe the homeless in the bitter cold Montana Winters. 

You save the life of a woman who wants to jump off of the A-1A Bridge in Vilano Beach, Florida. And again when she's was near leaping to her death at the Steamboat Springs Marriott. And again when she tried to allow the Matanzas Inlet take her fully clothed out to sea. Twice. Your life is worthless to her. 

A convict gets out of prison and rebuilds their life. They've accepted their faults and they've been punished for their crimes. They will go into work programs and move on with their lives. Sink or swim. Convert or go back behind bars. For now, they are free. They don't live behind bars anymore.

Me, I'm a free man. I only spent 53 days too many behind bars. Not convicted of anything. Agencies that help felonious convicts cannot help me. I'm the free man. My bars are invisible. Yet they are still there. A permanent stain. An identity which has been removed. The living dead

My name is Terrance Floyd Taylor. For over 3 years, I've been going through life with another man's identity. And though I was not convicted of the crimes alleged against my character, I'm still serving time behind these invisible bars. 

Somehow, no one knows how to help me get my life back. Many attorneys have loved my case. However, I've never had the ability to afford one that could help me litigate. More importantly, to restore my honorable life to it's true form. 

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I need your help. If anyone can help me, I'd be forever grateful. My children, my Mother and all of my family and friends need me to restore my true life's legacy. 

God Bless and Be Well,

Terrance Floyd Taylor