[redacted]
Fraud Section, Criminal Division
US Department of Justice
1400 New York Ave. Bond Building
Washington, DC 20530
RE: Corrections to letter in re: Clarification of FOIA/PA
Request attached
Dear Chief [redacted]:
I have enclosed a correction of the Clarification letter I sent on April 7, 2006. In the first instance the original letter did not have the right date; and the phone number in the text of 603-279-6424 should be read as 603-279-6425. There may be other typos but I did not find them.
Additionally, I am sending you more particular information on the contact person I was referred to before I took my trip to Panama in order to reinsert my legal information into the governmental records of both the United States and Panama.
The initial contact person was a former [redacted] named [redacted]. A childhood friend had assured me that [redacted] was a ‘good guy’. I now know, he was not. [redacted] I now know is a former [redacted] with a drug habit who is admittedly now a ‘hitman’ for hire. I know, sounds bizarre, but we are talking about Panama, after all. My girlfriend has now confirmed that other former friends of hers have confirmed that [redacted] is using drugs and selling drugs, and most likely he is working for a cartel that combines black government ops and the mob. Sounds very Robert Ludlum.
Hindsight is 20/20. When I arrived in Panama after being away for some 30 plus years, it was like I took a trip back into a time and a Panama that I had never known. [Growing up I lived a very protected life as the daughter of the elite of the Panama Canal Company.] Anyway, some man carrying a placard met me at the airport terminal. He claimed to be [redacted] driver. I asked to speak to [redacted] before getting into the car, which was a wreck. [redacted] assured me that as a friend of my friend I would be safe to go with his driver. I felt as if I had no choice.
I was taken up into the interior in the middle of the night and finally arrived at a hacienda on the beach in [redacted]. This was [redacted] house that my friend raved about. The exterior looked fine, the inside was wrecked just like the car.
[redacted] was on his best behavior and said the mess was because his son had thrown a party there recently. We talked. I told him of my problem. He said he would make some phone calls and arrange for a lawyer. I went into a bedroom and locked the doors, didn’t take off any of my clothes and didn’t sleep all night.
In the morning the driver, cum bodyguard, took me for a walk on the beach and tried to explain the disconnect of the [redacted] that I met with the man that was described to me by my friend. He said that [redacted] had promised my friend that he would take care of me and that I should trust in that. I said I wanted to go back to Panama City. The driver agreed to take me immediately back to Panama City where I had made a reservation at the El Panama Hotel. I was delay leaving [redacted] for several hours. Later that day I left after briefly speaking to [redacted] again. I guessed that he had a drug habit.
The lawyer that [redacted] set me up with was a, [redacted]. His address at that time was [redacted]. Finally, later that afternoon, the driver took me to the El Panama. I was expecting to be joined by two other childhood girlfriends who were arriving in a few days. We had booked adjoining rooms.
Since the time my trip started I felt that I had been watched. A man had accompanied me from [redacted], on the New Hampshire to Georgia leg of the trip. Now, I was certain that at least three men were assigned to watch me while I was at the El Panama. These three men had rearranged for themselves to be booked into the adjoining room to me and put my girlfriends on the other side of them. At dinner that first night they sat at a discreet distance, but very noticeable. They looked mid-European, or Israeli.
Prior to my girlfriends’ arrival I met with a reporter from "The Panama News". It was he who had just broken the story of Unisys’ implication in the fraudulent CEDULA, or ID Cards. In fact, an entire new ID process had just been introduced to counter the fraud. Unisys appears to also be implicated in the management of the computer system in which I was disappeared from the archives of the Panama Canal Company.
[redacted] never showed up for his appointments. No explanation. I waited. Finally two days later my girlfriends arrived and were picked up at the airport by another childhood friend that I had not seen since our graduation from high school. His parents, [redacted], and mine had been very close friends: especially our mothers. Finally [redacted] did come, and said he would begin the process, but nothing appeared to happen.
Our travel plans took us to the Atlantic side, and the ‘shadowmen’ from the El Panama by now were beginning to spook my two girlfriends. We rented a car, and before we left we had lunch at a local restaurant. The ‘shadowmen’ sat at a nearby table while we ate.
Sometime later that day, only I became violently ill with some type of food poisoning. I was sick for several days while we were on the Atlantic side. Our trip then took us back to the Pacific side and we separated for a few days. I flew up to Boquette and when I returned we all went up to [redacted] to visit with the [redacted] Family, the long time family friends that I refer to earlier. As I explained my dilemma to the family, it became clear to them that I needed the political clout that they were capable and kind enough to offer. From that time forward there was forward progress in getting my problem solved.
Although [redacted] was still kept as the lawyer, this time he was taking instructions from [redacted]. The girls went back home to the US and I remained as a guest of [redacted] family.
Although, I will never know what transpired at the US Consulate during the following days - unless the information has been retained in the US Consulate files, which I have requested under FOIA - what is very clear is that without the assistance of the [redacted] family I most probably would have wound up without any identity, not even the American passport that I arrived with. One can only posit that my American passport would have been confiscated after I presented an alleged forged birth certificate. If that were to have happened, I would have been left with no identity, no passport, no money, and no place to go. I cannot but think that this outcome was the plan all along. I have recently learned that [redacted] has never contacted my girlfriend since I left Panama. She feels he betrayed her faith in him.
As farfetched as this scenario appears, it is my honest belief that it is true. And, if it is true, then those whom [redacted] communicated with the night I arrived in Panama collaborated to put the plan into motion. If [redacted] were supposed to assist me in the first instance, he would have done so. Instead, he ultimately needed to understand that the [redacted] family cared to see me successful, before he came on board. For those who are unfamiliar with the workings of Panama they may not get it; for those who know how things work in Panama and for those who have influence, on both sides, I need not explain further.
Although I now have an identity in Panama as Jean Elizabeth Allan and Jean Elizabeth Allan Sovik, and my name has legally been changed to Jean Elizabeth Allan in New Hampshire Probate Court, my problem is not solved. I have reason to believe that the same international narco traffickers who were responsible for the erasure of my identity in the first place have used my current social security number under the name of Jean E. Vorisek. I need a new social security number in the name of Jean Elizabeth Allan, for starters.
I cannot make you do your job. I can only report what I honestly believe has happened to me and to my family. I have kept my part of the bargain. When do you intend to keep yours?
Sincerely,
Jean E.Allan et al
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