Rebekah, Stop The Madness!

Rebekah Johnson, accused of shooting Ganas commune founder Peter Gross, is on the loose, perhaps in Staten Island, and is sending fucked up communiques to the Staten Island Advance:

The manila envelope, which bears a June 15 Staten Island postmark, contains copies of fliers demonizing Gross, as well as clippings about the May 29 shooting and previous articles about the Ganas commune.

“Patrol car was stationed by 127 Corson for 2 weeks — 24/7,” is the blue-pen jotting on an article from the May 31 Advance. “They left June 12th. June 13th Ganas cut all the vegetation by 127.”

Whether Johnson continues to pose a threat to Gross is open to interpretation.

Next to the headline “Commune stalker: Who’s next?” in that same issue of the Advance is an arrow pointing to a picture of Gross with the words: “Just him!”

Another scrawl reads: “Expecting return of shooter? No way!”

. . .

The fliers contained in the packet branding Gross a “rapist” and a “pimp” first surfaced in 2004, and also appeared on a Web site in a rambling diatribe that compared Gross to Charles Manson and accused Ganas of practicing mind control.

It’s believed that Ms. Johnson was the woman who disrupted the Staten Island Ferry centennial celebration in St. George last Oct. 25, distributing fliers branding Ganas a “cult group” that “rapes women to force them into fraudulent immigration marriages.”

A copy of the flier — which depicts Gross in a photo — is included in the packet with a sarcastic note on the bottom-left corner: “I think someone don’t like him.”

Stretched across the bottom of the page is a question in red felt-tip pen: “Could she be telling the truth?” The word “she” is underlined.

A woman who answered the phone at the Ganas compound yesterday said, “It could be a good thing — if it helps the police catch her.”

Meanwhile, Advance reporter Jeff Harrell pleads with Johnson to turn herself in:

You have reached out to me with a packet of assorted clippings and scrawled messages in an effort to get your message out. And your message brings out very serious problems that merit public attention.

I am apparently your designated public messenger.

That’s good. Communication is a key that can unlock the thickest of doors.

But how can we communicate if you’re a fugitive in hiding?

How can we find peaceful solutions to the severe problems you have posed if you’re being hunted down like a hardened criminal?

. . .

Nobody wants to see anybody else get hurt. Nobody wants you to be harmed, either.

So let’s do this the easy way. Put down your gun. Walk into the police station.

Surrender. Please. For your sake. Nobody will hurt you if you don’t give them a reason to.

Turn yourself in.

Then we can talk.

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