What problems may arise if your namesake is a lawbreaker - ForumDaily
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What problems may arise if your namesake is a lawbreaker?

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“18 for years, I thought that she, the villain, enjoys someone else's - my - personality. Until I met her. Then this story turned to me a completely different side. "

The Guardian tells the story of Fox Davis, who lived 18 for years, thinking that another woman uses her personality.

“It all started in 1998 at West Palm Beach Airport. I had 26, and I was finally able to rent a car myself. My younger sister and I went to Florida with our grandparents. They lived in a modest tenement among other aging New York middle-class Jews, 8 miles from the ocean.

When I handed the clerk my driver's license, he checked it through the system and returned it.

“It is not valid,” he said.

"What? How?". I lived in New York and I didn’t have a car. I drove only for work, when it was necessary to take the scenery for filming a children's television series.

The clerk told me to go to the Motor Transport Directorate (DMV). I was uncomfortable, but I called my grandmother from a pay phone to pick us up.

The following week, at the DMV, I was told that I had a fine for driving on a 138 street in the Bronx with a broken headlamp. “But this cannot be,” I said. “I never drove down this street.”

They showed me a copy of the abuse report. He was discharged to Fox Celine Davis. But the address was not mine. The car is not mine. The neat signature below — Lisa Davis, in italics — was also not like my strokes. I thought that my personal data had probably been stolen from me.

I had to plead guilty and pay a fine in order to renew my driver's license. I also filed an appeal with the transport court and a statement that another person had illegally used my driver's license. I wanted to investigate the matter.

Five months later, I arrived from Brooklyn in a transport court in the Bronx and told the judge: “This fine was not written to me. It was not me who violated the traffic rules. ” He looked at the name on the record: Lisa Celine Davis. Then he looked at the date of birth. Also mine He shook his head: “But this is just a broken headlight,” he said. - Case is closed". He ignored my claims that it was not me, that my personal data was stolen from me.

The situation began to repeat. For many years, someone received fines for violating traffic rules, and all this went into my story.

In a strange way, the one who stole my personal data had a strong sense of civic duty. At least 4 times, from the end of 1990's to 2013 a year, I went to my polling station, where it turned out that I could not vote because I had already reregistered to vote in the Bronx. “But this is not me!”, I sobbed, showing the address indicated in my documents. I was given a detached ballot and a form for registering a new voter.

Who is this woman who tried on my personality, having even given my birth date and middle name, who is she? How did she do it and, most importantly, why?

In 2013, my ID was suspended again. This time - due to an unpaid fine for talking on a cell phone while driving in the 2012. Again I went through all the circles of hell with a DMV: I fascinated them, threatened, shamed. I tried to beg and scold them. I again pleaded guilty and paid a fine to renew my ID, and again filled out a statement that someone else was using my document.

It all ended with what they told me in the DMV: no one stole my identity, it's just that there is another Fox S. Davis in New York with the same date of birth. Our personal stories with her intersect. When the police checks for a driver's license, they do not look at the address, signature or social security number — only on the name and date of birth. Which we have with that other Foxes S. Davis completely coincide. In the eyes of the law, we were one person caught in the network of the idiotic DMV system and the police of the city of New York.

When I applied to the election commission in the center of Brooklyn, I was told the same thing: me and Lisa S. Davis were one person.

•••

In 2015, I failed a biography check for a new position because, according to the New York City Police, I did not pay a fine for a walk in a park in Brooklyn at unregulated time, after 22-00. Now I’ve got a forensic offense on my personal file, and I had 60 days to decide if I want to stay on this job. This meant that I needed to appear before a criminal court in lower Manhattan.

I have never been to the courts, except for transport. I knew the statistics - almost 76% of arrests for misconduct overtake blacks or Hispanics. But I felt like a privileged white American woman living in a segregated part of New York who never deals with the criminal justice of a city. In the courtroom, almost all people were of a different race, not white - all except me, the judge and the lawyer. Most of them were held accountable for smoking marijuana - the easiest violation in the city.

When my turn came, I said, "It's not me."

“You shouldn’t talk to me, talk to your lawyer,” said the judge, pointing to a bald man standing behind me, whose name I wasn’t even told.

“This is not her,” said the lawyer. I gave him a folder of collected correspondence with the DMV, fines, which I challenged or paid for, investigations. He looked inside and handed it on.

“How can I know that it’s not you?” The judge asked hoarsely. Discretion on his face gradually turned into cynicism and impatience.

I tried to explain the long history of our interweaving, but the judge did not listen. He said that he needed to go to court, which could take months. Until that time, my post will leave. I left the courtroom and burst into tears.

A policeman followed me. He sympathized with me, because, according to him, I was on the “worst day” - this judge was the least human of all. The cop advised me to return, plead guilty and pay a fine — then the charges would be dropped from me and I get off with a warning. If for six months I do not fall into such a mess, the charge will be removed from my personal file.

“But I didn't do it,” I said. Still sobbing, I braced myself, returned to the courtroom and admitted my guilt, for the third time, for what I had not done. I was very uncomfortable. But I began to realize that for most people injustice is a given.

•••

When I came to pay a fine, my record could not be found, so they sent me to the office. There was also no warrant, but the woman-servant told me: “There are still 13 warrants on you”.

I was taken aback. "How is this possible?"

“I don't know,” she replied. “We only have one Fox Davis folder, and 13 orders in it.”

As they explained to me later, perhaps because of my confession of guilt, other unpaid fines began to be placed on me. “Don't get caught by the cops,” said the clerk. “You can be arrested.”

I managed to solicit copies of the protocols for unpaid fines from her, and I began to search. Who are these Foxes Davis, why are the protocols drawn up on them? Lisa Davis in eastern New York crossed the road in the wrong place, but did not pay the fine. Lisa Davis on the border of Bed-Pack and Bushwick walked with a dog without a leash. Lisa Davis in Clinton Hill did not close her trash can. Three more Lis Davies were fined for this in other parts of the Bronx. Another Fox Davis had a fight, and then another. The fox from Haarlem was caught stealing in the store, but the cop's handwriting was so unintelligible that I didn't understand anything. But the girl’s answer was clearly written: “I needed soap.”

In almost all cases, the protocols were drawn up inadequately and hastily. Below, where there should be the signature of the offender, on one stood the word "I refuse." All protocols, except for the fight, were for minor violations.

First, I went to Brownsville, to Fox, who was given a fine for a walk in the park at an inopportune time. The address led me to a house that is indescribable to the public.

The door opened, and a short-haired African-American woman looked out of her head. The girl was with painted nails and muscular shoulders.

“Hmm, are you Lisa Davis?” I asked.

She waited, but answered: "Yes."

"I, too".

She squinted and bowed her head. I told her about the penalty I got.

“Oh, and I still could not find out what happened to him,” she said.

“Did you have such a thing that you were confused with other Foxes Davis?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she replied. “There is another Lisa S. Davis who was born on the same day as me.”

And then I understood everything. It was her. Lisa Davis, which I have been looking for all these years.

And I told her: "It's me!".

She was suddenly ashamed, and she began to apologize for those fines. She said that she did not understand where they all went. It never occurred to her that they were being given to another person.

Nevertheless, she guessed about my existence.

In 1997, when she went to the DMV to change her driver's license issued by the state of Mississippi to a New York state document, she was told that she was already in the system. She went to the polls, and she was told that she was registered in another district. When she passed her background check to get a job, she was told that she had my address. All these years the same thing happened to her as to me: she was told that she and I were the same person.

On a cool and sunny April afternoon, I went in search of others.

•••

Two weeks before I found Fox, I received a letter from the DMV that my driver's license was temporarily invalid because I did not insure my Honda. But I don't have a Honda.

After 80 minutes of waiting on the DMV line (I'm not kidding), they started transferring me from department to department, then asked to fax them a copy of my social security card, birth certificate, driver's license, a copy of a letter and a statement literally saying: "It's not me".

Instead, as I was advised, I contacted the then member of the local legislature, Jim Brennan. His staff asked me to send them documents proving my many years wandering. Finally, there were those who wanted to familiarize themselves with the contents of my folder.

A week later, they called me from a fraud department of the DMV. The system worked in my favor: the one for whom I voted in the elections, stood up for me. A DMV spokeswoman said: “Oh, and I remember you — I already came across your case twice.”

And what, I asked her, nothing can be done to prevent this from happening again in the future?

No, she said. But she gave me her direct phone number and promised that if I call her again, she would be aware of my question. As soon as I told Lisa about the last restriction on the validity of my certificate (with an unregistered “Honda”, which only I knew about), she provided me with proof of insurance, and the problem was solved.

Perhaps now it will be so: Fox and I will solve our problems ourselves with the police and transport authorities. Those other Foxes will probably not influence me, since we have different birth dates with them. But me and Lisa S. Davis are constantly replacing each other.

We are twins for the DMV and the police. Forever and ever. But now we do not even mind.

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