Welcome to Stuart Showalter
While Neil Armstrong was making his first step for mankind on the Moon I was making my first step, or rather crawl, on the Earth for myself. I grew up in the Meridian-Kessler neighborhood of Indianapolis. This neighborhood is placed between Butler-Tarkington, where Butler University is located, and Broad Ripple which is where the high school I attended is located. Broad Ripple High School is well-known as the place that David Letterman once graced with his presence.
As
a youth I was an avid cyclist. I raced competitively during my high
school years and attended a session at the United States Olympic
Training Center in Colorado Springs, CO my senior year. Eventual seven
time Tour de France champion Lance Armstrong was also there at the
same time. Although I raced against Lance a few times I never beat
him. In the Spring the following year I was struck by a truck during
a training ride and nearly died. I suffered permanent injuries which
prevented me from ever competing again.
Later
that year I was arrested for federal excise tax violations following
a raid on my town-home where two officers of the Indianapolis Police
Department allegedly found one item of contraband in three different
locations. At least that was their changing testimony under
cross-examination. That was enough to land and all-expenses paid
tour of the midwest and gulf region visiting 11 different locales. I
was also fortunate enough to receive a follow-up surgery compliments
of the taxpayers. This came about because I was hanging out with skinheads and other assorted fringe or mainstream groups that advocated for US sovereignty, immigration reform and equal rights for whites. That made me a target of the federal government which had policies of racial discrimination and open borders. Although I haven't been involved in that since 1989 it did give me a good foundation by which to see how people mask gender discrimination through laws and policies just as racial discrimination had been done. I also got to see the feds in action on a daily basis including how they used racial conflict to control inmates just as gender conflict is being manipulated to control child custody.
I
eventually settled at a high security institution in Louisiana
[pronounced lousy-anna]. While in the system I worked as a legal
counselor to inmates, mostly working on appeals. While there I filed
my first lawsuit which was against the FBI and in which I was
victorious. The intimate observations that I was allowed to make of
the federal government in action along with learning what other
inmates where convicted of, what they had actually done and how they
were caught was the best education I had ever received.
Upon
completion of my term of parole I married Elica Wilson, the younger
sister of my high school buddy Brian Wilson. After moving around a
few years while she attended IUPUI we settled along Highway 32, a
short distance West of Lebanon, Indiana while she was pregnant. In
the Fall of that year our wonderful son Therin Alrik was born.
As
we had previously agreed I would be the stay-at-home-dad while she
went and applied her degree in education as a teacher. This gave me
the opportunity to hear his first sounds and words. "baa"
in it's three different inflections meant Thomas the Tank Engine,
corn chip, or look. The first time he crawled was a frightening
experience. He went backwards about three feet to an area behind the
recliner chair. I walked back into the living room after being gone
less than half a minute and our child had disappeared. Sneaky little
guy.
Unfortunately,
as I showed less worship of Elica and dedicated myself more towards
rearing Therin a dramatic change took place in her. I tried to get
her to take a more active role in parenting our son. She then became
physically abusive towards me often only throwing things but
sometimes unleashing a flurry of punches that resembled the Tasmanian
Devil of our cartoon days. A series of different mind altering drugs
failed to stabilize her behaviour. In our final months together she
often made threats that she would kill me while I slept. One day she
pointed a gun at our son and threatened to kill him because she
complained that I took care of him more than her.
That
was the point at which I finally sought outside assistance. She
cooperated for a short time before declaring that the psychologist
didn't know what she was doing. Elica then quit the counseling,
tried to self medicate and ultimately moved in with a boyfriend
leaving Therin behind with me. A few months later she filed for
divorce and then wanted to spend time with Therin.
Ultimately,
as is typical, she was awarded full legal and physical custody of our
son. This was a manifest injustice that placed my son with a
mentally unbalanced parent who had previously abused him both
mentally and emotionally. At one point during the divorce I did get a restraining order to keep her from harassing my friends and business associates. He was denied a substantial relationship
with the person whom he had really only ever known as his caregiver.
The person who taught him mathematics, how to read and nearly
everything else that led to him skipping the first grade.
On
top of losing a relationship with my child I was ordered to pay to
her about 70% of what our family expenditures had been. This was
supposedly to maintain the lifestyle that my child had enjoyed while
we were married. A system that requires one parent to pay 70% of
household expenditures to the other as his half of child support is
clearly flawed.
In
2004 I and a few other fathers in Boone County Indiana organized what eventually became the
Indiana Custodial Rights Advocates as a way to bring attention to
these injustices. This quickly resulted in a felony charge being
brought against me alleging that I had severely abused my son for a
two and one half year period. I fought with diligence to get a trial
but prosecutor's from surrounding counties kept passing the case
along until one finally dropped it. I sought to have it reinstated
and again made a demand for a jury trial but was denied. I was also
criminally charged in 2006 but again it was simply to attempt to
discredit me and was dropped.
I
have since dedicated myself to, along with my son, the cause of
fighting for the best interest of children through the custodial
rights of children and their parents.
In
this capacity I am the Legislative Liaison for Indiana Shared
Parenting where my primary responsibility is lobbying for more child friendly laws in Indiana. Other positions include Executive Director of Indiana Custodial Rights Advocates and
Legislative Liaison for the American Coalition of Fathers and
Children. During the 2010 legislative year I will be a registered
lobbyist in the state of Indiana. I am also a member of the Indiana
Association for the Gifted, an educational advocacy organization, and
the Indiana Coalition for Open Government, a public access advocacy
organization.
I
am currently pursuing a law degree and hope to eventually teach
classes for pro se litigants wanting to learn the law for purposes of
representing themselves in court but not seeking a law degree. I
currently provide coaching to litigants on an individual basis.
Although
I have almost no free time I do take some time out to practice and
play real football. I also returned to playing the trumpet in 2007 which I had previously done through high school. When my son was visited by the middle school band teacher he decided that he wanted to start playing trumpet. We worked on it over the Summer and the band teacher was pleased to say that Fall that he was where he was expected to be the next semester. I now play in the Boone County Community Band.
See my latest litigation activities here.
Six pieces of child-friendly legislation I am lobbying for in the 2010 session