THE COERCION MEETING

PARK MANAGER & PARK SUPERVISOR

The park manager and the park supervisor summoned me to a public picnic table for over an hour of psychological pressure designed to force my resignation.

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Silence.

What I Did

I sat at the picnic table for 62 minutes. I listened. I recorded.

What They Did

A park manager and a park supervisor sat across from me in a public day use area where they spent 62 minutes pressuring me to resign.

They criticized me. They tried to cast me as the problem. They made admissions on tape. The park supervisor broke her silence only to rescue the park manager when his argument collapsed.

The meeting failed, so the escalation continued. An unidentified man sent to question me in isolation. A phone-call dismissal six days before my finish date.

A 31-minute containment phone call by the program manager. A permanent ban from every state park in Oregon, on agency letterhead, citing my public comments. Procedural silence from the director. A federal law enforcement agent and two state troopers at my gate on the anniversary.

And silence from the institution.

MARCH 5, 2025

The park manager and the park supervisor called me to a meeting at a public picnic table in Honeyman State Park’s day-use area. The entire meeting was recorded.

62 minutes. A public picnic table. Two managers and one unpaid volunteer with no representation.

The park manager came with a handwritten list. He catalogued every minor interaction from my first weeks — a text message with the park supervisor, a poem I shared, bolded words in an email, a CC on correspondence — and presented them as a pattern of concerning behavior. When I corrected him, he moved to the next item. When I pushed back, he claimed things were in my emails that were not there. When I asked him to be specific, he could not.

He told me to chew glass and swallow it. He mocked my sexuality, suggesting I “thought I had a future” with my male supervisor — after I had explicitly set a boundary that the relationship was not romantic. He admitted on tape that he had never given me the benefit of the doubt. He repeatedly suggested I leave.

The park supervisor was silent for the first 19 minutes. Her first word was “tone” — spoken once, precisely timed, reframing every email I had ever written as threatening. She said nothing while the park manager told me to chew glass. She said nothing while he mocked my sexuality. She said nothing while he admitted he had never given me the benefit of the doubt.

When the park manager’s admission destabilized his own argument, she attacked. Fifty minutes in, she returned to the only thing they ever had: a text message from the first week of February that we had already resolved. She confirmed on tape that she had invented an interpretation of my job application withdrawal email — attaching meaning that was never there, that I had never stated, that existed in no correspondence — and brought it to that table as evidence against me.

I told her I liked her. She said “okay.” That is on the tape.