Diane Wilson

What I am Doing Right Now

My last memory of Washington DC was going over the White House fence and skinning my stomach on the steel barbs.  For that action I got one year’s probation but no jail time. Can you believe that? No fines either other than court costs because I lost my case. I had a great attorney named Mark Goldstone who taught me the fine art of defending myself in court.  I told him I was writing a book called “How to Be Your Own Damn Lawyer” and using his techniques. Now I haven’t done that yet, although I did write a screen play and included the court trial and Mark Goldstone who is a fine looking lawyer. Rob Lowe will play him.

The last I heard from that fine lawyer was that he was appealing my conviction on the grounds of  “who owns the air space over the White House fence?” For instance, can you stick your finger over the White House fence? Is that illegal? Now I believe the mailman who recently went over the White House fence and landed in a gyro-helicopter might want to check out those pleadings.  

Since that incident I have returned to Texas. Yes, I do live in Texas although many activists that I know and meet up with are soundly confused with that fact. I live very far in the country in a little fishing village that I don’t care to name.  In 2005 or 2006?  I had climbed the White House fence (this was the FIRST time) and two weeks later I got a visit from two guys in black suits with black shoes and wearing sunglasses.  They were Secret Service agents and wanted to know if I had an authority complex.  They next visited the elementary school for reasons I cannot fathom. They also visited my neighbor living in a trailer.  He was 80 years old and a card-carrying Militia and had a stash of weapons in his back room so they left pretty pronto.  

Since going over the WH fence in 2013, I have retired to a barn which I have recreated into a cabin. I painted it purple and did my own plumbing and cut my own firewood.  I am working to get totally off the grid.  I planted a garden in recycled window frames and have created the mother lode of tomatoes.  In the meantime, I am writing a book that is two years overdue about the lost cause of the fishermen.  I am also eyeballing a chemical plant’s waste water permit that the state of Texas has no inclination of letting me get involved in.  So you know what that means, doncha?