The Travelling Roadshow Of The Countess Maritsa

Erin, Sue (family friend), Katie, Morgain

On The Road- Mt.Shasta 1983

 The Travelling Roadshow Of The Countess Maritsa is a memoir written by Morgain McGovern, who grew up in a gypsy-like family of four rebellious sisters headed by their mother, Maureen, a brilliant con-woman on the run.

 The book starts when I was seventeen, hiding out in a Parisian hotel room with my fugitive mother, who was wanted by the French authorities, British authorities, Interpol and the FBI.

 As I lay in bed watching old “Kojack” reruns in a pill induced haze in our hotel room, I saw my Father’s episode dubbed over in French. The story then melts into our family’s history in  “The Bionic Woman” and against the backdrop of his acting career in 1970’s Los Angeles.

 Some of my earliest memories were stories of trashed movie trailers and tales of adventure with his wild actor friends: John Quade (Clint Eastwood films), Roscoe Lee Brown, Julius Harris, Jack Nicholson, Dennis Hopper and Warren Beatty.

 But after one too many affairs on movie sets and theatre tours, Mom left her womanizing husband & took her four little girls (and a furry menagerie of our animals) on the road in a Winnebago.

 Mom had a Samsonite case full of pills and borderline personality disorder, but her gift was a sharp knack for crime.

mom and paul zindel 1959

Mom and Paul Zindel 1959?

Her story is in some of his books.

   In the “Mad Men” era of the mid-nineteen sixties, New York Herald Tribune journalist Maureen Smith met Don McGovern, a Broadway actor and stage manager (1963-66) of Lincoln Center in the East Village-who also moonlighted as a Mafia henchman.

He taught her everything he learned about crime, and while running a nightclub for a famous mob family in the meat market district, Dad got knifed in an argument with a “made” man- his boss- and the couple knew it was time to hit the road and drive to a new life in California.

At first, it was an ideal family life, having four little girls and living on our ranch in trendy Agoura. Mom’s sisters lived nearby in Los Angeles and provided some stability and guidance. We visited our father’s movie sets and went to studio parties with the glitterati, but the sepia toned memories and happiness were soon fleeting.

My father’s roles (Easy Rider, The Wicked Die Slow, The Bionic Woman, Killer Bees, the Last Detail, Sleeper, Kojack and others) gave him the acclaim he needed, but alcoholism and the lure of other women soon engulfed him.

The Wicked Die Slow 1968

Dad The Wicked Die Slow Psycho Joker

One of his favorite stories was when he and his best friend Mike Whitney (Twiggy’s ex-husband) got drunk at our house in Laurel Canyon and then decided to cement over Ali McGraw’s footprints at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, because they didn’t think she deserved the honor.

Dad, Mom, Lana Saunders, Mike Whitney

About the time Dad & Mike Whitney

cemented over Ali MacGraw‘s footprints at

Graumanns’ Chinese Theatre

                    Caravanning across America, we lived in gorgeous houses in affluent areas then when luck ran out, we crashed in run-down motels across the country & abroad. Rarely staying in one town for more than six months, Mom raised us with artistic ideals, to seek truth and beauty, kindness and compassion.

Mom’s regular form of income was fraud, of all kinds, but she really came alive when she got on the phone- wheeling and dealing, putting deals together with rich people. Some of them were spectacular. She was gifted at real estate and quit claims-because she had the knack of knowing what land was about to be valuable, get the rights to buy it somehow and sell it to whoever really wanted it at a much higher price. She did this with no actual money of her own and it was dazzling. When it was working in her favor, her mind was her greatest asset.

Mom loved big, rambling farmhouses out in the country and my sisters and I would pick wildflowers and plant gardens at whatever new house we lived in, putting down roots in the ground, as if it were some sort of magic spell to make us stay in one place. As I planted, I knew we wouldn’t be there the next spring to see hollyhocks come up-but I left my mark on the earth, I had been there.

Wherever we moved, Mom would invite strange people to live with us.

She’d find them at the DMV or pick up people spare-changing for food outside of the local grocery store. We were a family like Robin Hood, doing the right thing and helping these strange drifters that Mom had found. She told us that it was the kind thing to do, people should help each other. But as I got older, I realized they were her henchmen.

They would live in our guesthouse, attic or basement and fixed things around the property. As time went by, Mom’s choice of house guests would get scruffier and lower on the moral ladder. Drug addicts, dealers, low-lifes, crackers, swamp trash, anti-socials, squatters, whores, trailer trash, junkies, whatever she could find-the dumber, the better. The more affluent ones had their van or trailer they’d been living in towed to our newest property.

They would lights cars on fire, burn things down, return stolen items back to a pricey store (for cash or store credit), stage a robbery or whatever else she could think of to collect the insurance money.

Sometimes, they would get high, drunk or just completely misunderstand Mom’s directions and fuck things up so badly that we’d have to move sooner than anticipated. Most of her vagabond victims would only be around for a few months and the smart ones moved on to roam after they collected their share.

She’d order one of them to roll a dying car with a shot transmission off of a cliff or flood the basement of whatever house we were renting. We would gather up all of our clothes we were sick of, broken electronics (and anything else we didn’t want or feel like packing) and throw it into the dark, smelly lake that used to be our playroom. She told us that the basement had flooded overnight and while it was an unfortunate accident, we could get new stuff this way.

When my oldest sister Meagan was about ten, she got electrocuted when she flipped on the basement light before Mom could warn her. She looked down and realized she was standing in deep, electrified water on the top step but her puffy rubber-soled moon boots saved her from death.

Before we’d leave town and move on to our next new life, our basements morphed into something that looked like the end scene of the movie Titanic, with a shaved head Barbie doll floating face down in the black water, dismembered and abandoned to a watery death.

But when Mom was really upset or nervous, she would set things on fire. Torching rental houses was her signature way of letting the world know that she was angry, horrifying hysterical landlords who wanted their three-month’s of back rent.

My sisters and  I would wave goodbye from the back of the station wagon with our cats and dogs to the bad town that wasn’t right for us. We knew other people led normal lives but Mom told us the new town was going to be better. This town was bad luck.

In some classrooms we’d be popular and never want to leave, in others, we’d be pariahs and didn’t bother with doing our homework. We knew it was only a matter of time before we were on the road again.

After our eighth or ninth school, my sisters and I began to create cover stories to tell our newfound friends. Growing up in chaos created a defiant kind of camaraderie for us. The secrets of our sisterhood banded us together to kept us sane.We began to realize what our Mom was, but we didn’t have the word for it. I told friends that my mom was freelance writer with a gypsy streak. We knew that soon she’d find a real job as a writer, eventually.

The magic box of pills that also doubled as a seat for me in the front of the van.

Halloween 1981  Kingwood, Texas.

With warrants and detectives trailing us, the bills were paid with insurance fraud, clever scams and bad checks.We wanted to believe our mother- that the next move was permanent and we would settle down, but we all knew better.

Our father called occasionally, and told us he never wanted to be a parent, just an artist in a garret.

Morgain and Mom 1986
Cousin Judy, Morgain, Katie. Moved to Oregon, 1985

Mom’s brilliant mind would come through and save us every once in awhile.

When I was in the 3rd grade, she auditioned and became a contestant on a trivia game show called “Sale Of The Century”. She gave the other contestants a beating, and after a long week of tapings, she  won $75,000 in cash, plus a bunch of prizes and a trip up to Monterrey, California.

Her winnings on the show changed our nomadic lives. For the first time, we went to a school for two years in a row and even though we still took road trips in our custom van up to Oregon, Washington and Idaho; we had a home to go back to in Los Angeles. We had food in the refrigerator and the cops didn’t come by to arrest Mom every few months. It was peaceful.

Things got bad again once the money ran out.  We ended up living in a motel on Sepulveda Boulevard for three months until Mom could think of something. I’ve driven by that motel recently and families are still living there.

Three years later, we were living in a motel in Upstate New York when Mom found out that the game show was hosting a “Return Of The Champions” and wanted her to be a contestant on the show to defend her game show queen title-in Australia.

The show was a huge hit in Australia and the producers were willing to fly her and one other person to Melbourne and put her up in a hotel for at least a week or so. She convinced them to pay for Me and Erin to go, since we were both under fifteen. Mom had warrants out and detectives looking for her in New York-so a trip to Australia to escape certain jail time in New York was an opportunity that Mom couldn’t refuse.

Crocodile Mumdee

When we got to Melbourne, There were about thirty other “champions” from various “Sale Of The Century” shows around the world, mostly Britons, Americans and Australians. I’ve never seen people who loved to drink so much (and for free) in a hotel bar.

All the contestants were shuttled to the studio every day, and the producers would randomly pick the contestants who would be on the show for the day. Everyone would come back by five or six for cocktails and hors d’oeuvres in the lounge. Mom finally had a 9 to 5 job.

Erin and I would take the trolley all around Melbourne and explore. It was brilliant.

It was in the lounge where Mom picked off her prey. Mom liked pills more than the drink, so she would wait it out while the other contestants got drunk and mingled. In 1989, there was no Internet. It was hard to tell if a credit card was stolen and they were run by hand machines and carbon copies. The stores would only phone in a suspiciously large purchase, so it would be weeks before English banks would know anything was up.

Mom’s day to finally be a contestant on the show came-and she didn’t do well at all. She was very sick on the day of the taping and only made about $1700. It was time to go back home to the states.

We tried to look on the bright side, even though she didn’t bring in the kind of money we needed, at least we had gotten a free trip to Australia. We tried to reassure her, the cops from New York were probably looking for somebody else by now.

For a last hurrah, Mom rented a car and drove us to see the fairy penguins march up the beach at dusk, back to burrow in their sand cave homes, all nestled in and warm with their furry families in the cliffs overlooking the Tasmanian sea.

We started to drive the car north, through the Snowy River Forest and then up to ninety mile beach where massive waves  and a blue wall of water could come up slowly or quickly, and if you weren’t paying attention, you’d get soaked sitting 100 feet from the faded water lines.  We were on our way to Sydney-we were going to fly back to the States from there.

After we got back to New York, we crashed at Katie and Meagan’s apartment. My sisters and I couldn’t joke about this anymore, we all started to unravel. We needed a Mom and she was wanted by the police all over New York for various thefts and fraud.

Mom checked herself into fancy mental hospital because she said that the cops can’t arrest you if you’re a patient. The four of us were on our own until she could figure something out. She was there for a few weeks when the cops found her and it was a matter of time before they figured out a loophole in the mental patient protection law. Mom checked herself out and announced that we were moving to Hilton Head Island, in South Carolina. Tomorrow.

Rich people from Ohio, New York and Connecticut usually go to the Carolinas for a vacation and expect to find golf, warm weather and Margaritaville. They’d have someone safe watch their kids at the hotel so they could go out and party.

Mom was waiting for them like a grandma spider nanny in a beautiful  hotel. After the kids came back from swimming, tennis or golf lessons, Mom would put them to bed and help herself to whatever cash or jewelry she didn’t think the parents would miss. Most of the time, they hadn’t realized they’d been robbed until they got back to their northern homeland and sobered up.

Mom had a way of making sure she only robbed super rich people who on their last day of vacation and were leaving early for the next flight back home.

“I was a boutique thief, I never robbed anyone who’d be left with nothing”, she told me recently. “Morgain, there is no honor among thieves, I’ve never seen it. But I never stole from someone who’d be left with nothing. I stole from the rich.”

Detectives were searching the house on a regular basis and Mom got arrested for grand theft, robbery and insurance fraud. Meanwhile, New York State had several warrants out for her and was trying to extradite her back.

My sisters were done. They decided to move back to upstate New York and break free from Mom, but I couldn’t. For years, we had been raised on a roller coaster ride of torched houses, cross country road trips, international hotel rooms, run down motels, a gunfight, foreign authorities, Australian game shows, addiction and madness.

After Mom posted bail on Hilton Head, my sisters had already left and I was alone with her. Mom presented me with a new plan. We were going to start a new life in England. I knew how sick she was, but I couldn’t leave her. She had already programmed me to protect her.

In England, I started going to a posh school in Kensington and started hanging out with my friends. I tried to stay away from home as much as possible. While I was at school, Mom had started doing some very bad things and ended up in Holloway Women’s Prison, in London. The detectives confiscated my passport and I was trapped in London, homeless for the rest of the winter.

After Mom escaped from her bail hostel in Oxford, we left England in the night. From there, our journey took us to Spain, France and back to the United States-which escalated into a FBI manhunt and America’s Most Wanted.


For years, we were raised on a roller coaster ride of torched houses, cross country road trips, international hotel rooms, run down motels, a gunfight, foreign authorities, Australian game shows, drug and alcohol abuse, a Parisian dungeon, French nuns, a house chicken and madness.

The Travelling Roadshow of the Countess Maritsa a story about the American dream unraveling.

As the Internet age came upon her, Mom was caught just before her segment on “America’s Most Wanted” aired, and she was sent to Federal prison for several years. One detective in Fort Bend, Texas thought she was affiliated with the notorious “Irish Travelers” band of gypsies, but nothing has ever been proven.

The Countess

The Bionic Woman

The Bionic Woman


The Bionic Woman-Canyon of Death-1976

California, 1976

One of my earliest memories of my parents was when my Dad got a big part on “The Bionic Woman.” My sisters and I loved that show – it was much better than “The Six Million Dollar Man,” because the Bionic woman was tall, blonde and kicked ass. The 70’s era futuristic “Boing!” sound she made when she flew into the air sent chills up my spine, and even though I was only three years old, I knew she was the good guy. I planned on being her sidekick when I got older.

When Mom gave us the news that my dad had landed a gig on the show, we were speechless with joy. Our father. He had made good. Not only was he going to be on a show we could watch, he was acting with the woman (besides our mother) that we worshipped. My three sisters and I beamed with pride.

The episode was going to be filmed at Vasquez Rocks, near our mountaintop ranch by the Angeles Crest Highway.

“We can even visit the set and meet the Bionic Woman,” Mom added, laughing when she saw our faces.

When the day finally arrived, my sisters and I piled into Pegasus, our old red Volkswagen station wagon.

Our father had named Pegasus with Meagan, who was the oldest of the four girls and usually got first pick of everything- but she was also the smartest. We all agreed that it was the most beautiful possible name for our family car.

The day came when we could visit the set, and Mom shepherded us into the car. As we bounced around in the backseat; she turned on the AM radio and Willie Nelson came on,  crackling through the airwaves. We drove down the dusty mountain driveway towards Agua Dulce, the searing sun beating down on that little red wagon, a bright ladybug in a sea of beige.

Pegasus hurtled down the winding mountain road, overlooking the vast expanse of the Mojave Desert. The Three Sisters Mountains were in the distance, shimmering under the heat, blending into tones of caramel and rose under a faded denim sky.

We loved to stand up in the back – it was easier to see everything – and as Mom drove towards the set, we tumbled between the flat back of the wagon, where we would nap on soft blankets, and landed on the hot black vinyl backseat with reckless abandon, burning our asses beneath the calico prairie dresses she bought for us at Gunne Sax.

When we got to Vasquez Rocks, the ochre colored monoliths jutted into the sky- casting a shamanistic spell as they loomed over the set. I stared out the window at the purple Mexican sage bushes rippling in the dry breeze. My father had told me this was a sacred place where cowboys and Indians had lived. But today, the area was covered in trailers, lights, and action; and we started jumping up and down in the back seat as we drove over to set parking.

“We’re here! We’re here!”  Erin shouted as we jumped up to the windows and started to brush our hair. Mom turned around after she pulled over and stopped the car.

“Okay, I want you guys to be on your best behavior,” she said, serious as shit. “I know you’re excited, but remember your manners.” She smiled as she spoke to us.

“We will, Mama! We will!” We crossed our hearts and meant it. Nobody wanted to get sent back to sulk in the car, not on Bionic Woman Day.

We scampered out of the car and over to the set, looking around for my Dad.  A bellbottomed PA with long hair came up to us and led my mother to some of the other actors and director. She started chatting and laughing with them. We knew to be good, keep quiet, and stay by her until we got the okay to start wandering around and exploring. But I didn’t mind, the truth is; I loved hearing my mother have conversations. When she started speaking, she would tuck her hair behind one ear and come alive. People would start to gather around her, leaning in to hear her stories.

I looked around, and peeked out from behind her dress. People were wearing open necked shirts with huge seventies collars.

Oscar – the Bionic Woman’s boss – came up to us and scooped me up. He carried me around, and introduced me to everyone. He had on huge aviator sunglasses and smelled like spicy man’s cologne, comforting smells, because they reminded me of my Dad.

I wanted to stay and live with the Superheroes, in this world, surrounded by the magic Vasquez rocks forever.

Then, SHE arrived: The Bionic Woman. She came out of nowhere and moved in slow motion, with a serene smile, coming toward us. Before me was the woman who could fly. She and my father stood together and were smiling at the four little girls looking up at them in awe.

Golden sunlight dappled on their blonde hair, making them gleam in the sun. My father smiled at me, his bright blue eyes twinkling, in his Astronaut suit, and I knew he was a God as well.

He was so handsome. He looked like a cross between Robert Redford and Harry Hamlin, and had been Paul Newman’s stand-in on the “Hustler”.  He was hired to do all the pool shots for that movie. He was the Stage manager at Lincoln Center in the early sixties, working with the greats of the stage: Elia Kazan, Jason Robards and Harold Clurman. He loved pool halls, women, nice suits and drinking. He taught me about truth and beauty in the Arts and to always strive for it.

When I got older, he told me how he supported his acting career in New York by working part time and doing odd jobs for a crime family in New York, and that he and my mother ran a nightclub in the meat market district for a big mob guy.

One night, he got stabbed 12 times for getting into a boozy argument with his friend, a “made” man, but survived after a bum walked into the bathroom during the stabbing, saving his life. Later on, the big bosses had a sit down to discuss the incident, and decided that Dad was wrong for being disrespectful to a superior, but his murderous friend was equally wrong for stabbing an employee without any upper management approval, so both were admonished they moved on.

He also couldn’t live without an audience of adoring women, or, at least one adoring woman. So when my mom started having children, it took attention away from him, and things started to change between them.

He had famous actor friends; one of them was Dennis Hopper, who gave him role in Easy Rider, before I was born. Mom said Dad sang and performed with Warren Beatty playing the piano back east, hustling women, but I think most actors are born to hustle, one way or another.

If you ever see a Jack Nicholson movie in the 70’s, like the “Last Detail”, the bartender is usually my dad. It was a big deal when he came home from a Theatre tour. We would get dressed up and go out to an elegant restaurant, ordering elaborate meals and later dance with our feet on his shoes.

I think he finally realized he had four children and a wife to support, so he broke down got a good job using his Theatre building skills to supervise set construction at Fox Television-and brought home a regular paycheck.

He told me, when he was in his seventies, “Morgain, I was working up in the rafters on Oscar night, when I saw myself up on the screen with Jack Nicholson. He was up for an Academy Award in ‘74 for “The Last Detail”, and they used my scene as the best clip. But, we needed the money, and I had to work that night. I didn’t go to the show and I’ll never forget it.”

I tried to imagine how he felt, high up there, overlooking the luminous crowd of famous actors, directors and writers-watching his scene- then going back to work rigging or fixing something up there, back to the drudgery of his job.

After Bionic Woman Day, life slowly returned to normal, but my sisters and I couldn’t wait for the episode to air.  We bugged our mother constantly.

“Is Daddy’s show going to be on tonight?” we asked her every morning.

“No, not for a few more weeks. It takes awhile for a show to air,” she said.

At night, I stalked the magic box in the living room. I turned the heavy knob on the TV, thunking through the channels, trying to find my father. The static electricity from the screen made the blonde fuzz on my arms rise up, but I never found him flickering through the screen.

My mother came into our room one morning and finally announced:

“Tonight’s the night!”

We jumped with joy. History was about to be made; our dad was going to fight crime with the Bionic Woman.

We had a huge dinner in our dining room, which had the best view in the house, overlooking the vastness of the Mojave Desert. Our house was perched high above the basin, and everything far down in the town lights below looked so tiny. The fading evening looked like melted rainbow sherbet to my three-year old mind.

Nightfall was coming and soon the stars would be thick in the sky, almost as if we lived in space.

We all camped out on blankets in the living room, while my father and mother snuggled on the sofa. The clinking of the ice in his glass of scotch was the sound of a party and happiness.

The Bionic Woman episode was called “The Canyon of Death”; and as we sprawled around the TV on a blanket. Meagan (eight) and Katie (six) would tell me what was going on when things got confusing. My little sister Erin was only one, but she knew something was happening; jumping excitedly and shrieking whenever we shouted, “There’s Daddy!” when he showed up in a scene.

We sat there,  hypnotized by the flickering television. But wait, something wasn’t right. My father looked angry and mean, throughout the show. We quieted down and stopped cheering. He was doing something bad and the Bionic Woman was looking for him. Then we began to get it; he wasn’t her crime-fighting friend, he was trying to hurt her.

He had stolen a NASA space suit from the government, and then violently fought off the Bionic Woman before flying into the air with the help of the rocket propellers strapped to his back.

We watched in horror as the Bionic Woman flew up to meet him, tackling him and wrestling him to the ground. We looked at each other, stunned.

Our father was the bad guy.

I was torn. I was angry. How could turn on us and hurt our beloved heroine? Was he really that evil and wicked? We started shouting at the television.

“Kill him.” I heard Katie say beneath her breath.

“Kill him! ” Meagan said, a little louder.

“Yeah! Kill him,” I shouted. “Don’t let him get away!

Our parents thought our reaction was hysterical, but we were really upset; our father was Judas.

Right now all our friends had their televisions tuned into the episode and everyone was watching our Dad trying to kill the Bionic Woman

They tried to warn us before the show that he was the bad guy,  but I had kept hoping that Daddy would change his mind while he was in the episode and turn good. But it never happened.

The episode ended.

We eyed our parents on the sofa, laughing.

Declaration Of Morgain McGovern against Paul Holes & LAPD update

Here is my current case status update & declaration









#TerryRasmussen (not his real name)





My Response/Declaration Jim Clemente, Peter Clemente & Spencer Gordon’s restraining order against me



* Some parts of this are rambling but I am trying to convey what exactly transpired.This story is complex but basically I was sexually assaulted twice as a child,  in 1980 my sister and I were violently attacked right before we moved from California to New York( Birch & Steve Davis, Terry Rasmussen, Joe DeAngelo)  and then I was stalked and trafficked in 1986 when  was 12 (Ben Stein)

I believe Jim Clemente and Mark Gordon of Criminal Minds knew my child sex crimes involving Birch & Steve Davis, Terry Rasmussen, Joe DeAngelo ( 1980) and Ben Stein ( 1986) when Criminal Minds called me in out of the blue and gave me a job on the show in 2007- 2011.

I think Jim Clemente exploited me starting in 2007 when I got a phone call out of the blue  asking if I’d like to be a stand in on Criminal Minds.  I think he knew Steven Dale Davis was a serial killer in 2007 when I got the job on the show. Steve is in prison in Utah and they started collecting DNA from prisoners in the early 2000’s so I think Steve’s DNA matched to CODIS.


I don’t think it’s a coincidence that they called me out of the blue and gave me a job as a stand in and then it turns out 10 years later the FBI took over my case and it turns out my attackers from when I was six ( Steven Dale Davis, Birch Davis, Joe DeAngelo and Terry Rasmussen who were part of a criminal gang) turns out to be serial killers.

Terry Rasmussen was part of the Davis brother’s criminal gang and an accomplice to my attackers Steven Dale Davis, William Birch Davis and Joe DeAngelo. Terry also worked with Paul Otto Davis who is Birch and Steve’s father. I know for sure Steven Dale Davis attacked us but then he blindfolded us and there were other men there that night who sexually assaulted us in 1980.

Terry Rasmussen also lived with us off and on from 1980- 1983 and his crime partner was Paul “Otto” Davis, Birch & Steve Davis’s father.

When I was six my sister and I were sexually assaulted at our house in Northridge, California right before we moved back east,   by Steven Dale Davis and his accomplices William Birch Davis , Terry Rasmussen and Joe DeAngelo ( we were treated for sexual assault at Boston Children’s Hospital in December 1980 I have my records from Dr. John Graef)

My second child sex crime happened to me when I was 12 when I met Ben Stein and he proceeded to stalk me and took photos of me and asked me to sleep with him when I was in the 7th grade. Ben Stein stalked me and harassed me from ages 12-14 years old and my mother used me a bait to get money of him.

I recently found photos of children and infants tagged to Ben Stein’s facebook account an notified NCMEC and the FBI Los Angeles and also notified Jim Clemente in December 2016.

My other child sex crime story is that when I was 12 Ben Stein wrote two articles about my mother Maureen McGovern in the LA Herald Examiner and then started stalking me and paid me $50 to take photos of me by his pool in 1986. He then proceeded to stalk me after we moved from California to Connecticut and sent my mother money to fly me out to California ( she just kept the money) and then Ben Stein called me when I was in the 7th grade, age 13, and asked me to meet him in New York City and spend the weekend with him and sleep with him. I was in the 7th grade.

regarding Birch and Steve Davis ( 1980 I was sexually assaulted with my sister by Steven Dale Davis and Birch Davis and possibly Joe DeAngelo & Terry Rasmussen in May 1980 parts of the rape are blacked out and we were blindfolded ) and my other child sex crimes story about Ben Stein stalking me and trafficking me when I was 12 – 14 years old in 1986-1988

Erika Hutchcraft of the OCDA office and Linda Hernandez of the LA City Attorney’s office both told me in 2017 in writing that the FBI took over my child sex crime case.

I filed a police report in 2009 about my child sex crimes and attack ( Steven Dale Davis and his associates sexually assaulted me and my sister in May 1980 and we were both treated for the rape and attack at Boston Children’s Hospital in December 1980 by Dr. John Graef, I have my medical records documenting my throat injury from December 1980)   with LAPD Devonshire / Detective Rene January.

I filed a supplemental report in Oct 2019 in person at LAPD Devonshire and gave Officer Swihart and Officer Lopez a detailed 2 hour statement in person regarding my child sex crimes of these criminals who all associates and part of my attack ( William Birch Davis & Steven Dale Davis and their crime accomplices Joe DeAngelo & Terry Rasmussen, who worked with Paul Otto Davis  ( Birch & Steve’s father)


I, Morgain McGovern, hereby declare and state as follows; I am a pet caretaker, farmer, actor, writer and performer.


This is my statement in response to the temporary restraining order Spencer Gordon filed on behalf of his clients/employers, James T. Clemente (aka Jim Clemente, “Jim”) and Peter C. Clemente (“Peter”) on January 14th, 2019 I would like all RO’s with the Clementes & my relatives combined in one hearing if possible or the least amount of exposure to stress & trauma as possible. I am submitting my RO’s against them as my response as well as this statement and other evidence.


I submit this declaration in support of my own defense in connection with the false & defamatory statements that were made by Spencer Gordon (Gordon VS McGovern) & made towards/about me by Peter Clemente & Jim Clemente in the restraining order they filed fraudulently against me Jan 14th, 20190 after I filed restraining orders against Jim & Peter Clemente on Jan 11th, 2019.

I filed a separate against Spencer Gordon & that hearing is Feb 8 2019.

The facts set forth herein are of my personal knowledge and experiences with these people, relationships, associates, situations, legal documents & evidence, and I could and would truthfully testify if called upon as a witness.

I have RO’s filed against the Clementes & Spencer Gordon & they have filed and obtained a TRO against me, based on fraudulent information they gave to the courts in their declarations. I plan on filing RO’s against my sisters & a few of my relatives and my attackers & their relatives to get answers, safety & closure.

I’d like to combine as much as possible in one trial on Feb 1st and have attached evidence to prove that Mr. Gordon & the Clementes lied in their Declarations to obtain a fraudulent TRO against me.

I have severe anxiety and PTSD & Trauma issues & flashbacks from my assault & this new exploitation. I have been re-traumatized now by the GSK stories, Ben Stein on the media, my family’s harassment, Clemente’s lies & predatory behavior & assault, the unknown/conflicting/vague info law enforcement gave me, the exploitation, stalking, re-assault, fraud, the GSK media blitz & people trying to exploit me.


** I also found infant and toddler photos tagged to Ben Stein’s Facebook account and notified Jim Clemente and the FBI Los Angeles office in December 2016 and he said via text ” I agree it is really creepy” in response to the photos of kids tagged which I sent to him via text as proof **

Everything that’s happened to me so far in this evil story has created severe trauma & anxiety & destroyed my life. I need answers & safety. Now.
I believe Peter & Jim Clemente used my sisters as their agents to attack, defraud, harass, stalk and exploit me.
I believe they have been exploiting me and defrauding me for a long time about my child sex crimes & case status and not sure how long my family & the Clementes have known the truth about Birch & Steve Davis.

Spencer Gordon lied in his RO statement on Jan 14th. He has met me before, he stalked and harassed me at Ben Stein’s RO hearing on Nov 9 2018 with Blair Berk and another man who refused to give me his name.
I do not know who they represent or were representing at Ben Stein’s RO hearing and they refused to give me their names or a card.

Only Blair Berk gave me a card. The Sheriff’s Deputy from Judge Dordi’s courtroom was a witness.

My restraining orders against them

Peter Clemente & Jim Clemente are Feb 1st.

McGovern VS Jim Clemente 19VER000081
McGovern VS Peter Clemente 19VER000082

FEB 1 2019 8:30 AM DEPT K ROOM 710




McGovern VS Gordon 19VER000096


I submit this declaration in support of my defense concerning the assault, stalking, fraud, exploitation, harassment, intimidation, tampering and disgusting behavior of Jim Clemente, Peter Clemente & Spencer Gordon, my family, and their associates & accomplices known and unknown regarding my child sex crime cases involving William Birch Davis, Stephen Dale Davis, Joesph James DeAngelo, Alex Ewing and their associates who frequented our homes in Northridge, California. My Ben Stein child sex crimes happened later in 1986.

I believe the Clementes & XG productions used my child rape & torture & sex crime stories & personal information for their own gain & income in the Golden State Killer story.
I have attached evidence to present to the courts regarding their outrageous defamatory statements and attacks & stalking of my life and exploitation of my child sex crimes for their own gain and financial interest.

Spencer Gordon and his clients filed and were granted a temporary restraining order against me (19VER000086) based on outrageous lies they told in their declarations in their restraining order filed against me.
Their declarations in the TRO that was granted against me are incorrect, false , misleading & fraudulent. I have attached evidence.

Judge Dordi should NOT have signed this TRO against me in the first place because Spencer Gordon lied about meeting me, he has met me before.
Jim & Peter Clemente also lied in their declarations. See attached evidence.
Mr. Gordon showed up to my restraining order hearing & harassed me at Ben Stein’s RO hearing with Blair Berk and another man who refused to give me his name so I nicknamed him “Mr Tight Pants”
They were in the courtroom on Nov 9th 2018 and I documented it verbally with Judge Dordi then, will get the transcripts for evidence.

Mr. Gordon states in his RO against me that he fears violence and this was AFTER he harassed ME repeatedly all that morning. I had to block him to stop him from harassing me. I have attached the texts and you can see the timeline.

Spencer Gordon’s behavior scares me.

I want a restraining order against him, the Clementes, all three of them.
I also a few restraining orders against my relatives and my three sisters. I will file those separately but I believe they all associate together I am not sure.

They are acting & acted towards me in a behavior that is predatory and scary towards me and I don’t want any of these people in my life or exploiting my child sex crime stories for their own gain.

I never want to see or hear from any of these people again except when I taking legal action against them for their fraud and assault through a lawyer.
I do plan on suing them, my family, a few media companies & publishers & some of their associates.

I have to speak with some lawyers after I get legal answers and I find out where Birch & Steve are and what’s going on with my cases. My main concern right now is getting safety & answers and closures in my child sex crime & stalking cases.
I think I found Steve Davis in prison in Utah. I don’t know where Birch Davis is or the Glasby brothers are. And they had friends.
I think Peter Clemente is currently in the FBI and we he is doing and did to me is illegal. I’m a direct child rape and torture and stalking victim. His behavior is scary I want a permanent restraining order against him. What my sisters are doing is scary. I don’t want them near me or in my life.
I will attach the evidence of the calls that started Monday morning at 7:59 am from Spencer Gordon to me where we agreed to meet at the courthouse and the original tone of the texts and phone calls.
He then later when he stalked ME & finally had to block him. He continued to harass me after I told him to stop so I blocked him.
I tried at first to meet him at the courthouse as agreed to try to resolve this issue of the truth & current status of my child sex crime case.
He and his employers & associates & my family and some media companies are exploiting my child rape & torture story and info I gave them, & my child sex crimes & recent police reports I filed, for their own gain and profit.
Their repeated attacks & assault and harassment and violations towards me & my privacy & life & rights has made my life a living nightmare & every day is wracked with fear and worry & I still don’t know what’s going on with my cases or who is in charge and what is the status & where my attackers & their accomplices and associates are. My sisters & law enforcement have lied to me repeatedly. For almost a decade now.
I am a direct victim of Birch & Steve Davis, Joe DeAngelo in around 1978-1980. I have a hospital record from 1980 & my sister was documented as being raped & I was in the bed with her at the same time. I was sexually assaulted & tortured as well. Later on, I was stalked by someone from 2007-2017 and another separate child sex crime and stalking committed by Ben Stein towards me when I was 12-14 years old.
Recently I believe Jim Clemente & his associates have plotted to exploit me and my child story and life story in general for their own gain. I believe my sisters teamed up with him to defraud me over my father and possibly my mother’s estates. I plan to seek legal action in probate court over my parent’s estates and their rights too.
I originally came to Jim Clemente in 2011 when I still worked on Criminal Minds and needed people to give me quotes for my book and feedback. He started giving me legal advice around 2014 when I told him about Ben Stein & Birch & Steve when he told me he’d report it to the FBI again then on a consistent basis in 2016 when I came back to him and asked him about Ben Stein & Birch & Steve and adopted Peter Clemente’s cat.
I had already worked on the show for four years 2007-2011 and did not want to work on the show anymore. I considered it a day job & the content of the show scared me and so I was not happy there. I worked at a restaurant part time and later on did catering because the pay I received on criminal minds was a stand in pay and it’s more like a daily contract gig and not considered long term and you have no contract with the show. A stand in is like an extra and can be fired at any time.
He gave me a quote for my book in 2011 when I sent him all of this information and he said he would like to read it and all of my life work and story was in this book proposal and I trusted him with it. I was not asked back on the show because I missed the last two weeks of the season because I was with family & working on my book & didn’t know I was in danger of being fired.
I got a school credit working on Criminal Minds and Erica Messer the showrunner approved it. I thought I was in good standing in the show & had never been disciplined except for asking for more work and being too “chatty”. I’m an actor not a stand in so it was not a good job for me and the content was really gruesome and I started having flashbacks of my own trauma. So it was a good thing but unexpected.
I don’t think I had contact with him from 2011- 2014 except we were friends on facebook I think.
I called him again in 2014 when the Bill Cosby scandal broke and trusted him with my child sex crime issues in 2014 but now I realize they must’ve known the entire time.
I realized I was in an episode based on the Ear/Ons/Gsk in 2008 and they played a sick joke on me when they gave me a speaking part that was cut in an episode called “ Catching Out” that was based on the Golden State Killer. I also believe at some point in this time or later, Jim Clemente gave my information to Michelle McNamara & Patton Oswalt and they used it for her book “I’ll Be Gone In The Dark”.
I was a stand in for four years on Criminal Minds. I think they’ve known about Birch & Steve & Ben Stein since before they called me in to work on the show in 2007. I think it’s a sick joke and my life has been completely destroyed by this evil behavior.
I’ve attached evidence & my numerous police reports to support my claims and emails from various law enforcement agencies, state sponsored victims advocate groups & personnel regarding the status of my case.
I have evidence against Jim Clemente, Peter Clemente, Spencer Gordon and their associates which constitutes harassment, fraud, stalking & exploitation and what I believe is criminal and violated criminal and civil law.
I demand that the temporary restraining order be dropped today because the statements that Jim Clemente, Peter Clemente & Spencer Gordon made about me are complete lies and defamatory and abusive and I have attached evidence to prove so.
I still don’t know where his brother Birch is or the Glasby brothers, who were our pool men and I believe are also be criminals. I am filing restraining orders against my rapist and his accomplices also on Tuesday, Jan 21st.
I believe I found my rapist and his name is Steven Dale Davis and he’s in prison in Draper, Utah. Erika Hutchcraft told me it was not my guy and my attacker Steve Davis was dead.

I’m filing restraining orders against some of my relatives/ sisters who I believe may have participated in criminal activity and committed crimes against me as well as teamed up with the Clementes & Spencer Gordon & XG Productions to defraud & exploit me.
They filed this restraining order against me AFTER I filed a restraining order against Jim and Peter Clemente on Jan 11th, 2019 for their disgusting, exploitative and damaging behavior towards me that I believe constitutes & violates civil and criminal law.
I can & will establish the required elements against Spencer Gordon, Jim Clemente & Peter Clemente to the courts that proves they deliberately lied about me & my allegations to them in their statements in RO 19VER000086
My allegations against them are completely true and I have records from law enforcement & other state agencies regarding my attacks as a victim/witness in the Golden State Killer case & I have several case numbers & police reports regarding my child rape and torture and child sex crimes.

They have demonstrated towards me and my life an unwavering desire to attack, defraud, stalk, exploit & violate me & my life and exploit my child sex crime story for their income/pecuniary gain.

I also believe they used my sisters & relatives as agents to deliberately mislead, tamper, intimidate, harass & exploit me and my child sex crime cases involving William Birch Davis, Stephen Dale Davis, Joe DeAngelo, their associates & separate child sex crime committed against me by Ben Stein. . See attached.

I have evidence of emails and texts that they lied in their Declarations in the RO filed against me (Case No. : 19VER000086) They lied about a few things in their Declarations to obtain this RO against me. I had already filed one against both brothers on Friday Jan 11th and they did not file an RO against me until Monday Jan 14th after I had already filed against them.

I do not feel safe from the Clementes and believe if they would exploit me this way, and lie so blatantly about their role in this,
they would commit violence against me.

Which is why I filed the RO’s against them first, and recommended to me by
Det Karen Widman at the Van Nuys LAPD in Dec 2017
See attached evidence and email from Detective Karen Widman at the Van Nuys LAPD Dec 2017 when I reported the Clementes to her.

I wasn’t aware of the depth & scope & trauma from this treachery and illegal behavior until recently, I have been trying to cope with extreme PTSD, plus the actual attacks by my relatives, the Clementes and their associates who assist them in exploiting my child gang rape & torture by Birch & Steve Davis & their accomplices.

My statements are not “wild and fanciful conspiracy theories”, per Jim Clemente.

They are based on facts & evidence from the Los Angeles District Attorney, Paul Belli, the OCDA, Linda Hernandez at LA City, Cal VCB Board, the Ombudsman from the FOIA office & there is now a new LAPD internal investigation.

My email was also hacked in March 2018 there there is an active investigation into that. See attached police reports. See attached law enforcement reports, letters and evidence from various agencies.

I have evidence both Clemente’s lied in their declarations about me regarding previous emails & communications I had with both of them regarding Birch & Steve Davis & Ben Stein & the baby/kids photos I found.

Both Clementes & Spencer Gordon lied in their declarations to obtain a fraudulent TRO against me on Jan 14th 2019.

Jim Clemente was giving me legal, personal and personal advice & for years starting in 2011 when I still worked on the show and he endorsed my book and I used his quote on my blog and also emailed my literary agent his quote & info for fact checking. See attached evidence.

I didn’t have any interaction with Peter Clemente at all, ever until about May 2016 when I was making arrangements with he and Jim & his son to pick up the cat.

Over a year later, after the FBI took over my child gang rape and torture case,
I contacted Peter Clemente in July 2017 a year later to ask him what was going on and I thought his brother was corrupt.

I emailed him and asked him was was going on and if he was in the FBI and if he could help me because I was really upset & freaked out and not sure what was going on. I still don’t really know.

I emailed him the Ben Stein photos I found and the info regarding Birch & Steve and what OCDA Erika Hutchcraft told me.

*See attached emails and texts regarding my experiences over the span of 6 years with Jim Clemente giving me personal, professional and legal advice and a personal friendship/ and later on Peter Clemente I was introduced to via email to make arrangements for his cat.

In May 2016
adopted the cat from Peter & Jim was handling the scheduling pick up times, I asked them to come to my house & drop him off.
But ending up picking the cat up from his son at a Van Nuys office in May 2016.

At some point around March 2017
I began to realize Jim Clemente & his associates defrauded and exploited me and my child sex crimes. I began to realize that I had no real closure on Steve Davis and I didn’t know where Birch Davis was or if he was really his brother and did not feel safe. I didn’t really trust Jim Clemente or was not sure if he had any ulterior motives but since was was a retired FBI agent, I thought they had a code and never thought he would exploit, attack, stalk and defraud me like he did.

I think he also used my relatives and sisters as his agents to assault, stalk, intimidate, defraud
mislead me.

In June 2017
I was told by Erika Hutchcraft at the OCDA office in writing, several times, or led to believe, I am connected to the “Golden State Killer” case and Joseph James DeAngelo.
Joseph James DeAngelo was at my home in 1979-1980 several times and was friends with my rapists Birch & Steve Davis and the Glasby Brothers were also their friends and our pool guys. They had other accomplices but I do no know what their names are or how to locate them

Peter Clemente Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Notification and detailed timeline

July 2017
July 26th, 2017
I emailed Peter Clemente about Ben Stein Birch & Steve Davis, Jim’s corruption Fox news & he replied. See evidence & his email reply.
I emailed Peter Clemente the Ben Stein baby infant & kids photos as well in 2017 and he emailed me and told me his brother was a hero.
I asked Peter Clemente in July 2017 if he was in the FBI and to help me or direct me to the right person and sent him 7 emails, which Jim Clemente confirms in an email as well on July 27 2017.
See his attached emails from 2016 & July 2017 as evidence. See attached emails & texts from Peter & Jim Clemente 2011-2017 regarding Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis This is a reply from Peter Clemente in 2017, a year after I adopted his cat. He denied his brother was doing anything wrong.

Current- January 11 2019-

Peter Clemente stated in his fraudulent restraining order filed against me that…

“ I have never received written communications from Ms. McGovern, nor have I ever written to Ms.McGovern. Likewise, we have never had communications by way of telephone, e-mails or text messaging.” ….

“ That was the only interaction with Ms. McGovern in my life.”

This is a complete lie and I have attached emails as evidence and proof.

My case number is 1786-07980
per OC District Attorney Erika Hutchcraft
Her case is the
Golden State Killer case
Attached are also the numerous police reports I’ve filed trying to find closure and safety regarding Birch & Steve Davis and Ben Stein. See attached evidence
GSK case

Some of these men were part of my child rape and torture with my sister Katie around May 1980 when I was six years old.
We reported our rape in 1980 to Boston Children’s hospital. I reported them again in 1988. See attached evidence & my hospital record from Dec 16th, 1980. I reported my rape to them.

Police reports;
I am a child rape and torture victim and survivor and also am a victim of recent stalking (see 2009, 2010, 2016 & 2017 LAPD police reports and law enforcement responses) My email was hacked in March 2018 so there is an active LAPD investigation into that .
There is also a current LAPD internal investigation regarding my botched LAPD Devonshire 2009 /1980 child rape report I made to LAPD Devonshire & Birch’s escape & ID’ing the wrong Steve Davis.
See attached letter from LAPD internal affairs on Jan 11 2019
I’ve attached case numbers for the numerous police reports I’ve filed regarding my child sex crimes and then being stalked from 2007-2017 from an unknown man or persons.

2011 Criminal Minds Job/ Jim Clemente

Jim Clemente personal relationship/ friendship/ legal advice/ endorsement-quote for book May 2011
Jim Clemente from Criminal Minds endorsed my book/gave me a quote for my book right before I got laid off/terminated in May 2011 and they still invited me to the work party at the Huntley hotel in Santa Monica, I did not go. I remained friends with Liz Kay Graham from the show & we had a personal friendship for years.
I was employed on the show from July 2007- July 2011 I think is when they called me to fire me.
I reported these men to Jim Clemente in 2011 via my book proposal ( my entire life story and outline and ideas) when he gave me a quote for my book in May 2011 and later directly in Nov 2014 when he started giving me legal and personal advice regarding my child sex crimes involving Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis.
He presented himself as a victims advocate to me and also as a supporter of my book when he gave me a quote in May 2011 to give to my literary agent, Jill Marr.

My personal friendship/ association started with Jim Clemente in
May 2011, when I was still employed on Criminal Minds.
It ended in March 2017.

Kirsten Vangsness & other co-workers from the show gave me a quote for my book too.

I was told I was fired/laid off from Criminal Minds because I was not happy there and did not seem enthusiastic about my job. Which was true. I did not like working there anymore. I did learn a lot but I was done with working on the show and wanted something else.

Criminal Minds Work History/ School Credit
I was given a role (one line on CM, which was cut, and a few years later a production assistant credit on Criminal Minds.

Around 2010- 2011 I also received a school credit for classes through Criminal Minds which Erica Messer approved and “Coach” filled out my school paperwork for the credit
– LA Valley college school credit through Criminal Minds. See evidence

So I believed I was in good standing on the show. I did not like working there due to the graphic nature of the show and it brought up my own trauma and rape and stalking.

After they called me & told me I wasn’t coming back, I believe Jim Clemente sent me an encouraging email in 2011. I don’t believe I had any contact with him again until 2014.

I think we were friends on Facebook but not direct contact until 2014 when I told him the Ben Stein & Birch & Steve story.
Jim Clemente told me to blog about Birch & Steve and to “let the world know”
see attached text/ email records. Nov 2014. I told him Steve Davis kidnapped a baby. It’s in writing.

In 2014
I called & emailed, spoke and texted to Jim Clemente on the phone about Birch & Steve Davis and Ben Stein.
I thought he would report them and didn’t realize the depth and scope of the crimes and think I was in denial.
And had no support from my family. Ever. I went to the police stations alone and had very low/no contact with them because of their abusive and sick behavior patterns.
See attached emails and texts regarding Birch & Steve Davis and Ben Stein when I reported them to Jim Clemente in Nov 2014.

Nov 2014 Thanksgiving weekend.
That same weekend or possibly the same day,
I also asked my sisters via text to call Jim Clemente & report them and my sister Katie told me she reported Birch & Steve Davis to Meagan’s law that day.

I told them Jim was the head of the FBI and he would take their info. I don’t really know how it works but I wanted my sisters to help confirm the story and help me get closure because I didn’t feel safe.

See attached evidence from my sisters and Jim Clemente, Nov 2014.

Book signing
The Den
July 2015

I was invited to his book signing at “The Den” in Los Angeles in June 2015
by Liz Kay Graham a mutual co-worker from Criminal Minds. She asked me to go to Jim Clemente’s book signing to pick up a copy of his book for her. Four years after I was fired from Criminal Minds.
Sometime around or in July 2015 Liz Kay Graham texted me and asked me to pick up a book from Jim Clemente at his book signing because she was unable to go and so I went to support him and his book signing. I was invited. and I purchased two books.

See Attached evidence of purchased book and flattering inscription from Jim Clemente.
He had already publicly endorsed my book and listened to my Birch & Steve & Ben Stein story in 2014 so by July 2015 at the book signing.
I thought we were friends & he was a victim’s advocate & in law enforcement.
I also told him about my literary agent dropping me at the July 2015 book signing because she said there were “discrepencies” in my story. Meaning that there was some sort of talk that my story wasn’t true.
This was almost a year after he told me he’d report Birch & Steve Davis and Ben Stein to the FBI in Nov 2014.

We had a somewhat friendship & I thought he was a victim’s advocate.
I emailed Jim Clemente AGAIN in August 2015 to follow up on Birch And Steve Davis and see if he could help me find them & I told him I was trying to find them.
Jim Clemente blew me off again & said he didn’t have access to the databases.

See attached evidence facebook emails

March 2018 Subpoenas
I first tried to resolve this issue by serving Spencer Gordon and Jim Clemente & Peter Clemente to his father’s Woodland Hills office address in order to get answers and closure on William Birch Davis, when I filed his RO in March 2018 trying to find him.

The Sheriff spoke to his father. See attached evidence/ attempt to serve subpoenas to Jim & Peter Clemente & Spencer Gordon.

I have also previously also filed a restraining order against Jim Clemente
(Case No.: 18VER001715) which was dismissed without prejudice
because I was unable to locate him/serve him and was sick from trauma he and his associates caused my life with their predatory scary behavior, stalking and assault.

See attached copy of attempt to serve Jim Clemente at Brynhurst ave.

I have since refiled the RO against him & used his work address., “X-G Productions”. I also filed new RO’s against Spencer Gordon & Peter Clemente which have been presented to the L.A Sheriff to serve them at XG Productions.
See attached copy & evidence of subpoenas in attempt to serve Spencer Gordon, Peter Clement & Jim Clemente to come to Birch Davis’s RO hearing in March 2018.

January 11th, 2019
I filed restraining orders against Peter Clemente & Jim Clemente and their RO numbers are 19VER000081 (Jim Clemente, McGovern VS Clemente) and 19VER000082 (Peter Clemente, McGovern Vs Clemente)

I emailed my sisters and told them I was filing RO’s against them as well and gave them an ex parte notice.
I emailed Spencer Gordon and ex parte notice and told him I wanted to file a TRO against Peter & Jim Clemente.

Jan 14th 2019
Spencer Gordon called me Monday morning see attached texts.
I was having severe stress panic attacks and told him I would file on Tuesday against him and to meet me at the courthouse Tuesday. See attached texts.
I told Spencer Gordon in writing on Monday, January 14th at 8am that I also planned on filing a restraining order against him for stalking and harassment and exploitation and sent him an ex-parte notice that morning at 8am (see attached)

I agreed to come to court asap Monday and met him at the Van Nuys Clerks office to discuss my issues with their exploitation and he completely denied my claims had any validity. I asked him if he was the person at Ben Stein’s RO hearing and he said you know who I am and led me to believe he was representing Jim Clemente at Ben Stein’s RO hearing which is harassment.
so I left and filed Jim Clemente’s RO to the Sheriff on Jan 14th, 2019. He also admitted to stalking me at Ben Stein’s RO hearing on Nov 9th, 2018 with Blair Berk when he posed at legal consul for Ben Stein.

Mr. Gordon continually stalked, harassed and assaulted me that morning via texts until I blocked his number, after repeatedly telling him to stop contacting me & we would work everything out in front of a judge, under oath.

Spencer Gordon stalked me at Ben Stein’s RO hearing, on Nov 9th, 2018 with another man who refused to give me his name. Spencer Gordon presented himself to me with Blair Berk (Ben Stein’s lawyer) in front of a Sheriff’s deputy as a witness and refused to give him his name when I asked him several times. * Subpoena/ask Sheriff Deputy and Fridaus Dordi for statements and also get a copy of the Ben Stein restraining order hearing transcripts from 11/9/2018

I also addressed to the courts and judge the same day during Ben Stein’s RO hearing that Spencer Gordon was in the courtroom and refused to give me his name, as well as the other man who was with him who presented himself as Ben Stein’s legal consul.


After I left the courthouse to file Peter & Jim Clemente’s RO’s to serve them,
Spencer Gordon then filed a temporary restraining order against me on January 14th, 2019 on behalf of himself and his “clients”, Peter & Jim Clemente
who are also his employers and were since before any of these issues came up.

I think he worked for them from 2011-2017 when Jim Clemente was still giving me legal & personal life advice and I thought Jim & Peter Clemente were my friends and victim’s advocates.

See attached stalking harassing texts as evidence.


Their behavior towards me consists of fraud, intentional misrepresentation, fraudulent or misleading legal advice regarding my child sex crimes & rape and torture, defamation, intentional interference with contractual relations
(my agent Jill Marr, I think she was working with Patton Oswalt to mislead me, see attached email) and intentional interference with prospective economic damage, to name a few.

Peter, Jim & Spencer’s statements and declarations to the courts about me, my life
and my child sex crime cases. Their behavior & actions & statements towards me has been misleading and without merit and their disgusting, abusive & exploitative behavior and assault/stalking has caused permanent damage to my health and life.
I will never recover from their assault and fraud and deception and wrongful behavior.
They are defamatory per se in that they depict me as engaging in activity that violates civil and criminal law, when they are the ones who attacked & exploited me and my brutal child rape & torture story for their income. I believe they used my personal information I gave them about Birch & Steve Davis and Ben Stein for their own gain.
I am a direct victim/witness in my child sex crime cases and my attackers are William Birch Davis, Stephen Dale Davis, Joe DeAngelo and their associates.
William Birch Davis & Stephen Dale Davis are criminals and was told my law enforcement agencies that the FBI took over my child rape case and there is an active investigation. (see attached evidence)
I believe Peter Clemente is still an FBI agent and violated my rights as a child rape and torture victim. I believe he used my information to supplement his income as COO of X-G Productions (“X-G”) a media production company co-founded by he and his brothers, Jim & Tim Clemente, who are both retired FBI agents and are now writers, producers & hosts of television programming.

I have attached the emails & communications to/from sent to Peter Clemente in 2016 and 2017 regarding the adoption of his cat to me and then over a year later, after OCDA Erika Hutchcraft told me that the FBI took over my child gang rape and torture case involving Birch & Steve Davis, and that her case was the Golden State Killer murder case.

I was told by Orange County District Attorney ( “OCDA”) Erika Hutchcraft that there is an active criminal investigation regarding my child rape and torture and also have FOIA letters, a letter from the Ombudsman and a current internal investigation with the LAPD regarding Detective Rene January. She is the detective I met with when I originally filed a police report about my rape in 2009 at LAPD Devonshire.
I also have a letter from John Morris at the Los Angeles District Attorney’s office stating that the OCDA filed criminal sexual assault charges against one of my attackers but did not name them. (* See attached emails and evidence)
I also reported my child rape and torture and child sex crimes to Boston Children’s Hospital in 1980 and again to Lawrence J Peacock, a guidance consoler at
Tomlinson Middle School in Spring of 1988, where they legally documented my report.
I am seeking to get a deposition from Mr. Peacock about reporting my assault & Ben Stein to him in 1988 at my school and my sisters and sister Nora was also a witness to this (see attached texts) when I reported these child sex crimes in 1988 to Mr. Peacock at Tomlinson Middle School, Fairfield, CT.

See attached emails and evidence from my sisters & other witnesses who met Ben Stein when he did an article about my family in 1986 in Los Angeles and later on were witnesses to Ben Stein stalking me and attempted rape & me reporting it to my school in 1988.
See attached texts and evidence.

Spencer Gordon
November 2018- Ben Stein lied about not knowing me or having ever met me in his statement & I am re-filing a restraining order because of the lie he told at his restraining order hearing on Nov 9, 2018 that he did not bother to show up for. Ben Stein does know me and has met me and took photos of me & tried to rape me in the 7th grade. He sent his lawyers Blair Berk, Spencer Gordon & an unknown man to his RO hearing.

Spencer Gordon and the unknown man refused to give me their names. Mr. Gordon admitted to me on Jan 14th in the clerks office he was at Ben Stein’s RO hearing.
There was a Sheriff’s deputy in Fridaus Dordi’s courtroom was was a witness to us in the hall on Nov 9 2018 at the Van Nuys Superior court outside in the hall of the courtroom. I’ll ask him for a statement.
Spencer Gordon lied in his RO statement on January 11th.
“I have never personally met Ms.McGovern, been in any private situation, personal relationship or domestic relationship whatsoever with Ms. McGovern.”
He met me that morning, January 11th 2019 at the Van Nuys courthouse and also met me in person, at Ben Stein’s RO hearing on Nov 9th, 2018 when he was stalking me and harassing me at Ben Stein’s RO hearing.
He presented himself as a lawyer for Ben Stein against me, with his associate Blair Berk and another man who refused to give me his name.

Jim Clemente

Jim Clemente in his restraining order to me states;
“ I have never been in any personal relationship, domestic relationship or private situation whatsoever with Ms. McGovern.”
This is a completely false statement.
He was giving me legal and personal private advice regarding Ben Stein & Birch and Steve Davis for YEARS starting in 2011.
Starting in 2011-he gave me a quote for my book when I got a literary agent and then in 2014 I began a private relationship/friendship with Jim Clemente because he presented himself as a victims advocate to me regarding Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis and how to report my child sex crimes and get closure.
I also reported to him all of the infant and toddler photos I found tagged to Ben Stein’s facebook account and he was giving me legal and personal advice in emails and via text.
See attached evidence from 2011-2017 regarding my personal relationship regarding the cat photos I sent him to update his old family, personal and professional/legal advice regarding Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis.
His statements in his RO are false and defamatory towards me. He told me NOT report Steve Davis to the LAPD when I reported Ben Stein in June 2016 because my child rape story was “boring”. Throughout this time I was texting him photos of the cat I adopted so he could update his family.
I also texted him a few weeks after I filed a police report about Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis because I thought Birch & Steve Davis might be the Golden State Killers because of what I remembered about the Bull tattoo on Steve’s left forearm and he told me that his friend Michelle McNamara “died in her sleep” and that I may have “solved the case” He told me that I may have “solved the case” in June 2016 but I do not have a copy of that text.

Later on in July 2016, the Sacramento Sheriff Paul Belli & LAPD Devonshire cleared Steve Davis but I wasn’t sure they had the right guy and emailed them,
see attached evidence.
and already was suffering from trauma and PTSD from the Ben Stein issue & dealing with the child sex crime trauma that came up.
I sent Jim Clemente in several emails (June 2016 about August 2016) asking him for help with this because I wasn’t sure if I identified the right men in 2016 at LAPD Devonshire when they showed me a photo of a man named Steve Davis that my sisters helped me identify in 2009.
He blew me off so I thought they were cleared and the cops had already cleared him but I was uneasy and tried to focus on the Ben Stein case and get closure for that. My sisters helped me identify the wrong Steve Davis in 2009 and in 2016 when I realized they might be the Golden State Killers, Jim Clemente blew me off and I reached out to Francey Hakes instead, and she blew me off.
My sisters also were no help whatsoever and had no interest in helping me with the police or providing statements or any kind of encouragement or support.
I also emailed the detectives who cleared Steve Davis and told them I wasn’t sure if I had ID’s the right guy and he had a brother named Birch & a blind sister named Blair.
Around this time, my old agent Jill Marr of the Sandra Dijsktra literary agency emailed me and said a semi famous comedian was looking for help writing with a “transcribing opportuinity” I believe it was Patton Oswalt.
See attached evidence Jill Marr
I did not find out the real names of my attackers until Erika Hutchcraft gave me their real identities in June 2017 when I was referred to her by Michelle Cruz, who I found online looking for people in the GSK case who could help me rule them out.
At this time Jim Clemente was doing his first “CrimeCon” convention in May 2017 and I didn’t believe truly that my attackers were connected because I thought Jim Clemente had also cleared them in 2014-2017 when I kept asking him for help.
See Attached emails and evidence.
The man who sexually assaulted me is named Stephen Dale Davis and he’s in prison in Utah. I am also filing a restraining order against him today and his associates who helped participate in my rape and my sister’s rape. Erika Hutchcraft told me my rapist Steve Davis was dead in June 2017 and I believed her. I emailed her a photo of Steven Dale Davis of Utah in prison and she told me that was not my rapist. I believe she lied to me.
I was six years old when I was raped and tortured with my sister Katie McGovern so parts of my rape are blacked out but I think other people were there in our room at the time of our assault and may have photographed or participated in our rape and torture around May 1980 in Northridge California.
I was told the FBI took over my child rape case and my attackers are possible serial killers and/or connected to the “Golden State Killer” Case involving Joseph James DeAngelo and they had other criminal associates who were friends of theirs who visited our house on several occasions. Birch & Steve Davis lived in our garage.
I am also a victim and survivor of Ben Stein who sexually exploited me, stalked me and attempted to rape me in the 7th grade and traffick me across state lines for sex when I was 12 and 13 years old.

July 26 2017-
Peter Clemente
replied with my email about his brother, who I accused of fraudulent and abusive behavior,
and he assured me that his brother Jim Clemente was a hero. See attached evidence.
After Erika Hutchcraft at the OCDA gave me Birch & Steve’s identifying info in June of 2017,
I emailed a letter to Peter Clemente on July 26 2017
and asked him if he was covering for Ben Stein too and about his corrupt brother.
I sent Peter Clemente copies of the infant and toddler photos I found along with information about Birch & Steve Davis and asked him if he was in the FBI and what was going on and that I thought his brother was corrupt and had exploited me & covered for Ben Stein.
He never acknowledged Birch or Steve Davis or Ben Stein directly or any of my claims.
He never acknowledged if he was currently an FBI agent or a retired FBI agent.
My allegations towards Jim & Peter Clemente & Spencer Gordon are not “conspiracy theories” and I have the police reports and letters from the FBI/FOIA office and various law enforcement agencies confirming there is an active investigation and the OCDA filed charges against one of my rapists.

They have completely robbed me of justice and dignity in my child rape story and I believe Spencer Gordon should be disbarred and Jim Clemente & Peter Clemente put in prison for exploiting me and attacking me. They used my child rape information and life story and gave my information to Michelle McNamara & Paul Holes for her book “I’ll Be Gone In The Dark”
I will also be giving any evidence I have, and a copy of this letter to Joe DeAngelo, Steven Dale Davis, Bruce Davis & Alex Ewing in their RO papers,
because they are related to my child sex crime case that Jim Clemente, Peter Clemente, Spencer Gordon and their associates exploited for their income.

January 27st, 2019
I declare under penalty of perjury under the laws of the Sate of California that the foregoing Declaration is true and correct..

Morgain McGovern

Letter to Superior Court Judge, Ben Stein, Jim Clemente, Birch and Steve Davis, including Al Franken, Chuck Grassley, Scaramucci




Received a few letters after long ordeal at the Van Nuys courthouse filing RO against Birch Davis.

Still do not know where Birch & Steve Davis are.

Still don’t know if the infants and toddlers and kids in the Ben Stein photos are okay.

Received letter from Los Angeles District Attorney’s office John Morris stating that the Orange County DA filed Criminal sexual assault charges against the suspect but I do not know if it’s for Birch or Steve Davis or both or what is going on or if I even have a case.

LA DA Office WEB COPY EDit Letter John Morris OCDA filed sexual assault charges


Received two FOIA letters (below) that I filed to try to get some answers.

one for myself telling me I am part of an investigation, and the other one on Ben Stein, ET AL (which may mean Birch & Steve Davis) and you can read it.

Going to Santa Monica courthouse to re-file RO’s and update against new people in this story who tried to defraud me ( my sisters and Jim Clemente and I think over my father’s estate) and will update later.

Heatwave in Los Angeles, about 110 outside, like when you open the oven door on Thanksgiving.


FBI FOIA letter WEB COPY Morgain Mcgovern Investigation


FBI FOIA letter Morgain Mcgovern page 2Investigation



Ben Stein FOIA Web Copy


February 13, 2018
From Morgain McGovern
Letter to CA Superior Courts & Judge,

My FBI Case number regarding Birch & Steve Davis,
per DA Erika Hutchcraft is 1786-07980 (See attached emails)

















LA DA Office WEB COPY EDit Letter John Morris OCDA filed sexual assault charges













Letters from City Attorney’s office Linda Hernandez referring me to the FBI


My CAL VCB application confirmed with Birch & Steve Davis on it contact & confirmation of pending approval
(contact: Arlene Kilson & Miguel Trejo) is attached



Request for info &
Civil Harassment Restraining orders
William Birch Davis, Jim Clemente, Francey Hakes & “Kat Winters” (Real ID of ‘Kat Winters’ is unknown to me)

Possibly will require an RO against Ali Wolf of Fox News 40, if Jim Clemente is related to her

Possibly will require an RO against Mike Morford, if he is working with Jim Clemente & Kat Winters & using my child rape information for his “Criminology Podcast” and personally profiting at “Crime Con” Nashville May 4-6th

The Media exploitation, police negligence, information, timeline & links to all persons known to be involved are on the last page of this statement.

If Birch & Steve are serial killers & Birch Davis is alive, they are giving him a defense that he doesn’t have a right to a fair trial.

The people included in this statement are destroying my right
to justice. They’re intimidating me &filing me with terror & dread & causing enormous amount of new pain, along with the terror & flashbacks & damage I am already trying to heal from after discovering this info in June 2017.

I want to see William Birch Davis face the courts & prison time for his actions of being a crime partner to Steven Brett Davis.

Birch Davis was an accomplice to his brother’s horrific violent attack & rape and torture of myself (aged 6) and another child (aged 8) that violated us to the point of near death but we fought our way back & I don’t think will ever fully heal from.

Feb 13 2018

Dear Judge & California Superior Court,

Thank you for hearing me today.

I am in an enormous amount of distress physically & emotionally regarding my child sex crimes & info I received from DA Hutchcraft, Linda Hernandez at LA City Attorney’s office & the CAL VCB Board & various people giving me conflicting information about my attackers & the FBI taking over my case because Birch & Steve Davis are suspects in the Golden State Killer case. (See attached emails from DA Hutchcraft)

The people who are exploiting me & intimidating me are promoting the GSK Case & they know the DNA answer & that Birch & Steve are possibly the GSK and/or connected to the GSK case **UPDATE ( I sill do not have any DNA answer on either of them yet, as of today May 4th)  not giving me an answer after I told them an enormous amount of personal information in order to clear them & they are exploiting me and using my horrific crime for their own personal gain and profit.

Jim Clemente & his accomplices/relatives also tried to silence & intimidate me with; coercive control, a Cease & Desist letter via Spencer Gordon (Peter Clemente’s (Curent FBI Agent?) used his employee at Domani Ventures Inc. to send me the letter) & wrongful behavior listed in details in this statement. I also adopted Peter Clemente’s cat & had a friendship w/Clemente starting in 2011 when he gave me a quote & encouragement for my book after working with him on Criminal Minds from 2007-2011 as Garcia’s stand in.

Francey Hakes abused & defamed me on Twitter first in Oct 2017.
(See attached evidence re:Ben Stein/Davis bros/gsk emails & statements 2016-2017)

Kat Winters is exploiting me with Jim Clemente & Mike Morford and others.

I am asking you and the courts for protection & help and to stop all persons in this statement & all media involved from Witness-Victim intimidation, tampering and exploiting my horrific child rape story for their own profit and gain.

I have been forced to go public with this story in order to find my attackers, expose law enforcement corruption & negligence & the extreme public danger that Birch Davis and Ben Stein are.

I think Jim Clemente is a public danger and shouldn’t be anywhere near victims or survivors of violent crime. His accomplices & the media outlets who participated sicken me. His negligence & coercive control destroyed my life & led to the FBI taking over my two police reports that I filed in 2009 & 2016 with the LAPD.

I’m first requesting an RO today against William Birch Davis. I need his location and a DNA answer immediately.

I believe the people in my statement have engaged in criminal activity ranging from murder & rape (Birch & Steve Davis, per DA Hutchcraft’s emails) to felony conspiracy witness tampering and intimidation (Jim Clemente & his accomplices & media, see attached evidence)

Jim Clemente’s behavior & Cease & Desist order along with the various accomplices & media outlets he’s used to exploit my horrific child rape story has caused complete destruction of my life & I am currently seeking medical care immediately to take care of my metal and physical health because these turn of events have destroyed both.
I believe Jim Clemente also contacted my estranged relatives recently & used them to intimidate me, harass me and tell me false info.

In 2017 District Attorney Erika Hutchcraft confirmed (See attached email) that he is abusive and demeaning towards women see attached email & several reports of his behavior are documented on his podcast reviews on iTunes and various similar reviews podcast sites that host his podcast.

I would like to document the exploitation, conspiracy witness intimidation & witness tampering by Jim Clemente & his accomplices listed & media outlets who used fraudulent means to get privileged information out of me & then use it to promote their books, podcasts & true crime conventions for their own personal gain.

I am asking the courts for protection from these people & to use your best discretion as I am not sure of what my rights to privacy & protection are.

In December 2017 the FBI operator told me my child rape case had been transferred to FBI Sacramento. Several people at various state agencies have confirmed the FBI took over my case in writing & via phone calls (See attached emails)

Sgt Paul Belli told me the wrong man was dead in 2016 & I wrote a story about it in 2016 (See attached, Justice & A Dictionary) I believe this tipped off Birch Davis & he is on the run.

I found out in June 2017 from DA Erika Hutchcraft that they had the wrong men the entire time since 2009.

Paul Belli & Det Argota mistakenly ID’d & cleared the wrong Steve Davis in 2016
 even though I emailed them both to and said they were falling through the cracks after I ID’d him at the police station.

When I found they had the wrong man the entire time & the scope of damage the LAPD & SAC Sheriff negligence and poor police work caused to my life & safety in 2017, it caused PTSD & a shock that feels like a daily car accident & shaking fear and anger/rage daily.

Every day since Erika’s FBI letter in June 2017 has been a nightmare & every day law enforcement violates my right to safety, peace and happiness.

I have no info on Birch’s location or a DNA answer and it has felt like a car accident and I still don’t have any answers, closure or healing.

I would also like to document my PTSD, extreme stress, hair loss & permanent damage to my scalp from pulling my hair out from stress that these people caused over the past 4 years of coming forward.

I started pulling my hair out when I was six after I got raped & beaten by Steve Davis with the help of his accomplice crime partner brother Birch Davis but the past for years have been so traumatic that I have hair loss from my hair falling out on its own to pulling it to self-soothe & am on medicine now to help with the stress & PTSD that my doctor recently diagnosed me with.

I’m urgently requesting information & a civil harassment order against
William Birch Davis (alive) & poss. Steven Brett Davis (presumed dead but I need it in writing for my healing process) and a legal death confirmation for both of them if they are deceased.

If my cases are closed with these men & they’re cleared then I want closure & answers today so I can let this go and heal from my PSTD & horrific trauma & irreparable damage coming forward has done to my life, happiness & health & safety.

I demand a DNA answer today (See Hutchcraft emails) from the courts &/or FBI & DA Hutchcraft & the EARONS case and if they are cleared I want it in writing today from the judge & courts.

I demand that the courts and law enforcement honor my Marsy’s Rights immediately.

Both of these men are currently part of an FBI investigation per DA Hutchcraft of the EARONS Golden State Killer serial killer investigation. (see attached emails from DA Hutchcraft of .gov email)

If Birch & Steve Davis are both dead, I need a confirmation that they both are deceased & cleared from the EAR ONS crimes via DNA (per .gov emails they requested DNA samples from Utah Coroner & testing through CODIS, *see attached emails)

Birch & Steve Davis & Ben Stein are included in my CAL VCB application (see attached email) Jan 2018 which is pending per Miguel Trejo.

I believe Birch and Steve Davis are still part of the ongoing FBI investigation/DA Hutchcraft investigation regarding the EARONS. I demand a location on Birch & Steve Davis and confirmation that they are both dead and confirmed dead or, if not, Birch’s location & my case status.

I would like a restraining civil harassment order against William Birch Davis, Jim Clemente, Francey Hakes, Kat Winters today.

Possibly Ali Wolf & Mike Morford for exploiting/selling my child rape story to media outlets (Fox News, CNN & Discovery ID) & for witness intimidation and tampering & their own personal gain.

I believe Ali Wolf is related to Jim Clemente & Michael Clemente & Peter Clemente.

I would like gag orders against the others who participated in the exploitation of my horrific child rape & they are included on the last page.

I have included my CAL VCB board Victim Application & documentation from their office regarding my cases with Ben Stein & William Birch Davis & Stephen Brett Davis.

I am a pending Victim of Birch & Steve Davis & Ben Stein per their review & Miguel Torres of the CAL VCB Board & they told me it would take 6-7 months for an answer. (See attached emails)

A refresher: My horrific child rape beating in Spring 1980
by Stephen Brett Davis & his accomplice William Birch Davis
May-June 1980

When I was six years old, I was sexually assaulted, beaten, strangled, tortured, suffocated & almost killed in my home while sleeping in bed with another child after I was awoken in the middle of the night by a man named Stephen Brett Davis & his accomplice brother William Birch Davis who later came and got him out of my bedroom. I believe it lasted several hours.

I was assaulted vaginally (fingers) & orally (penis) by Steven Brett Davis & was physically beaten by him, choked by him repeatedly, suffocated by him until I passed out, came back to consciousness & then forced to watch him vaginally rape & physically beat another child in front of me. His brother Birch helped him with his crimes.

The next morning, after he attacked us, he made us sandwiches in the kitchen and smiled at us. I don’t know where my mother or other sisters were. I do not remember if Birch sexually assaulted me or the other child but I do remember him getting his brother Steven Davis out of our bedroom after he was done raping us.
I believe we were also photographed during the attack.

Summary Of Events

Timeline of reporting Birch & Steve Davis,
Ben Stein to Jim Clemente,
Law Enforcement & others
From 1980-Present, February 2018
Two police reports
CAL VCB Board Pending Claim,
And a lot of evidence;
(Texts, Social Media, Blog posts, phones calls,media exploitation & emails )

Time line of miserable failures
Starting in 1980,
Northridge, CA

Summary of Events

Birch and Steve Davis and their attacks & crimes were reported several times in the 1980’s.

They were also reported to LAPD & monitored by my in: 2009, 2014, 2015, 2016 & 2017

They were reported twice to LAPD in 1980, once in the Spring for kidnapping an infant and again at Boston Children’s’ Hospital in Nov/Dec 1980 and the nurses & doctors interviewed & examined me.
Th other child Stephen Brett Davis attacked was in the hospital for two months and underwent surgery. She was eight years old.
Birch & Steve got away. I don’t know why or how.


Reported them to Tomlinson Middle School, Fairfield, CT Spring 1988
Reported Birch & Steve & Ben Stein to my school in 1988 with my sister.

They took us out of class & took us to a school admin bldg & tape recorded what I told them & released us back to my mother.
I don’t know what happened because we moved a week later. I think my school & FBI knew about Ben Stein’s pedophila back then because Media documented it in Spy Magazine, 1988 (see attached)

2009 LAPD Devonshire
From 2009-2017 they had the wrong man ID’d as my attacker in this report & I realized/confirmed it in June 2017 when DA Hutchcraft found the right family.
The first police report I filed about them myself was through the Megans Law website in 2009 but I did not know their real names or how to find them but sibling info and some details gleaned from my sisters and mother.
(*See attached email and reply from Megans law with my letter to them with full Steve & Birch Davis and sibling info included in 2009)

2009 Megans Law Email CA DOJ (See attached)

I reported Birch & Steve Davis to Megans Law via Internet (see attached emails with the sibling info & info I had at the time) and in person to Det. January at Devonshire LAPD in Oct 2009 (See attached Yellow Police report) and I believe they did not check my info or DOJ letter with sibling & Birch info & had the wrong man the entire time until Hutchcraft found them in 2017.

In 2009 I asked my family members to help me ID them & file police reports (See attached 2009 emails) but they refused.
I went to the LAPD Devonshire Police station & met with Detective January and reported my child rape alone.
Det. January ID’d the wrong man, never showed me any photos or checked the sibling info I gave her.

November 2014

Reported Birch & Steve Davis & Ben Stein to Jim Clemente
when the Bill Cosby story came out
(See attached texts, emails & phone call times)

November, 2014

Jim Clemente led me to believe in Nov 2014 that he would report both of these child sex crimes to the FBI & I thought he was required to because he is an expert and by law in California to report them in 2014.

I reported both of my child sex crimes by Birch & Steve Davis
& Ben Stein to special agent Jim Clemente of the FBI in Nov 2014 because he presented himself as a victims advocate to me.

(see attached emails and texts Nov 2014 to him regarding reporting both Birch & Steve Davis & Ben Stein in writing to him and on the phone and via texts that day)
He never once disclosed any conflicts of interest or that he had any relatives at Fox News.

After the phone calls & texts in Nov 2014 to Jim Clemente, 
I believed he reported them all to the FBI & the FBI had investigated them all & everything was okay and they took care of it all.
I trusted him completely & thought they were monitoring Ben Stein.

*I did not find the children’s photos on Facebook tagged to Ben Stein’s account and erection photo with child or his wife Alexandra Denman’s position on the board of the California Children’s Law Center until late 2016. The photos I found were around 2014 and were of children and infants overseas. Some with makeup on.

Ben Stein/Birch and Steve Davis report to LAPD Van Nuys & Jim Clemente:

Around End of May- Early June 2016

I was told by Allison Hope Weiner on Facebook (after I commented on an Ejilah Wood story about pedophiles preying on child actors) to go to the police station immediately and report my assault by Ben Stein after I told her I experienced something similar when I was 12 by a child predator.

I called Jim Clemente and asked him and he said I should go in & report it.

I thought Clemente had reported Birch & Steve & Ben Stein in 2014 to the FBI & had checked it out but I was intimidated by him & didn’t want to have this ruin my life & afraid to go to the police but he told me I had to file a report for them to do anything.
I wanted to get it documented & closure so I could heal from these assaults so I told him I would do it & they could investigate.
I did not know about the children’s photos on Facebook until Dec 2016 later on.

I didn’t want Ben Stein to stalk and ruin any more children’s lives. I wanted to remain anonymous & let the cops do their jobs.

I just wanted closure & just wanted to heal.

June 2016

I reported my 1986 assault & child sex crime by Ben Stein to LAPD & Van Nuys in June 2016 and this time to Jim Clemente in writing so he would follow up on it & it would be documented & wrote a report to him and to the LAPD & emailed also Francey Hakes who offered her support (*see attached emails, reports & blog posts, Mr Oculus,)

1986, Ben Stein child sex crime:

Ben Stein attack started in May-June 1986 when I was 12 with a newspaper article he did about my mother in the LA Herald Tribune, see attached two articles.

See attached Ben Stein attack statement to police 1986-1988 (See attached blog post when I went public March 2017 after realizing Clemente was a fraud) & (*see attached emails, reports & blog posts, Mr Oculus, twitter statements, etc..)
I was photographed, assaulted (I was in the 7th grade when he asked me to sleep with him & meet him in the city and spend the night with him in his hotel) and stalked by Ben Stein from 1986-1988 from California to Connecticut when I was in the 6th, 7th & 8th grades.
I also reported Birch & Steve Davis with my sister to my guidance counselor to to my school in 1988 at the same time but they covered it up or it was negligence I am not sure.

1986 End Ben Stein Attack LA Herald Tribune/Connecticut/Reporting Birch & Steve & Stein to Tomlinson School story

Police Report to LAPD& Sac Sheriff Paul Belli
Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis


I was not sure Detective January in 2009 had the right Steve Davis because of my attacks & the phone calls that continued and nobody would confirm with me any information about Birch Davis which is why I included his attack in the 2016 report, again. I wanted to make sure he was accounted for.

I wanted to make sure Steve Davis didn’t fall through the cracks in 2016.
But he did. Again.

I also included the Steve Davis attack in my 2016 report to LAPD & Jim Clemente because I knew he was dangerous & wanted to make sure they had him in the system.

I wasn’t sure if I had reported Ben Stein in 2009 so I wanted to make sure they were all in the same report & documented in the 2016 report to LAPD Van Nuys.
(*See original 2016 report & Ben Stein statement attached to LAPD Per Det Widman Dec 2017, attached email )

I felt uneasy because I had received a lot of stalking phone calls from 2007-2017
A man called me repeatedly & told me he was going to kill me and watching me at 3AM and I also reported it to the police via phone but don’t remember the details sometime 2007-2012 I wanted to make sure Steve Davis was in the system and accounted for.


June 6 2016,
Reported Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis to LAPD Van Nuys-

In the morning, I read my Ben Stein & Steve Davis report to Jim Clemente over the phone June 2016 &
he told me to leave out the Steve Davis rape because it was “boring” but I did not.

I included Steve Davis in my report in 2016 to LAPD Van Nuys.
(see attached updated report & email via Det Karen Widman Dec 2017)
Both reports with both Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis are
with Detective Householder were originally filed June 6 2016
with Officer Brandstetter LAPD Van Nuys

July 2016
LA Weekly Article 
about the Maggiore Murders








July 2016


Right around the time ( Maybe two weeks after I reported Ben Stein & Steve Davis June 6th, I am not sure of exact dates)

I read an article in the LA Weekly about the EAR ONS & Golden State Killer & the Maggiore killings with a sketch of two men who looked like Birch & Steve Davis.
I don’t know the specific dates, but it was right around the time reporting Birch & Steve Davis & thought they might be the EAR because of the two man sketch & wanted to make sure they were cleared & their DNA was checked and I was safe.
I thought they were in the system already but I wanted to make sure because I knew they were evil and scary.

July 2016
LAPD Devonshire

I went back to the LAPD Devonshire police station alone  & I met with Det Rogelio Argota of LAPD Devonshire.
He showed me a a photo of a man on a small cellphone screen and he showed me a photo of a man who looked like Steve Davis and he told me he was dead.

I emailed Det Argota & Paul Belli of the Sac Sheriff’s office a few days later and told them both I wasn’t sure which Steve Davis it was because our Steve Davis wasn’t that tall, he was about 5’10 and to look for a man named Birch and a blind sister named Blair (see attached emails)

He told me he investigated both and they were both cleared but I still felt uneasy because of the phone calls & nobody said anything about Birch.

June 2016 to
Jauary 2017

I concentrated on healing after July 2016 because I thought my ordeal was finally over and it was so mentally unsettling & exhausting and causing flashbacks and hard going to the police stations alone with no help or support from my family.

I thought Jim Clemente was going to help me bring Ben Stein to justice or at least help me expose him & I trusted him.

I thought Jim Clemente was going to help me expose Ben Stein
(*See attached texts and emails) and later in Dec 2016 I found the photos of the children’s photos tagged to Ben Stein’s facebook account and started to think Jim Clemente was a fraud.

Clemente had told me in January/Feb 2017 that his friend from the FBI division would call me about Ben Stein & I was going to make sure they double checked on Birch & Steve but nobody from the FBI ever called me. Ever.

Sometime in late
Jan- early Feb 2017

I found out about the Paterno/Sandusky report he did with Richard Thornburgh for Penn State and called him a sellout and fraud and he tried to defend himself.
I realized around that time that he was a fraud when I did more research on Penn State and his role in the Paterno report later.
I still didn’t know about his connections to Fox News until Aug 2017.

Around March 20th-23rd 2017
*See attached texts/photos
(in 2017 DA Hutchcraft confirmed he is abusive and demeaning towards women see attached email)

Jim Clemente called my cell phone (I didn’t answer) & texted me & told me I should be ashamed of myself (see attached texts from that day)
He called me around the morning of March 22 and he told me to never contact him in any way and I agreed because he was such an evil jerk and we parted ways.

I posted my story about Ben Stein the pedophile & Jim Clemente’s corruption because I feared for my safety and peace because he was so abusive.

He was abusive via his texts and didn’t answer any of my questions about his negligence and coercive control and the 30 year Ben Stein coverup.
I also adopted a cat from his brother Peter Clemente around May 2016 which is why I kept in touch with Jim & I thought he was my advocate for Ben Stein & Birch & Steve.

Later I reached out to Peter Clemente later in 2017.
I did not know at the time of his relative Michael Clemente at Fox News. I told him about Jim & Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis (around July 2017) but he denied that his brother was a fraud. Later, his employee Spencer Gordon sent me a Cease and Desist letter in Oct 2017 (see attached)

Late March 2017

Went public about Ben Stein & my experiences with Jim Clemente because I was terrified & feared for my safety & was intimidated by these evil men & their accomplices in law enforcement & Media.

Clemente had told me that he reached out to a “friend” at the FBI and would give him my number. I was waiting for the “friend” to call me so I could clear Birch & Steve too & ask them about the kids in the Ben Stein photos.
I thought someone from the FBI was going to call me but nobody ever did.

This is why I went public with the Ben Stein story. I feared for my safety from Jim Clemente & reached out to my sister Meagan McGovern and spoke to her at length about my fear of him.

Chuck Grassley/Ben Stein
March/April 2017



Sometime around April 2017,
I found out Ben Stein did a commerical with Senator Chuck Grassley & is close friends with Warren Buffet & the Bush Family and several other prominent figues.

My sister Meagan McGovern later intimidated me regarding Jim Clemente & his exploitation & gave me false info regarding Birch & Steve & Ben Stein.

I believe my sister Meagan McGovern communicated or disclosed with Jim Clemente sometime after March 2017 and disclosed personal information to him about my life & child sex crimes.

I believe Jim Clemente exploited my sister & family members sometime in 2017 regarding Ben Stein & Birch & Steve Davis & my horrific child sex crimes.





June 2017

Michelle Cruz & Erika Hutchcraft
found the right men

I found Michelle Cruz & other GSK survivors on Twitter & asked her to help me ID and rule out Birch & Steve because I still wasn’t convinced that Paul Belli had ID’s the right guy and she referred me to DA Hutchcraft
(See attached first email from DA Hutchcraft who correctly ID’d the right family)

June 2017

My flashbacks became severe in June/July 2017 when I read more about this case & disclosed my horrific info to “Kat Winters’, Michelle Cruz, Deb Domingo, Erika Hutchcraft & Jim Fitzgerald
I realized the LAPD & Sac Sheriff Paul Belli had all ID’d the wrong men the entire time for the last 9 years & Birch had probably been tipped off in July 2016 when I published “Justice & A Dictionary on my blog.

Erika Hutchcraft 
June 2017
Hutchcraft emailed me (See first email attached) & told me she was taking this lead seriously and would not let them fall through the cracks.

She gave me the Coroner info & gave me a case number and was very supportive and encouraging until the FBI took over my case.
She told me she would give me a DNA answer either way & they were waiting for the Coroner blood card report & they would check his DNA against CODIS & later told me that the FBI was assisting in a DNA surveillance and collection of Birch Davis but could not give me a location on Birch Davis or victims contact rep or anyone to call at the FBI.

Hutchcraft told me August 2017 that she did not know where Birch is so I don’t think he died in July 2016 like his family told me.
His relative this week (Feb 2018) could give me no burial details, no death info and no cause of death or if either of them were cremated or buried.
I want a confirmation of both their deaths and DNA info and if they are cleared against CODIS and the GSK.

July 2017 
Kat Winters (Same time as I was emailing Hutchcraft & I was trying to find a way to rule them out from the GSK case with Kat Winters & Michelle Cruz, Deb Domingo & Jim Fitzgerald)

I don’t know if she’s really a real person, a female or her true identity. I trusted her because she was an expert on the GSK Case & the GSK victims seemed to trust her.
“Kat Winters” portrayed herself as a researcher and expert on the GSK case had a photo of a woman on the pro boards as her ID in 2017 when I came to her for help to help me rule out Birch & Steve Davis which is why I trusted her & she told me she had no ties to law enforcement & just a researcher (see attached emails)
I believe she is disclosing/sold/profited my child rape info to Jim Clemente & Fox News Corp/Ali Wolf Fox Sacramento 40 & other third parties.
I gave her an enormous amount of info about my attack and thought she was a researcher and advocate and no ties to law enforcement. I believe she lied to me & disclosed all of my info to Jim Clemente & Ali Wolf of Fox News.
(*See attached emails)

August 2017

By August 2017 I had PTSD & didn’t realize it.
I have emails from DA Hutchcraft from June-Aug 2017 stating that she doesn’t know where Birch is & the FBI had probable cause to assist in a full surveillance work up and DNA collection and she was worried he’d try something in 2017. I’m not sure if he really died in 2016 I need an answer.
Nobody would tell me where Birch Davis was and I also did a reverse search and found him running a hotel in the jungle in Panama called El Caballo Verde.

August 2017
El Caballo Verde,
Santa Fe,







I found Birch Davis Myself

I don’t remember the date I discovered Birch running a hotel in Panama but I think it was August 2017
Birch Davis is a public danger & running a hotel in the jungle,
so I went public with this information to warn others & because I believe the FBI and DA Hutchcraft violated my Marsy’s Rights.
Also, I didn’t trust law enforcement or the FBI because Ben Stein and his pedophila has been covered up for 30 years & my recent experiences with Jim Clemente & his abuse & corruption.
I believe they are trying to cover up their negligence with Wiliam Birch Davis & Stephen Brett Davis & Ben Stein & that’s why they refuse to give me any answers.
I believe these people are caught in their corruption and coverup and Birch Davis in on the loose and his location is unknown. That’s why I want a death confirmation on him or an RO if he is alive and a location if known.

Oct 2017
Jim Clemente & Francey Hakes & sent me a cease and desist from Peter Clemente’s lawyer & employee Spencer Gordon after I came forward to her on Twitter about my experience trusting Jim Clemente & Francey Hakes with my child sex crime assaults by Birch & Steve Davis & Ben Stein.
They completely wrecked my life with their negligence and false advocacy &then violated my rights to free speech when I tried to warn the public of their predator, deceptive, exploitative behavior & tried to intimidate me into silence again.

October 2017
Al Franken & Anthony Scaramucci
(See Attached Evidence from Twitter)


Sometime around this time Senator Al Franken &
Anthony Scaramucci started following me on Twitter.
Sen Franken has been with friends with Ben Stein who was also his campaign backer & toured with him professionally and did a Yahoo commercial with Ben Stein.

I believed Senator Al Franken & Anthony Scaramucci followed me on Twitter to intimidate me back into silence.
I blocked them both.

(See Attached Twitter Screenshots)

February 2018
I believe now Peter, Jim & Ali Wolf are related to Michael Clemente, the former Exec VP of Fox news in 2014 & exploiting my story to CNN, Discovery ID & Fox News 40 Sacramento.
I told Jim about Ben Stein in 2014, who is STILL a weekly pundit on Fox News.
I believe Ali Wolf is related to Jim Clemente & is exploiting my horrific story on Fox News currently at Fox 40 Sacramento.

I believe both Peter & Jim Clemente are related to Michael Clemente, and they both never disclosed that to me ever when I reached out them for help regarding Ben Stein the pedophile and the children in the photos I found. Ever.
From 2014-2017. I found out myself online by accident.

In December 2017 the FBI operator told me my child rape case had been transferred to FBI Sacramento.

2018 Current Status

I have PTSD and am filled with terro, rage & pain. I’m trying to find a way to heal.
In the past few weeks, I was contacted Birch Davis’s relative who told me he was dead & died in July 2016 but could give me no details or info.
My sister Meagan told me he was alive in December and an FBI agent leaked my child rape info to her reporter friend & I should accept that as proof.
Erika Hutchcraft said she didn’t know where Birch was in Aug 2017 & was worried he’d ‘try’ something so I don’t think he’s dead.

I believe Birch & Steve Davis are the GSK and the media & persons who I disclosed my privileged info to are exploiting my case for their own profit and gain.

2018 Current Status

I have been contacted by my estranged relatives
Nov 2017-Present
(my sisters Meagan McGovern, Nora Gibbs) & my sister Meagan
who told me Birch was alive & the FBI leaked information
to Meagan’s reporter friend and they were cleared via DNA against the GSK.

She told me I risked jail time for publishing Jim Clemente’s Cease and Desist letter (see attached twitter statements)

She had no proof of her statements except an email with no name or contact info from her “Pulitzer winning reporter friend” who the FBI illegally leaked my child rape info to.

She told me Birch Davis was alive and well in Utah & the FBI leaked my info to her reporter friend.

I need it in writing from the courts or whoever cleared him if they are truly cleared from the EARONS case and my case is closed. If they are both dead privacy laws do not apply to them but my Marsy’s Rights do.

Michelle Cruz (see attached twitter reply Jan 2018) Is currently selling Golden State Killer T shirts & crowd funding from the public to pay for her way to Jim Clemente’s “Crime Con” in Nashville & said she hopes I’ll get an answer “soon” about their DNA (see attached Twitter)

Her comments lead me to believe my investigation is still pending & Birch Davis is alive.

Debbi Domingo is currently crowdfunding for donations to go to Jim Clemente’s “Crime Con” May 4th with Michelle Cruz and promoting all Media stories and series, podcasts & books and conventions by the people included in this statement. (See Attached Proboards Emails)


I would like a restraining civil harassment orders against; William Birch Davis,
Jim Clemente,
Francey Hakes,
Kat Winters

for exploiting & profiting/gaining from my child rape story,witness intimidation & witness tampering.

And specifically to Jim Clemente & Francey Hakes, XG Productions for sending me a cease & desist order from his brother Peter Clemente’s employee Spencer Gordon.

I would like gag orders against the others who participated in the exploitation of my horrific child rape they are included after.
I have included my CAL VCB board Victim Application & documentation from their office regarding my cases with Ben Stein & William Birch Davis & Stephen Brett Davis.

I am a pending Victim per their review & they told me it would take 6-7 months for an answer.

I want a clear explanation from them about their behavior & if they have disclosed my rape info to media or third parties, if the Clemente’s are related to Michael Clemente of Fox News,
and if Birch & Steve are the GSK. I want their wrongful behavior documented by the courts today

Persons Involved

Jim Clemente-

I want a restraining order against Jim Clemente for his scary, negligent, dangerous, abusive demeaning behavior that caused my PTSD & wrecked my life. I believe he is using my relatives to intimidate me & contacted them after March 2017. His coercive control, abuse & negligence led to the FBI taking over my case in June 2017

His behavior includes; Demeaning women, Witness intimdiation, Victim Exploitation, Fraud, Witness tampering, harassment, civil rights violations (for the cease & desist) negligence & wrongful behavior starting in 2014-present
I believe he’s disclosing my privleged information to “Kat Winters” and others listed below, and to media & other third parties. I believe he also contacted my estranged relatives & used them to intimidate me, harass me and tell me false info.
Clemente’s behavior has given me PTSD & made me fearful and distrust and despise all law enforcement.

Francey Hakes- she is a co-podcaster with Jim Clemente & sent me a cease & desist letter.

I would like a restraining order against her for violating my right to free speech & her attempts to discredit me & her history of false advocacy with me (see attached emails from her June 2016 asking her to help me clear Steve Davis from the Golden State Killer case & my emails corresponding to her regarding Ben Stein)

She repeatedly deafamed me on Twitter after pretending to by advocate. see attached emails. . I would like to document her behavior & include her in felony witness intimidaton and tampering & would like a gag order for her regarding my child sex crimes to all media and third parties.

“Kat Winters”-

Ali Wolf of Fox News 40 Or Jim Clemente, Michelle Cruz Or Debbi Domingo can confirm “Kat Winters” ID they retweet her book and tweets repeadtedly.

** I want a restraining order against Kat Winters, I don’t know her real identity and I believe she fraudulently portrayed herself to me. I gave her an enormous amount of info about my attack and thought she was a researcher and advocate and no ties to law enforcement.
I believe she lied to me & not sure if she is a real person or a man or her true identity.
Her behavior is scary & criminal. She gave me false info about her police connections and I don’t believe she is who she claimed to be to me.
I want to make sure she is the person who she claims to be & find out if she disclosed my info to anyone including Jim Clemente, Ali Wolf or any media/third parties.
They did an interview with Kat Winters (See attached email to me Nov 2017 from Kat Winters regarding Fox News Sacramento & betraying my trust & story)  for willful Fraud & disclosing my privileged child rape info to media, Jim Clemente & third parties.

“Kat Winters” had a photo of a woman on the pro boards as her ID
in 2017 when I came to her for help which is why I trusted her in the first place.
I believe she is disclosing my info to Jim Clemente & Fox News Corp/Ali Wolf Fox Sacramento 40 & other third parties.

Gag Orders

(For persons involved, including Jim Clemente’s relatives)

“Keith Komos”-
Co-Writer with “Kat Winters” & I want a gag order regarding my child sex crimes and/or any info disclosed to them.

Ali Wolf
(Fox News Sacramento)-
Gag order &/or possible restraining order if she is related to the Clementes &/or if she is exploiting my child sex crimes for Fox News 40. I believe she is related to Jim Clemente, Michael Clemente & Peter Clemente.

Peter Clemente-
Gag order on my child sex crimes to all media and third parties.

Spencer Gordon- Peter Clemente’s employee & lawyer at Domani~ Gag order on my child sex crimes to all media and third parties.

Jim Fitzgerald- Gag order on my child sex crimes to all media and third parties. If he exploited my story in any way then I would like a restraining order against him but am not sure if he did.
If he has not violated my rights or trust then I thank him.

He listened to my entire story on Twitter as I sent them the flashbacks that came up & he said nothing.
I think he’s going to Crime Con & works closely with Clemente & I think Crime Con & what Jim Clemente did are disgusting and exploitative.
I would like him to not disclose any my info to anyone.
I told Jim Fitzgerald an enormous amount of personal information about my attack and what I remember hoping he could rule them out or help me find them. I don’t know if he has exploited me yet or disclosed my info to Jim Clemente so I will not include him in this yet but he is going to Crime Con & I found out he produced ManHunt Unabomber with Kevin Spacey who is an accused pedophile so I don’t trust him.

Media Exploitation
(Jim Clemente & other persons involved)

Jim Clemente

“Crime Con” as an entity that exploits victims & their familes and specifically are exploiting me right now.

Francey Hakes

Kat Winters

Keith Komos (co writer with Kat Winters Book)

Mike Morford (I think he is working with Kat Winters & Jim Clemente & also working with Jim Clemente & going Crime Con) who used fraudulent means to get privileged information out of me & then use it to promote their books, podcasts & true crime conventions for their own personal gain.

Michelle Cruz ( Going to Crime Con, I think selling t shirts with his face on them is exploitative, intimidation & promotes his violence. They are promoting the GSK Case & they know the DNA answer & that Birch & Steve are the GSK and not giving me an answer)

Debbi Domingo (Going to Crime Con, promoting the GSK Case & they know the DNA answer & that Birch & Steve are the GSK) I feel that these two relatives of the victims exploited my coming forward to get information out of me & teamed up with Jim Clemente for their own personal gain at Crime Con, May 2018 Nashville, TN.

Gag Orders

Media List of Exploitation
coming to ruin my life
in the upcoming months

*I would like Gag orders placed on all of these media outlets & people involved.

If Birch & Steve Davis are the EAR/ONS GSK, I would like criminal charges filed against the people involved an immediate investigation by law enforcement regarding their wrongful behavior, conspiracy Witness/Victim intimidation & Witness/Victim tampering of me if Birch & Steve Davis are the Golden State Killers

February- going on now- Exposed Podcast by FOX40 Ali Wolf and all persons involved with (Sacramento)

Feburary- Now- Kat Winters; any books, deals or promotions of the Golden State Killer East Area Rapist after she fraudulently obtained information out of my starting July 2017
(See attached emails)

Feb 24th- “Criminology Podcast” By Mike Morford : Friend of Jim Clemente & Kat Winters who is a Crime Con speaker Season 2 begins coverage of East Area Rapist/Golden State Killer
(*See attached photo of Mike Morford, Jim Clemente & other GSK survivors at Crime Con June 2017 )

Feb 27th- Harper Collins Book release; I informed them via Twitter of Hutchcraft’s emails & the FBI investigation. Release of Michelle McNamara’s book “I’ll Be Gone In The Dark” by Michelle McNamara

March 5th- “The Golden State Killer- It’s Not Over” (Series) on I.D. Channel

March 18th – “Unmasking A Killer” (Series) premieres on CNN/HLN

May 4th-6th- CrimeCon Nashville TN

Media Exploitation,
Witness Tampering &
Giving Birch Davis
a defense

(See attached screenshot of Debbi Domingo’s statements on the Media Blitz coming, ProBoards, Feb 11 2018 11:20 AM)

If Birch & Steve are serial killers & Birch Davis is alive, they are giving him a defense that he doesn’t have a right to a fair trial.

Their actions are ruining my right to justice & to see William Birch Davis face the courts and prison time for his actions of being a crime partner to Steven Brett Davis.

I ask for help & protection from the courts and judge today.

Thank you,
Morgain McGovern

Mr Oculus

Mr Oculus


The tower was sleek and black and glistened in the sun and held the dreams and secrets of many children who had come into the lobby before me.

It was a New York skyscraper next to the freeway, a Yankee tower out of place and wearing all black in the summer in Los Angeles.

The courtyard was dark and cool and a perpetual breeze came in from the 101 and through the mountain pass freeway and through the Cahuenga natural pass.

The tower and studios were built on the side of the old El Camino Real road, on small hills where ghosts of the Spanish missionaries and before them the Indian tribes who had lived there since the ice age still tread.

Every now and then, artifacts are found at excavation sites and on million dollar property remodels left behind by the people who were there before them.

The causeway brought in fresh ocean air from West Los Angeles and then blew into the small pass between the valleys.

On the hotter days, the fresh and cool Santa Monica wind met with the dry and burnt chaparral Mediterranean smoke-smog air trying to escape from the San Fernando Valley.

On the top, a glittering neon amusement park and village promenade with air conditioned theatres and shops, arcades and restaurants beamed down below like a proud electric stage mother holding her hostage to fortune.

The slope of the freeway connected Burbank and the valley and then lowered down as it made its way south and parts split off east to Los Feliz and westward it split off into old side roads near the natural amphitheater of the Hollywood Bowl and finally merging into streets in the city of Hollywood.


I looked up at the black tower as I walked in with Mom through the cool and dark windy courtyard towards its belly and the building seem to breathe us in deep and smell us before we came in.

The sky above it was bright, bright denim blue above the dark shadow it threw over the happy entrance to the fun park up the hill.


We walked inside.


Justice And A Dictionary

brothers grimm tree girl fairy tale



*Update* August 2017

They told me the wrong man was dead.


His brother William Birch Davis is still on the loose.

Erika Hutchcraft from the Orange County DA said they are seeking a DNA answer.

That was seven months ago.


This letter is addressed to me from Erika Hutchcraft, District Attorney regarding William Birch Davis, Steven Brett Davis’s brother who is still on the loose

Viola Beth Davis died July 27th 1975
His father died June 18th, 1972










Webster’s Dictionary 1947

Justice; jus’tis n. (L. justitia, from justus, just.) The quality of being just; justness; propriety; correctness; rightfulness; just treatment; vindication of right; requital of desert; merited reward or punishment.

“Justice is just a word in the dictionary, Morgain.” A lawyer once told me. He continued, “You can go look it up in a dictionary if it makes you feel better.”

The man named Steve who molested me and attacked the eight year old in front of me when I was six is dead. I am free. Or supposed to be.

The detective in California who is hunting the serial killer told me the man who attacked the eight year old girl in front of me did horrific things to other children. He did terrible things to a lot of people, before and after us.

The other detective got quiet and looked me in the eye and he said, “I believe you.”

He told me he believed me and I started crying in that little room. At forty two, it was the first time I had ever heard anyone tell me that they believed me and that I was doing the right thing. He told me it good thing that I was reporting the attack. It was documented. It happened and I had survived it.

He came back into the little office interview room, the kind you see on Dateline with the weird acoustic polka dots in the walls and handed me a brown paper towel roll, the kind they have at school that cuts your face, to clean up all the tears.

They told me things I intuitively knew, but things I needed to hear that my family refused or was unable to say to me.

The detectives told me he did terrible things before and after us and was a horrible person and as bad as the serial killer they are hunting, he said, but alas, not the same man.

Their stories fit and overlapped each other. They both moved around, they destroyed lives, they attacked people and violated them wherever they went, and they continued to destroy. They did horrific things to people and then they died.

“You let them in your head.” My sister told me. “You weren’t raped.” She said

It was my fault I couldn’t let it go. I let them in my head, it was my fault for not forgetting. I wasn’t a good forgetter. I had a good memory and I remember every horrific thing that happened and the damage that happened.

“Let’s go to Chico’s !!” My aunt said when I told her I wanted to tell the police, just so it was documented and to find out what happened to him and to prevent it from happening to another child. “Nobody will believe the word of a six year old, Morgain.” She said. Then she gave me some Suzanne Somers books.

Some nights I wake up and I feel his hand on my throat, I hold my breath and I am six again.  He’s kneeling by the bed with a flashlight and he looks like Jesus. I’m too scared to move, too scared to breathe, holding my breath so I die so I don’t have to hear the sounds of the eight year old girl being attacked next to me.

He was living in our garage and our mother was in the next room sleeping. He was another drifter my mother had picked up and she already knew he had molested other children, but she needed him to do insurance scams for her. So, it was a tradeoff. He got to attack children and my mom got a proficient henchman.

My aunts lived nearby and visited frequently and they told me when I was an adult that this man terrified them. He terrified me too, but since I was six I couldn’t drive away and go back to my own safe home like they could, I tried to hide in the backseat of their cars when they left so they would take me with them.

Every time my aunt visited our house with her kids, we’d hide with our cousins in the back seat of her car on the floorboards under a blanket and try to go home with her when she was leaving. But she’d learn to check the backseat and halfway back to Aunt Peggy’s house, she’d flip a u turn and we were always marched back up to our own front door, back into the house with the madwoman and the scary pedophile man and whomever else was living with us at the time.

The attack I witnessed changed my view of the world when I was six. Before then, I felt safe when I slept. My cat would sleep on my chest, my sisters and I would snuggle like kittens and fall asleep laughing and whispering, but after the night he came into my bedroom with a flashlight, I never slept well again.

But he is dead. He died two years ago. I am free, or supposed to be.

Open Letter To Press And Law Enforcement Regarding Ben Stein The Pedophile

Ben Stein is a pedophile.

They’ve been covering for him for 30 years



Jan 2018*

I think Jim Clemente of the FBI

and Michael Clemente

former Exec VP of Fox News are related.


I am okay with not being okay with any part of this situation.



Trying to tell this story is not easy. 


Telling this story is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. 











Yahoo Commercial they did together 2006 I think.

















Jim Clemente Angel List

I think he was going to make me an offer. He strung me along for 2 years and kept me quiet.


Rainbow Jim C Text Dec 2016




*Update* July 2017

I found out Jim Clemente has a multi- podcast deal with Wondery Media which is owned by Fox News Corp (Ben Stein’s longtime Network).

I think this is why he gave me misleading information and waited two years (after I told him about the attacks) to tell me that I needed to report Ben Stein to the police, and that was only after I told him that I told his colleague Allison Hope Weiner the Ben Stein story.











Here is my public statement regarding my experiences with Ben
 Stein when I was 12 and 13 years old as a child actor and recently trying to
 report him and another sexual assault to law enforcement starting in 2009



Everyone told me coming forward about Ben Stein

would ruin my acting career and life.





*Update* May 19th, 2017 12:47 PM

2 more people have come forward with similar stories of Ben Stein stalking underage girls, total of 4  (Four total) people with disturbing stories of his predatory behavior.


March 25th, 2017 6PM PST

*Update* Two people have come forward to me since I went public.

Any information will be kept confidential and/or I urge all people to go to the police first with whatever information they have about Ben Stein.

Either way I stand with you. I will tell you what my experience has been like dealing with the cops and Feds and press.

I honestly don’t know what the laws are regarding all of this stuff.

If you don’t want to come forward and have had a horrific experience like mine and you see a piece of shit like him on TV and you know who they really are, know you are not alone and all survivors of child sexual assault are with you.

RAINN has resources and also try your local colleges for backup therapy on a sliding scale.

But if it’s 3AM and If it brings up bad memories, I suggest cranking music and singing or writing or try refinishing the kitchen cabinets, do it as loud as you can, it helps.
Thank you,





I had a traumatic experience when I was 12 and 13 
years old from 1986-1987 in California and Connecticut with a
 celebrity pedophile who used his status to groom, stalk and exploit me and later on asked me to sleep with him when I was in the 7th grade. He knew how old I was.

He is an economist/political speechwriter/pundit/
journalist named Ben Stein who is currently a correspondent
 with CBS Sunday Morning News.

A police report was filed in June of 2016 at the Van Nuys Police station regarding the child sex crimes committed by Ben Stein in California  (with Officer Brandstetter and I spoke briefly on the phone with a Det Housefelder) and info is above and on file with the LAPD.

I would like law enforcement or a children’s advocacy group/
union/SAG to start an investigation of Ben Stein and his
 ongoing predatory, pedophiliac behavior.

 I want to make sure that I clarify this in my statement and make 
as clear as possible the urgency of this situation after what I 
discovered recently with photos posted of children overseas
 linked to his Facebook account. I found photos of infants and children. The girls were about 6-10 years old and had a lot of makeup on.

 The recently tagged children’s photos of children and 
infants in other countries that link to Ben Stein’s personal Facebook page and
 several articles about a pregnant woman he harassed on
 social media and the internet recently are disturbing and
 have all documented and can upload to you.





This story and situation affects a lot of industries and 
institutions. In my part of this story, we moved a lot and it’s over 
a long period of time. I tried to edit this as clearly as I can and
 cut down as much as possible.

This all started coming out when I started writing and  got a
 literary agent (Jill Marr, at Sandra Dijkstra in Del Mar) in 2010 and finally reported Ben Stein in
 2014 to Jim Clemente and told him about my experiences with Ben Stein.

I have written about my experiences online on my blog 
with Ben Stein at first not naming him due to fear, and 
reported him to a retired FBI Agent Jim Clemente in
 November of 2014 when the Bill Cosby story came out.

I met/worked Jim Clemente  sometime in 2007 when I was a stand in for the character 
Garcia on Criminal Minds for four years; from 2007-2011. He and Kirsten Vangsness both were supportive and 
gave me a quote for my book and blog after I got a literary

I started writing about Ben Stein privately in 2009, but emailed
 a retired FBI agent and former co-worker named Jim Clemente 
in Nov 2014 about my experiences being groomed and stalked 
by Ben Stein when the Bill Cosby story came out.

I came forward to Jim Clemente in 2014 when the Bill
 Cosby story came out because he was an expert in child sex
 crimes and dealing with pedophiles.

Jim Clemente told me he would report Ben Stein to the FBI in 2014. I do not remember him telling me to file a police report in 2014, he may have but I don’t think he did, he told me he would notify the FBI during that phone call.

A year and a half later, he told me to file a police report in 2016 after I commented on Allison Hope Wiener’s show “Crime Time” did a report on Elijah Wood, child actors & pedophiles. She replied and was adamant that I go to the police ASAP and file a report. I did not want to file one and he spoke to me on the phone and told me I needed to go in in June 2016.

I feel like Jim Clemente completely failed me after my experiences coming to him as an adult survivor of child sex abuse after what happened from 2014-2017.

He told me my child rape story was boring in June of 2016 when I called him to read him my statement.  I called him to read this to him because I thought he was a friend and advocate; and he interrupted me and told me to leave parts out.  I was trying to read him my sex abuse statement to him out loud for the first time ever, to anyone, before I went to the police in 2016 to file a police report.

Jim Clemente is not a bad person, he just has a different personality and one you need to do the kind of job he does, but I was shocked and really upset with the way he handled the phone conversation.

They should have a survivor’s advocate take the statement from people who come forward and not people who aren’t good with victims/survivors because someone else would’ve hung up and not gone back and never trusted a cop or Fed again.

The LAPD guy (Brandstetter)  at the station was the same gruff way and attitude, but he also tried to be kind in his own way.

Jim C. recently told me that he is busy with other projects and has health issues and cannot help me with this case.

After I found out about the Paterno report he did, I got really angry & we had a falling out. I feel that Paterno knew and covered for Sandusky and I did not know that he endorsed Paterno and his behavior with his report when I came to him. I never would have come to Jim Clemente if I had known about the report he did for Sandusky/Paterno case but I thought he was a victims advocate and my faith in him has been completely shattered.

Jim Clemente and Ben Stein both work for CBS and other major studios so I also think there’s a conflict of interest & creates problems and I believe the studios already know about Ben Stein and his predatory behavior.

I wish him the best with his life and health and am thankful for the time he spent on this but it’s not enough. Ben Stein is still on TV on CBS and FOX news.

I am reaching out so law enforcement or the press can investigate what I found online linked to Ben Stein’s Facebook pages and make sure he is exposed for what is his.

I want to protect other child actors and children in the
 entertainment  industry and expose his predatory behavior.

I want to change the way children audition in the entertainment industry,
 and also with the people who immediately surround them in the
 casting process and at all times on set.
I believe he is still targeting children and/or child actors and he still has predatory behavior due to my recent discoveries online.

Another person came forward to me (via Twitter when I 
went public with his name in January 2017) with their 
experiences with him as well and her account of Ben Stein’s
 stalking of she and her friends.

I believe that he’s a pedophile and/or predator and should be 
evaluated by a professional and/or law enforcement and he and 
his wife should never work with children. Ever.
I believe his predatory behavior and status conferral of the
 media have given him an exploitative advantage over children,
 because of my personal experiences with him

A thorough investigation should be done with the photos I 
discovered online linked to him, his background and his
 employers and colleagues and especially any children or
 children’s shows who have worked with him in the
 entertainment industry.


When I was 12 & 13 years old and in the 6th & 7th grades, Ben Stein groomed me, took photos of me at his home and paid 
me $50 with a personal check for them, brought me in for auditions at Universal 
Studios in a quid pro quo situation with the photos, stalked me
 over state lines, sent my mother cash to fly me out alone to
 California, offered me gifts and shopping, and then asked me to 
have sex with him and spend the night overnight at his hotel with him when he was visiting a nearby city (Manhattan) when I
 was 13 years old in the 7th grade.







Details and timeline

Sherman Oaks, CA
House on Morrison Street by the
 Galleria 1986
This all took place from about

May-December 1986

We were on the road by Dec 15th from California to  Connecticut, because
 on my thirteenth birthday and we stopped in Albuquerque, NM  on 
12/15/86 and my sister bought me a ring from the Indians.


May-June 1986
Sherman Oaks

Los Angeles Herald Tribune Article

Ben Stein wrote two separate articles that were published in the Los Angeles Herald 
Tribune about my mother and our family in 1986  (Articles I can
 email you or at LA Downtown Library on microfilm which is where some of these articles were found) and I have
 documentation and photos I can email you.

There were other adults, my mother’s friend from Balcom Street, Jodie Avery, who was there when he came over.

I think Ben Stein came over once or maybe twice to our house on Morrison Street.
After I met him when he came to our house to interview my
 mother and our family and some of the random people living at 
our house, he offered to help me become a working actor and 
told me he could get me a job on a TV show like Charles in

When I was 12,  Ben Stein brought 
me in to Universal to Al Burton’s office at the bottom of
 Universal Studios.

I thought getting a job as an actor on a TV when I was 12 would help my family out of poverty.

A lot of checks started coming in from people who read the
 articles and thought my mom was a saint for taking care of all 
these unwanted kids.

Checks started coming to our house because he wrote an article about how great my mother was and took care of vulnerable children when in reality she was a con artist and exploited teenage kids to do her scams for her.

My mother knew he was a pedophile and used me as bait to extort money from him.
I was born in Los Angeles, California to a performing family.
 My father was a Broadway actor which is how I became a child 

Most of my parent’s friends and all people I knew as a
 child and my friends and siblings all went to auditions and were 
performers and/or worked in the entertainment business or arts 
so I have been going to child acting auditions since infancy and
 performing is part of my human fabric.
My mother has borderline personality disorder and was
 frequently arrested. My father was on theatre tours mostly and/
or working or not home and we moved frequently and
 she was in and out of jails (and later prisons).

I have participated in arts and the performing arts since I was an 
infant and later on was represented by a SAG child agent and
 performed in an early Disney kid’s game show in 1983.
My love for acting is how Ben Stein exploited me, in the 

There was an enormous amount of dysfunction at my home at 
the time and my mother was frequently arrested and mentally ill
 and also had untreated pill addictions. We moved about every three
 months to a new house or state.

Sometimes we would live in motels or hotels and on stolen credit cards or stolen rental cars.
He only brought me in to audition at Universal Studios after I
 had let him take photos of me at his home in the hills and his 
wife (Alexandra Denman) was home that day and I met her.
  She did not look me in the eye. She was in the kitchen.

My sister Nora and mother came to the “photo shoot” too.

Taking Photos at his house in the hills of Sherman Oaks, CA 
June-July 1986

I think it was June of 1986 when this happened.
He took a special interest in me at the original interview of our
 family at our house on Morrison street with my sisters and my 
mother for the article in the LA Herald Tribune and I told him I
 wanted to be an actress and he said he had a nephew who lived 
back east who was my age and he would think I was pretty.

 was my mother’s “golden child” and pet.

He called our house a few weeks or days after the interview and
 told me that he wanted to show his nephew how pretty
 California girls were and wanted to take photos of me by his
 pool at his house.

It might have been after the article came out and the checks were
 coming in and we had groceries and everyone was happy 
because they thought I was going to get on a TV show and save
 the family from poverty.

He requested that I wear a bikini to take the photos but my
 mother said I must wear shorts and and t shirt and he agreed.

My younger sister Nora came too and he did not take photos of
 her because he didn’t think she was “cute” enough.

Ben Stein’s wife, Alexandra Denman, is on the board of the
 California Children’s Law Center and works with vulnerable 
children and she was home the day he took photos of me by the 
pool and paid me $50 with a personal check when I was 12.

After we left, my mother said I should be grateful because my
 sister worked at Solley’s deli and she had to work really hard for

I believe A. Denman is complicit with his exploitation of
 children. His wife should not be working with children because
 she was home the day he took photos of me and it was not
 normal behavior of the auditioning process.
Nor is it professional for any producers or directors when 
working with children to ask of kids in bikini’s at their home and 
not in an office.


Universal Studios


Al Burton’s Office


After I let him take photos of me, he then brought me in for 
auditions at Universal Studios to Al Burton’s office and I also 
met his assistant, Steve Stark, and read with him a few times and 
kept in touch with him as an actor over the years.

I think I came in for 2-3 auditions at Universal in Al Burton’s
 office on the first floor at the base of Universal Studios.

They had an outside office patio where Steve Stark took photos of me at the office for casting in one of their T Shirts for a show called “Together We Stand”.

Mr. Stark was really kind and professional and supportive of my 
book later and tried to help me find a platform but to no avail 
and he said they passed on my story in 2005, this was before I
 started writing my book and I have the email correspondence.

We moved about a month after these auditions because my mother got arrested again and she decided it was time to move across the country to Connecticut.




Sherman Oaks, CA to Westport, CT
 House on Greens Farms Road (243)
by ocean inlet (details in original June 2016 statement given to LAPD)

After we moved to Westport, Connecticut in December 1986
 and into 1987 (about two or three months after the Universal
 auditions)  I was a student in the 7th grade at Long Lots middle
 and elementary school in Westport. CT.
He (Ben Stein) contacted my mother via telephone and she spoke to him mostly. I only spoke to him a few times on the phone and the last time in CT is when he asked me to sleep with him.

The last time I spoke to him in Westport, CT sometime in early
 1987 when it was dark early outside and crowded house was on
 the radio station every 5 minutes, is when he called and asked to
 speak with me and told me he was coming back East to NYC 
and asked me to meet him in the city and “sleep” with him when
 I was 13 years old.

I was in the 7th grade at Long Lots Middle

I believe he used the words “sleep in the same bed and
sleep at my hotel in the city” or something to those words but
basically I was offered a shopping trip and to sleep with him
overnight in his hotel room in the city with him, by myself and
 nobody else.
He asked me on the phone,  when I was in the 7th grade, in Westport CT, with witnesses in the room, to meet 
with him in Manhattan and offered to take me shopping and buy
 me gifts and asked me if I would like to sleep with him 
overnight in his hotel in Manhattan after we went shopping.

His intent was clear and he was treating me like I was his girlfriend. I was in the 7th grade and he was in his forties.


I was really nervous and told him I’d have to ask my mom.



1987-1988 We moved from Westport to Fairfield 
 Hoydens Hill Lane or Road by the Black Rock Dam and
Golf Course
 Red Farm House



I believe I snapped sometime in Spring 1988 when I was 13-14
in the 8th grade at Tomlinson Middle school when my little 
sister was upset in the 7th grade and I didn’t want to leave our 
farmhouse in CT and my mother couldn’t find a job and I knew
she was going to start conning people again. Weird people
 started living in our yard again.


I reported Ben Stein’s stalking behavior to my school in
 Connecticut a year later in 1988 at Tomlinson Middle School in
 Fairfield, CT, because there was so much pain and trauma at 
home and my mother was so dangerous, I went to the guidance
 counselors at the school to tell them everything I knew about my
 mother’s illegal activities, arrests, police, child sexual abuse,
 Ben Stein and the trauma at home.

After I burst into the counselors office and told them everything,
the guidance counselors from Tomlinson middle school took us
  (myself, age 13-14 and my little sister Nora 12-13) Got my little 
sister out of class around 1-3pm and drove us from Fairfield to a
 separate admin school building in Bridgeport, CT and were 
upset at what I had told them and what my little sister Nora had 

I think I told them everything and the counselors and 
psychiatrist tape recorded my Ben Stein story, the grooming,
 photos taken that started in Los Angeles and then we moved to
 Connecticut and he continued to pursue me and sent money to
 my mother and asked me on the phone to meet him in the city
 and spend the night with him in Manhattan after he took me 

I believe I originally reported Ben Stein’s harassment in the 8th
 grade but due to the chaos at my home and now believe I had
 some sort of trauma and shock and denial going on at the time,
 we moved a few weeks later up to the woods in the Adirondacks 
and not sure what exactly I told them, but I think I told them everything including Ben Stein.

I remember my mom coming to pick us up at the counselors
 office in Bridgeport and she was supposed to go back but we
 moved right after that. I remember her yelling at me on the ride 
home that it was my fault we had to move again but we were 
already getting evicted from the farmhouse.
He contacted my mother via telephone at the Fairfield house and she spoke to him only at that house.

I only spoke to him a few times on the phone and the last time in CT is when he asked me to sleep with him.


I confronted Ben Stein later in California when I was 19  via telephone and he pretended like he didn’t remember me or my family after I met with Al Burton again sometime between 1993-1995 for another actor/producer meeting at his office on Miracle Mile when I was about 19-20 years old and lived in Valencia and was a waitress.
At the meeting on Miracle Mile office, Al Burton gave me Ben Stein’s phone number and told me to call him, I hung up the phone after confronting Ben Stein and that was the last time I spoke to him.


Everyone told me to let it go because he was really powerful in Hollywood and later on had his own game show on Comedy Central with Jimmy Kimmel.




May-June 2016-

**June 2016**

June, 2016. At the urging of Allison Hope Weiner and after the phone call with Jim Clemente, I went to the Van Nuys Police station and reported to LAPD and filed a police report about Ben Stein’s child aggravation and exploitation in 1986 and 1987 to Detective
 Brandstetter and Housefelder at the Van Nuys LAPD.

When the Elijah Wood comments last year came out in the 
media I contacted Jim Clemente again after a social media post,
 and asked him if I should go to the police and file a report 
because Alison Hope Weiner (a journalist and lawyer) saw my 
comment on social media about being mentally and spiritual
ly violated by a celebrity pedophile when I was a child actor, she
 and said I needed to go to the police and file a report 
So I called Jim and asked him if I needed to and he encouraged 
me to go to the police and tell them what happened. He said if there ever was a trial on another child assault case regarding Ben Stein, I would have to testify about my experience.

I read him my statement and then went in and met with Det. Brandstetter and think I spoke to a Det Housefelder, and they gave me a copy of the police report.

I don’t know why  he didn’t tell me to go originally in 2014 when I told him about Ben Stein, I don’t think he is a bad person, Jim Clemente, I think he was busy and I have a really chaotic back story and he also gave me a quote for my book.

I don’t remember him telling me to go file a report when I told him in 2014, only that he would tell the FBI about Ben Stein.
At first I was hesitant and fearful to go to the LAPD and file an 
actual report because of the stress, risk to my new business/pet
 hotel, acting, my book, my friends and family, my reputation,
 stress, stress for my family’s reputation and also my personal 
safety dealing with a man of his status and predatory nature
 because he’s someone that stalked a 12 year old girl from a
 vulnerable, dysfunctional family.
I had finally found happiness in my life and pet sitting business
 and but because of what happened to me I knew I had to come 
forward about this horrible man and his behavior due to my
 conscience and what I discovered recently about him.

This year 2017

I have come forward publicly with his name and
 have tried to email all news outlets that he has worked for and
 also his wife is on the board of the California Children’s Law
 Center and works with vulnerable children.

I have emailed Leslie Hemioff and California Children’s Law Center where Alexandra Denman (Ben Stein’s wife) is on the board and have not heard back from them.
My sister Nora and most of my family relatives have recovered 
from growing up in a dysfunctional family, and will confirm
 what I have written and have become reputable characters and
 are productive, kind members of society.

All of us are triumphing over a lot
 of problems and are survivors of enormous trauma of
 growing up in a dysfunctional family.
I own a pet hotel and have a thriving, happy pet sitting business 
and live on an urban farm in LA and have 5 star reviews on Yelp 
for my business, Moon Dogs Urban Farm.


March 2017

So far LAPD have done nothing and not responded to my new information regarding the child photos I found tagged overseas, and they said there is nothing they can do for my case because of the statue of limitations.

Jim Clemente and I had a falling out because I called him a sellout for writing the Paterno report after I found out about it in March of 2017 and he told me not to contact him again.

I wish him the best in his health and life and still believe that Joe Paterno knew those kids were getting raped and did nothing to stop it.

The FBI and the state of Connecticut can do something to stop Ben Stein and also open an investigation. They have not responded to my repeated attempts asking for help and guidance.

I have called the FBI twice and updated them. I have not had anyone call me back or give me a case number or any confirmation or even the names of the women I spoke to on the phone at the FBI’s office.

They will not give my any information on anything at all nor have asked to see the photos I’ve found on Facebook linking to Ben Stein’s account which have since been removed since I went public about him.

Connecticut has a 30 year law of some sort of child
 exploitation law of some sort but not sure and it would have to be
 filed this year because it happened in 1986-1987

I believe I reported this in 1988 to my school counselor’s office in Fairfield, CT in the 8th grade but the statue of limitations runs out this year, 2017.  The Detective I spoke with,(female, I think her name was Serenity) in Westport, Connecticut told me this year, in Feb 2017, that I was not allowed to file a police report because no crime happened in CT, only in California and to focus on CA.

Please let me know the best way to proceed with this and 
making sure he doesn’t work with children and/or can harm any more kids.


Two people have come forward to me since I went public.
Thank you,

Morgain McGovern


Mr Oculus

mr oculus photo

Mr Oculus

I was twelve the first time I was sexually trafficked and exploited. It wasn’t in Cambodia or the Philippines or Thailand or Mexico.

  We were in Sherman Oaks, California and there were five people at the house in the Hollywood Hills.  Two of the adults were lawyers from Washington D.C and one is still considered an advocate for exploited children and is on the board of a state sponsored Children’s Law Center.

But she was there helping her speechwriter/actor husband take photos of me when I was twelve so he could add it to his collection.

I still see him on CNN and Fox News, as an economics professional and commentator, and sometimes late at night,  a commercial will flash by of him hawking eye care products.


August, 1986

The tower was sleek and black and glistened in the sun and held the dreams and secrets of many children who had been in the lobby before me.

It was a New York skyscraper next to the freeway, a Yankee tower out of place and wearing all black in the summer in Los Angeles.  The courtyard was dark and cool and a perpetual breeze came in and blew through the Cahuenga pass near us.

The tower and studios were built on the side of the old El Camino Real road, on small hills where ghosts of the Spanish missionaries (and before them the Indian tribes who had lived there since the thaw of the last ice age) still tread. Every now and then, artifacts are found at excavation sites and sometimes on a million dollar property remodel, a piece of history will turn up to remind the people of the new villages that the old tribes had been there.

The causeway brought in fresh ocean air from West Los Angeles and then blew into the small pass between the valleys. On the hotter days, the fresh and cool Santa Monica wind met with the dry and burnt chaparral Mediterranean smoke-smog air trying to escape from the San Fernando Valley.

On the top, overlooking the pass, was a glittering neon amusement park and village promenade with air-conditioned theatres and shops. Arcades and videos and restaurants beamed down below like a proud electric stage mother holding her hostage to fortune.

The slope of the freeway connected Burbank and the Valley and then lowered down as it made its way south and parts of it split off east to Los Feliz and westward it went to other parts and then merged on to old bumpy side roads near the natural amphitheater of the Hollywood Bowl and finally, it turned into the streets in the city of Hollywood.

I looked up at the sleek facade of the high black tower and then up to the sky.

The black doors of the building’s belly opened and above, the sky was a bright, bright denim amusement park blue and shone on the gleaming city on the mountaintop but couldn’t cut through the dark shadow the building threw over the fun park entrance.

Right before we went in to the black doors, the building seem to breathe us in deep and smell us.

I knew he would be in there.

Then we walked inside.


Ashbourne Tutors , The Phone Call


Songs for Little People. [With illustrations by H. Stratton.]


There are no heroes in this story. If you are looking for a happy ending where everyone ends up okay; stop reading this now.


The tingling was leaving my fingers and my toes were warming up; I was beginning to thaw out.  I had to get up off the radiator; it was almost dark and there was no place to go and I had run out of options. I couldn’t even visit Mom at the prison until tomorrow. Everything was closed or closing and the snowstorm was too cold to walk in. I had to figure something out fast.

The radiator hissed in the corner like a friendly teapot and I had been sitting on it for while and was reluctant to leave my warm spot but I had to call Aunt Erin and get help before the school closed.

The kids were all leaving their classes and going home, going to the cafe with friends, going to the library to study, going to the tube station to go home to their safe bedrooms and homes with parents who cared about them and cared about where they were.

There was a phone on the desk was by the art class, and the art teacher had a reputation for being cool. I think she knew what was going on with my situation, but she never gave me the worried look the other teachers gave me. Her class was empty and I think she was puttering back in her art studio but hopefully she wouldn’t hear me call my aunt. If I ever made it out of this, I was going to putter around too.


The coast was clear, the classrooms were empty and it was quiet, I could call Aunt Erin and nobody would hear my shame.
 I picked up the phone to dial. Aunt Erin’s company had an 800 number and I pressed zero to get to an international operator.
 “Hi, can you please dial an eight hundred number for me?” The American operator had a twang in her voice and the line was kind of fuzzy and she sounded far away.

I thought about the telephone cables under the black and cold ocean that separated England from The United States and how far away my sisters were. I waited and heard the clicks until she put me through and then asked the operator at my family’s office to put me through to their house.
 I had barely spoken with anyone in my family since I busted my little sister Erin (named after Aunt Erin) from foster care here after the cops arrested mom at our house in the country.


I took my little sister straight to Heathrow after I sprung her from temporary foster care. We had no family here that could help us. They were all back in the States. I took her to the airport as fast as I could so they couldn’t take her passport and make her stay here too to testify against my mom. Then we’d both be homeless.
 Little Erin was living with our eighteen year old sister Katie in New York and had a return ticket back home. My oldest sister Meagan lived near them and was waitressing and putting herself through community college. I should have gone with them. I had made a terrible mistake coming here with mom.


I was the only one who came with Mom to England to start a new life again. A fresh start. We were going to do it this time. All of my sisters had stayed behind in the states and moved back to upstate New York after what happened on Hilton Head.
Mom had bought Erin a plane ticket for Christmas to come to England and was trying to convince her to move to England and live with us when she got arrested and taken to Holloway. They arrested me too but let me go when my school told them I was in class when the crimes were committed.
The day after Christmas, cops came to our house out in the country and raided it. Later on we found out that while I was at school and trying to convince myself that Mom had turned over a new leaf; she had been robbing manor houses and selling the antiques she had stolen.
I knew something was up, but not sure. It always made me nervous and uneasy when I was happy and things were quiet at home because I knew from experience that it wouldn’t last. Mom always ruined it.  But this time she had credit cards with her name on them and I thought we were living on money from when her father died five months earlier. I knew it was too good to be true. Nothing happy and stable with mom ever lasted.


As soon as we moved to England and I started school, I stayed away from Mom and the house she rented and spent it at school with my new friends. I’d go to the library or to their houses after school and I’d stay there as much as I could. I liked to see how normal teenagers my age lived and I hated going home to Mom. She had rented a huge house in the country, an hour and a half out from London and there was no reason to go there; it was mostly an empty house and I stayed in my room anyway. After everything that had happened in the States, I just didn’t like being around her anymore.
 I was spending so much time at school and in London; I didn’t care what she was doing anymore.


I was enjoying my freedom from her.  I could take the train into the city and go to school and could stay away until almost the last train ran back. We had started to get into fights when I got home because she said I was never home anymore and didn’t want to be around her.
 I didn’t really have a plan, but I knew I wanted to get away from Mom and live my life. She ruined her own life and she ruined anyone who was near her. It was only a matter of time before she did something terrible, again.

 I didn’t know how to escape from Mom. She had programmed me to take care of her and protect her, and I was trying to deprogram myself, but I didn’t know how.
I didn’t know what was normal anymore.


Aunt Erin would give me an answer or some encouragement or some ideas of what to do. I needed a friend and needed to talk to someone who knew Mom’s history and how dangerous she was.
 Aunt Erin picked up. “Hello?” She sounded weak and tired. I burst into tears. It was good to hear a family member’s voice.
 “Aunt Erin?? It’s Morgain..I’m so sorry..I need help..”I was babbling now.
I needed someone to talk to who knew how crazy mom was. Aunt Erin had seen my mom arrested a dozen times, she knew how bad it was. She lived with us until I was about four. She knew.
 “Morgain, I just had a baby a week ago and I’m a mess. I don’t know if I can help you.” She wasn’t very friendly and seemed angry.
 I had forgotten that she was a mom now and just had a baby.
 “Look, I’m sorry but they took my passport so I can’t leave, I don’t have any money or a place to stay and I need help. It’s so cold outside. I don’t have anywhere to go and I don’t know anyone else to call.” I was rambling again. “I’m calling you from the school, all of my friend’s parents have tried to help but they’re freaked out and they want to know where my family is. Mom scares the shit out of them and the whole school knows she’s wanted all over in the States. I don’t know what to do.” I was heaving and breathing and trying to regulate my breath.


She spoke very quietly. “Morgain, I can’t help you until you tell me where the ring is that you stole.”
 I was stunned. “What?” I whispered. “What?” I repeated.
 “The ring you stole from Aunt Peggy’s house. I am not sending you a goddamned dime until you tell me where it is and where you sold it.” She was angry now.
 I started crying and stammering again, “I haven’t seen Aunt Peggy since we stayed at her house, when I was fifteen and we were on the way to Australia when Mom was on the game show. I never stole her wedding ring! Why would you think I would do something like that?!”
I thought for a minute and then remembered that I had seen Aunt Peggy in L.A five months earlier at the funeral, just for a day.
 “Wait a minute….Wait… I saw her at Grandpa’s funeral five months ago and she never said anything and we used her station wagon and did errands! She never said anything to me then! Why didn’t she say anything to me then?? I love Aunt Peggy, I’d never do something like that!” I would never steal from anyone, especially Aunt Peggy.
 Her daughter little Peggy was my best friend.


Whenever I went to a new school and someone asked me who my best friend was, besides my little sister, I would say “my cousin Peggy!” because she was and I knew that we would always be family and best friends. Little Peggy had always been my friend when I had none and whenever I was in a new school, I thought of her and how much fun we had at her house and that she would always be my friend so I never felt alone.
 Mom and I went to their house in the Valley for her father’s wake about five months ago, the previous August when my grandfather died. But Mom and I stayed in a hotel near her and were about to start our new life in England. We were only in L.A for a few days and we only went to the funeral and then we went to Aunt Peggy’s house for the wake. Then we went to England to start a new life.
They were all tense at Grandpa’s funeral in L.A, but that was normal because we were never a real family in any sense of the word “family”.
Family gatherings were tense because they all knew how bad it was for us.  Aunt Peggy was cautious around us, because Mom was awful to her and had been for most of her life. Aunt Peggy was great with kids and loved kids, but with us, she smiled a grim, tight smile and she seem relieved when she waved from the front door as were driving away, like she had seen a huge tornado and it had just barely missed her house and family. We were a problem too big for anyone to bear.

When I was in the 6th grade, we lived in a motel on Sepulveda for a few months and it was 3 miles from her house and we never saw her. For two months we lived in a dark and dirty motel room in a terrible area and my aunt, father and grandfather all lived nearby. Nobody ever came to visit or to save us from Mom.
 I should’ve went with my sisters when they left Hilton Head to go back, but I didn’t want to go. It was freezing and up in the middle of the woods in the Adirondack’s. We had already moved away once from Upstate to get away from the cold and poverty there.


Mom had promised me that we were only moving one more time; to a fresh start and going to use the money her dad left her to start over in England. Deep down I think I knew it was bullshit but I was sixteen and wanted to believe her. I needed a mom and was in denial. I didn’t know where else to go, my dad was abusive and I had seen him hit my mom, I didn’t want to live with him at all.

I didn’t want to move in with my Dad because he was a drunk and a mean one and also violent towards women.  I had seen my father while we were in L.A for the funeral; but only briefly. The time I’d seen him before that, on the way back from Australia, he tried to throw my mom over a balcony at his ranch while trying to strangle her and the police came and broke them up.

The freezing snow was coming down faster and I waited for Aunt Erin to speak.

I should’ve moved in with my friend Amy’s parents and stayed on Hilton Head and listened when they offered me a way out. I should’ve taken that scholarship to Hilton Head Prep when the school offered me one. I should’ve stayed on Hilton Head with people who cared about me and had offered me a way out.

At the wake for my grandfather at Aunt Peggy’s house, she never said anything to me about her wedding ring missing and she let mom use her station wagon for us to go do errands. I remember mom wanting to use her car again before we left; and she said no, but Aunt Peggy never said anything to me about a ring missing or anything being stolen.

“It’s not her wedding ring. It’s another kind of ring.” She spoke again, “Morgain, right before you guys all went to Australia, Uncle Tim was taking a nap and saw you in their room and saw you take something off their dresser and when he woke up you ran out of the room.”
Aunt Erin was was pleading with me. “Just tell me where you sold it and I can help you. We need to get it back, please, Morgain, just tell me where it is.” I could her her crying.
 I was shocked. But then again, I remembered how Mom’s family acted every time we came around. They were always angry and upset and uncomfortable because they knew we were abused and neglected and it made them feel bad. But not bad enough to call child protective services and save us from the madwoman.


“Aunt Erin, the only time I ever was in their room was to get some fancy Làncome makeup off her dresser because her daughter told me to go in there and get it for her. She told me not to wake her dad up from a nap. I swear. I wouldn’t do something like that. I’ve been working since I was fourteen. I’m not HER!!!”
 They thought I was just like her.
 That’s why they didn’t care I was homeless. I remembered that day perfectly. We were visiting Aunt Peggy’s right before we went to Australia.
It was easier for them to dehumanize me. Otherwise they would have to step in and help me. It’s easier for them to tell themselves I’m worthless.


I remembered the day I got the fancy Lancôme makeup out of Aunt Peggy’s room for my cousin.
 Mom was wanted all over in New York state so when the offer came to her to be a return champion on a game show called “Sale of The Century” in Melbourne; it was a stroke of weird luck for her. She had been a big winner in Los Angeles, back in 1984.
 Little Peggy and I were the same age and getting ready to go out and meet boys and I remember we were doing our makeup and hair and I wished to God more than anything to have a bedroom like my cousin’s and a mom who was a teacher who kept a job and home and the cops never kicked the door in.
 I loved Aunt Peggy’s bedroom. She had a little screen hole cut out for the cats to come in and out and her whole room smelled like Yardley of London roses and Crabtree and Evelyn. Aunt Peggy’s bedroom was the only place that ever stayed the same.
I started sobbing again. Aunt Erin wasn’t going to be the hero. She couldn’t be the hero. There were no more heroes left. Only people that hated my mom and the people who thought I was like her.
 “I swear to God, I don’t know where it is but I do know you have to be eighteen to pawn anything, I was fifteen then!! You can’t pawn anything when you are underage; they won’t let you!!” I was angry now too.
 I knew this because I tried to pawn something when I was sixteen in South Carolina the year earlier, to bail my mom out of jail there and the Pawnbroker turned me away and got livid and wanted to know what kind of fucked up parent would make their sixteen year old kid pawn something to bail them out of jail.


“I’ve never stolen anything from Aunt Peggy, I swear.” I was sobbing and babbling again.
I looked outside. It was pitch black and the snow was furiously coming down in the glow of the streetlights when I looked outside the windows. Down on the street, it was empty. Nobody was outside.
 Aunt Erin seemed satisfied that I was telling her the truth. “Calm down, it’s okay. I’m going to send you money. I have to go, I’m exhausted.” She said.
I could hear a baby crying.
 “Oh thank you, thank you!!” Maybe I could rent a room somewhere until Mom’s court date, I think it was a few weeks away. And then I could figure out how to find a way out of this and get away from Mom.
 “I’ll send you $200 pounds, go to Western Union, it’ll be there.” She said.
 “Thank you Aunt Erin, thank you.” I whispered in a shaky breath.

I put the phone down and suddenly I realized that Aunt Erin had never brought up my mom in the conversation or that Mom was in Holloway Women’s Prison right now for theft.
She never mentioned her felon sister who had been in and out of jails for theft for the last twenty five years. My mother bullied both her sisters; and even when she was in prison, they were still scared of confronting her.


Why they found it easier to blame me didn’t matter; it was pitch black outside and fifteen degrees and the school was closing. I needed to find a place to sleep.
 The $200 pounds she was sending would be gone quickly if I wasn’t smart; even if I could even find a cheap hotel in London that would rent me a room. Then I realized I couldn’t get a hotel room because I had no ID and wasn’t eighteen yet. The cops had taken my passport because they wanted me to stay in England and testify against my mom.


I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket. On it was a phone number my mother had given to me the last time I saw her at the prison. I didn’t want to call it but now it was my only option.
 It was the phone number of Mom’s cellmate’s daughter. She had given the number to Mom to give it to me in case I was ever desperate and needed a safe place to sleep. She had told mom that her daughter and I were the same age.
 I picked up the phone again to call the number, the daughter’s name was Amanda.


My fingers were shaking again and someone had started to turn off the lights in the classrooms. The school was closing.
 I dialed the number and then someone picked up.

“‘Ello?” It was a girl with a thick cockney accent. I heard hip hop music in the background.
 “Hi Amanda, Uhhh… this is Morgain, I’m so sorry to bother you but I’m in a really bad place. I’m calling you from my school right now and they’re closing. Your mom and my mom are cellmates at Holloway and your mom said maybe I could crash with you for a few days until I can find a place to stay?” I held my breath.
 Her end was silent.


She finally spoke. “Oy, you’re American?”
 I laughed a little. “Yes. I am.” My breath was shaky.
 “What kind of music do you like?” She asked me.
 “Anything that doesn’t make me sad.” I told her.
 “Hahaha…okay, meet me at Holloway tomorrow in the visitors’ waiting room at Noon and we can make a plan. You can stay for a few days and we’ll see how it goes. Do you have a place to sleep tonight?”
 She told me her address and it was pretty far from where I was. I thought of my friend that lived near me, near the school.
 “Ummm, Yes, I think I can find a place at my friend Hannah’s tonight. ” I said.
 “Okay, good,” she said, “See you tomorrow. I’ll be with a man named Mr. Darby, he’s me mum’s lawyer.” She hung up.
 I started sobbing again. It was a mix of gratitude and relief. I had a place to sleep. She was a girl my age and we had something in common. I had made a friend.

I called my other friend Hannah from my rich kid school. She lived nearby and her mom said I could stay one night at her place, but only for one night and I’d have to leave the next day. She told me her Mom was terrified of my situation and didn’t want any part of this.


Tomorrow, I’d go to the prison and meet Amanda and see my mom and we’d figure out a plan. For a split second, the terror in my whole being subsided a bit. It was going to be okay.
As I trudged out of the doorway from my old school into the freezing night air, I thought about the woman who I had never met who was in a prison cell, sleeping next to my mom in Holloway. She had made sure I had a warm and safe place to stay.
Maybe there was one hero in this story.

Mojave Phoenix (For Sylvia)

Desert flower rocks

You can be happy
or you can be right
my sister told me
about wanting to win
one dark night
A housewife mantra
to get though the day

But later
after the deaths
and the poisons
and my outrage
her mantra washed over me
like the Mojave

You have to respect 
that survives 
in the desert
my father told me

The searing white sky of noon
flashed light milky blue
Like Lazarus winking
The old one-eyed cat
who stared at me
from under the house
and who’ll survive us all

The mountain range
dry and still
as a rusty dustbowl handsaw
left behind on the horizon
to orient the Van Nuys pilots
who buzz by
racing their small gasoline
lawnmowers of the sky

The wind 
scatters my old scales
over scorched earth
little parts of me

flaked off, blown about
this no mans land
Lot’s wife awakening
Flakes of stone

flakes of gold

flakes of silver
baked off
brushed off
scrubbed off
raw new skin exposed

underneath the cracked sage
and bleached pavement
gathering dew
from cool spots and quiet shelters

When the purple evening finally comes
the crickets under the sage and chaparral
tune up in their ancient amour
and they start to sing to me.


Le Conciergerie Act I & II

Gargoyles Notre Dame
Gargoyles; Notre Dame.  Photos by Kimberly Lewis


Le Conciergerie
Act I

         The gargoyle winked at me.  Her twisted faced startled me at first when she came to life; and I wasn’t sure what she was trying to tell me; but then I realized she wanted to be my friend.

She had an old stone face and had seen many to their deaths; but somehow, she knew I was innocent of this crime. I still wasn’t sure why I had been arrested; but I knew it had something to do with my mother.

She ruffled her wings like she had been sitting there for three hundred years waiting for the guilty to come by so she could heckle and hiss at them. She was very excited that they had a new visitor and hadn’t seen many American teenagers.

She was small for a gargoyle, smaller than her family members who lived in the eaves of Notre Dame across the street. Her family across the street were the rock stars of French gargoyles, the big ones; you’d see their pictures splashed across postcards and artwork; but this little one was an authentic gargoyle that not a lot of people saw.  You would have to know where to look and where the real door to the staircase to the prison was, and only real prisoners of Le Conciergerie who had stayed in the her belly knew.

The good-looking blonde gendarme who was taking me through the small side door into the ancient prison didn’t see the wink; but I saw her little bat face and she saw me. She was trying to get my attention and flittered her wings a little, and winked at me again. It happened in a slowed down second; like the kind they talk about right before you die or think you’re going to die.
If you weren’t looking, she could have easily blended in with the magnificent stonework of this ancient building, but she was the guardian of the door and I saw her, because I was supposed to. The artist who created her had perched her perfectly so her face was the last thing you saw on your last day of freedom.

You only saw this little one when when you realized you were looking at the sky for the last time before you died in prison from sickness or were about to be publicly guillotined.
She stretched and blinked a few times and looked around; then she became quiet and still and morphed into a little stone garden gnome again. The cops were looking up at her when they followed my eyes and she was just a little piece of stone again.

A piece of architecture.
The cops opened the door and gestured for me to go inside.
I looked up at her once last time.

She winked at me again and nodded to the officers; to let me know it was going to be okay, right before they led me down the circular stairs to book me into the prison of Le Conciergerie.

Act II

       “Nom.”  The little French nun with the sweet face looked at me and handed me a pen slowly; like an elaborate ritual. Like getting your first communion.  The sweet faced nun didn’t speak English. None of them did and I only knew a few words in Latin and French.

I laughed softly because it sounded like she said “gnome” and I thought of my little friend above the door outside who would be very upset if she were called a gnome and probably would hiss at a nun if she were provoked.

We were sitting and the book was in front of both of us. It very large book that two of the nuns brought out and were huffing and puffing when the police had brought me in to them when the nuns asked the police to uncuff me.
The police had left and said they’d be back tomorrow.

“Zis is where we put bad girls.”  The grumpy one had said, and gestured around the ancient prison.

The cops all laughed but then quieted down when the nuns gave them a look; then they turned and left and went home to their families.
I watched as two of the nuns struggled to carry the massive book into the underground cavernous room we were in and put it on the desk.

It was a huge book that took up most of the desk; the kind you would see at Hogwarts. I had never seen a book that old or big and they wanted me to sign my name.

The book’s pages were old and cream colored and smelled like books from an antique store.The familiar smell wafted up and made me feel like I was safe.
This book was special to them and when they opened it to my page; was filled with signatures of people I would never meet but would know them in an instant if I ever did.

I took her pen and started to write.

London To Paris-On The Run

March 1991

London to Paris
On the Run

March 1991-London

Most people seldom realized my mother was insane when talking to her, but I knew.

When I was young, standing around my mother’s knees, I loved listening to her voice and watching people fall under her spell. At the time, I thought everyone loved her as much as I did. She had a smooth throaty voice that was rich yet feminine and it could turn into velvet when she wanted something.  It wrapped around you like the warm blanket of an opiate high.

With all the adventures and carpetbaggery and pills in her life; she still could keep all the lies together in that racing, manic mind and spin tales so casually when dealing with her newest victim.

Mom told tales of woe that were simple for others to understand- but her specialty was finding people with money and getting it out of them.

My mother was a master illusionist. Most people who got swindled by her would agree later on; she had a way about her.

She was witty, educated and articulate-with a genuine protectiveness for the uneducated and downtrodden.

Her face would captivate you; she had bright blue eyes of a true Irishwoman and the smooth white alabaster skin of her Mother’s Polish roots that had bewitched many a lover during her days in Greenwich Village on Jane Street. Despite being heavy later on in life, she was always considered beautiful because she carried it well.

On the day she jumped bail after several months at Holloway Women’s Prison, she called me from a pay phone at her bail hostel in Oxford. If she stayed for her court date, she said, she’d be locked up for more than a year. She told me to start packing, because she’d be by to pick me up in an hour.

Looking back now, I realize I would have done serious time had I been caught helping her escape, but, I was seventeen and thought I could save her from herself.

Anyway, I knew it was time to get the fuck out of dodge; it was just a matter of time before I caught for performing the traveler’s check scam she taught me. The con had kept me fed while I was on the streets, but it was still considered theft in the eyes of her majesty’s courts and I didn’t want to end up sharing a cell with my mother.

It was around mid-afternoon when I heard her pull up to Amanda’s apartment in a black shiny London taxi. I was rushing around, packing up the last of my shit, when I looked out of the open window, down to the wet street and saw her getting out of the cab. I dropped my cigarette with a shaking hand and stared at her.

The few short months in prison had changed and hardened her, she’d lost weight and her face was ashen. For the first time, she’d been in prison for months, not just the few days that she was used to. I had told her over and over again that the computer age was upon us, but she kept running her old scams and ended up in all the systems. I began to believe her when she told me England was trying to kill us.

“We have to go,” Mom said as she walked in Amanda’s East end apartment in Stoke Newington. She looked around at the bare living room and her eyes settled on me, she was edgy and restless. “Now.” she looked at her watch. She didn’t bother to chat with Amanda; who was by the window, smoking a silk cut.

I looked at Amanda and she understood. She and I were the same age and became friends in a strange way. Our mothers were cellmates together at Holloway.

Mom had begged Amanda’s mother to let me live with her daughter, because it was winter in London and I was sleeping on the streets or at friend’s houses. Her mom showed great compassion and Amanda and I bonded immediately.

We had a lot in common-we liked to get as drunk as we could on Thunderbird, smoke hash and laugh at the absurdity of life.

Amanda had a thick Cockney accent and was of mixed race. She wore matching Addias hoodie tracksuits and always had her hair up in a ponytail. She was Sporty Spice.  She had creamy cafe latte skin, with a spattering of freckles across the bride of her nose and her eyes were hazelnut colored with flecks of copper. She should have been a Bennetton model, but she was stuck in the ghetto and didn’t know how to get out.

Amanda had talents and one of them was being a professional when it came to rolling spliffs. She taught me how to roll quick, small ones you could puff on and toss in the bushes if a cop was nearby. Pipes were too much evidence to carry and get busted with.  Joints, as we Americans call them. Spliffs in England.

The Brits also have a different way of smoking out. When you smoke weed in a circle of friends in the U.S, you take a hit and pass it. In England, one holds on the joint for a few puffs and smokes 3 or 4 hits while everyone chats. If you pulled that shit in California, you would get your ass kicked for Bogarting the joint. Puff, puff pass, bitch. Everyone needs to get high. Now.

Oh, and they don’t have weed, grass, chronic or any of the green stuff over there. They smoke hash. And if you smoke too much or try to smoke it like grass, you will puke in a few hours.

Reality was something we didn’t like to deal with while our mothers were in prison together, so we got high. And drunk. But high during the day. We knew that if you drank during the day, you were an alcoholic. So we smoked hash.

Amanda would pull out a brown sticky square of hash and flick her lighter over the end corner of it. She would carefully sprinkle the crumbly brown hash over tobacco, which had been ripped out of a Silk Cut cigarette. She rolled it up in a Zig Zag paper and  light it. She squinted as the cloud of smoke wafted in her face.

She took a long drag of a joint and held it in as she spoke,  “Morgain, I’m just a half caste girl living in the ghetto. ” She blew it out and her eyes watered. “What kind of job can I get? I ain’t got nuffink, mate. No fucking education, no fucking money, not even me Mum.” She shook her head ruefully. She looked up at me, like maybe I had the answer.

I replied,  “At least your mum left you a house to live in when she went down in flames, my Mom left me holding a bag of shit. Pass that spliff.”

We’d dissolve into the giggles and insulate ourselves against the harsh world with laughter. The highs from the hash would take us to an innocent place where we could be like children again. She was the only girlfriend I’ve ever had that also had a mom in prison and we could tell each other the truth.

I’d smoke and smoke, taking deep long hits into my lungs, so it would fill up the aching in my chest. The fuzzy, creeping feeling that spread through my body made me feel safe.

I felt bad that Amanda didn’t have any sisters to share the misery of having a parent in Prison. At least I had my three sisters when Mom got arrested in the States. I thought about them and knew they were worried about me, but there wasn’t anything they could do. They didn’t have money to send me and were trying to stay alive themselves. And, I was too ashamed to tell them that she’d tricked me, again.

Now, Mom was back. I wasn’t sure why I felt so uneasy around her, but I could tell that she was in the dark places of her mind where not even I could reach her. My mother was gone, replaced by a strange, sinister woman with a wild, leaping look in her eyes.

Usually when it was time to run, Mom would laugh and say to us, “Let’s get this show on the road, kid!” or “You go where I go amigo!” but not this time.

I was packing my stuff in the bathroom and I caught my reflection in the mirror as I looked up from the sink. I was very pale and my eyes had a strange glimmer to them as well. They weren’t my eyes, they were like a street cat’s, skittish and not sure who to trust. Mom’s long stay in prison must have changed me too.

I said goodbye to my friend, thanking her for saving my life and from the bitterly cold London streets where I had been wandering, humiliated after I had to leave my posh school and friends in Kensington. I lugged my suitcase down the stairs and we got into the waiting taxi.

As the taxi puttered along to train station, I took a long last look out the window. When we fled from the detectives in the States, Mom told me she was going to turn her life into something good here and get a job as a writer. I had loved this city and all the hope it held for us in the beginning. Then everything had turned dark, like it always did before we had to leave in a hurry.

Waterloo station was coming up and I thought of the long trip before us. Getting out of England was going to be hard. Mom was supposed to be back at the bail hostel by now and it was getting dark. They would start looking for her soon.

Mom and I got out of the cab and headed towards the train station. She was slow and creaky from age and I turned around to wait for her. The wind whipped her grey hair up in tufts, in a comical way, like a picture of fun times from the rollercoaster rides at an amusement park. She smiled at me and I knew I couldn’t leave her. Another round in prison would kill her.

We could start over. Mom would never be able to get a job with all the police and detectives looking for her, but somehow, starting over sounded right.

Going to France would buy us some time to come up with a solution. Maybe the detectives would realize she was mentally ill and needed help, not prison.

She was supposed to be back at the bail hostel in Oxford by dusk, and it was definitely dark now. We still needed another hour on the train south to the ocean.  Then we had to get on the ferry in Portsmouth.  Somehow, we had to get on the boat without Mom getting caught through their checkpoint and sent back to Holloway Women’s Prison.

When we got to the Waterloo train station, I realized sporting events were finally good for something. The British were invading France for the weekend so see their soccer team.  A massive crowd of  rose-cheeked men from Liverpool in soccer jerseys were flooding the station, trying to get on the last trains to the ferry. The were jumpy and excited, looking for a fight and a fuck.

These Celtic men were on fire and they were determined to stay as functionally drunk as possible. They carried cases of beer under their arms and most had backpacks filled with more supplies in case they ran out on the nighttime ferry ride over.

For once, the ancient rivalry between these two countries helped women. Well, they helped two Irish American gypsy women evade the law. Thanks, soccer.

As we went into Waterloo Station, I hugged her. Then we went over to the ticket window to buy our tickets to Portsmouth, where the ferry would be waiting.

The Soup Can (A Very Greyhound Bus Station Thanksgiving)

The Soup Can
November 1991
Juniper Hills, California

For a guy who wanted to be Kerouac, he was just another shitty father full of rationalizations. Between the two evils; it was better to run.

The view from the ranch porch was a rugged sort of beauty. It was a sweeping desert beauty that only a certain kind of drunk-ass, deadbeat alcoholic father who’d abandoned his children to a madwoman could enjoy.

The Mojave sky was purple, pink with streaks of gold fading into another endless starry night. You could sip scotch and gaze up at for hours before you realized your neck was numb. My father loved to sit out in the dark, alone

He would sit in his chair and stare at the sky and the changing colors of his magnificent view and would sit still for hours. I never saw him smoke but he was a heavy smoker for 40 years and sometimes I would see a faint slow swirl of smoke from the Kool cigarettes he used to smoke curl around him, like ghosts from the bar that followed him from Manhattan to his new life and desert home in the Mojave.  Ghost cigarettes and old stories followed him and if you waited long enough, you’d see them at twilight.

The desperate harshness of the desert mirrored his face and I never let him catch me spying on him when he was outside drinking in the dark alone, but I knew he understood this land. “You have to respect anything that survives in the desert, Morgain.” He’s say and then a low “Mmmmm..hummm..” under his breath and then sip his scotch again.

Erin and I knew he would be home soon, around dusk; coming up the long dusty drive in his beat up ’79 Honda civic hatchback; mean as poison, already drunk. Most likely he would’ve stopped by one of the many shitkicker bars he frequented on Sierra Highway before getting behind the wheel to come home.

Sometimes he was in a good mood, but sometimes he would unleash his bitterness upon us. My father was an excellent pool player. He did the trick shots in the movie “The Hustler” and was Paul Newman’s stand in when they were filming.

Whatever my Dad had tried to do by taking us in after the Feds got Mom hadn’t worked. He was too far gone in his alcoholism and was abusive, horrible and sick. By the time he said he would take us in to live with him, Erin and I were 16 and 17, sick of living in motels and living on the run with our mother. And very, very angry.
We were angry at his half-assed attempts to redeem himself. Thanks for giving us a place to stay while our Mother was in prison again. Thanks for finally stepping in 15 years too late.
At least they didn’t air the show about her on America’s Most Wanted. They Feds caught her the day before it aired.
Where the fuck was he for the last 15 years when we were going to three schools a year? Why didn’t he step in before it got to this point? He knew it was his fault. He said we were like her. We were as crazy as our mother and were going to end up losers like her.\
He liked to spout his bullshit while sipping his Johnny Walker red and staring at us through heavy lidded eyes. What about him? What part did he have in all of this? How did he sleep at night knowing his children had been living in and out of hotels and on the run all of their lives?
It was useless arguing with him, he was abusive and not a nice guy.
Erin and I debated for a long time about whether we should stay with him and deal with the abuse and have a place to live, or we could move out. I’d be eighteen in a month and find a way to get my own apartment.

Our Mother taught us not to take shit from drunk, abusive men and for the first time in my life, I realized that one of the best things my mom had ever done was to leave and not raise us to see her get abused by him. Mom might’ve been a crazy con artist, but she wasn’t a woman who was afraid to be on her own.
The problem with freedom and leaving an abuser is money. It is always money, or lack of it, that traps women. My sister and I had a plan and we had money, sort of.
We had a piece of stolen jewelry that we had hidden. A gold necklace and some other pieces we had found in a stash in Mom’s hotel room in Florida before the cops came and searched the room. We were going to pawn it on the way to New York so we could get an apartment when we got to our older sister’s house. We were going to run away.
Erin wanted to go back to the Adirondack’s, to Glens Falls were Katie lived with her husband and baby Matthew. I wanted to stay in California and save money and get our own place, we could move near the beach. I was going to be an actress and didn’t want to go to New York, but Erin and I had made a pact to stay together no matter what.
We called my semi-boyfriend, Steve, and asked him to help us escape from our Dad. He knew the situation and agreed that was should get out of there.
Steve was a Marine and came to rescue us from the isolated ranch prison high above the Mojave. Erin and I had met Steve at a party with some friends we met at Littlerock High School and after attending school in the LAUSD for two weeks and I decided I was over school. After all that I’d been through in London, I just couldn’t face pretending anymore. I wasn’t going to college and I couldn’t relate to the other kids in school.

Steve had just returned from the First Gulf War and was all fucked up from seeing death and destruction over there. He had seen his own war too. And, he was a really good looking man. Tall and tan, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He was just the kind of guy I liked. A man’s man. Built, strong, handsome, tall, considerate. He was quiet and definitely grown. He was like a cop or a fireman. These guys had seen action. He liked me and it was fun to have a guy to hang out with and drink beer and we had gone out a few times. And he had a white Mustang.
He came to Dad’s ranch and gave us a ride to the Greyhound Bus station. 
 The bus station in Lancaster with deserted when we arrived and we had packed light. Erin and I had packed hastily, with a small suitcase each and we’d left most of our stuff behind at our Dad’s. We’d just get new stuff later, we needed to get out of California before our dad realized we’d run away.
The November desert wind sent chills on our bare arms. The big silver beast of a bus was idling, ready for the next adventure. Erin got out of the Mustang first so I could say goodbye. I looked at the bus station and thought about going back to the ranch.

After going to 28 different schools and saying goodbye to friends, I realized not to get too close to anyone. He was a Marine and military guy, he had seen things too. Guys that have been through war were guys I got along with. We understood each other.

“Everything’s going to be fine once you get to your sister’s house.” He said.
I smiled and gave him a long kiss. He was a good kisser.
That was the last I ever saw of him. I called our mutual friends a year later to find him and call him. I learned he’d driven off a cliff one night and died a few months after I left. Either by accident, PTSD or on purpose, it didn’t matter. He died and I never got to see him again.
I opened the car door, the cold desert wind hit me. I hoped the bus would leave before my Dad came pulling up, forcing us back to that prison of a mindfuck he called home.
Erin and I only had $20 in cash and it was going to be a long ride to New York. We had to make it last. We needed to pawn that gold necklace but Thanksgiving was two days away and we needed to get out of California, fast. Dad would be home soon.
We got on the bus and in two days, we were in the Midwest. We woke up at 6am and looked out of the window, there was snow and frost on the ground but we had forgotten to get out our jackets in our suitcases under the bus. Erin and I huddled together in the back of the Greyhound and looked out the windows at the cars going by and small town life.
We saw big towns and little towns go by, cars full of families and happy people, driving to see their relatives and have huge feasts and relax in their living rooms. Thanksgiving decorations fluttered and Christmas decorations were going up.
We were beginning to get hungry. We checked our cash stash and recounted it. We each had exactly one dollar. We went back to sleep and decided we would pawn the necklace in Chicago and get some food. I was seventeen, but someone would buy it from me if a pawn shop wouldn’t.
By the time we got to Chicago, we realized it was Thanksgiving day and nothing was open. We were scared and the gnawing hunger in our bellies was becoming a dull ache that we were getting used to.
We’d be in New York by tomorrow night and Katie would pick us up in Albany, so we had 24 hours to go, if the bus didn’t break down or we didn’t get stuck in snow, the other passengers told us.
We finally got off the bus for an hour break; and I couldn’t believe how cold it was inside the bus terminal. We were on a mission to find a pawnshop, and Erin and I went outside the bus station to find a pawn shop that might be open on Thanksgiving.
The air hit us first, like an icy blast of warning, as the doors from the terminal opened. When we got outside, it was so cold the wind bit through our souls. It was colder than London in winter.
The wind blew through the tall skyscrapers and made an eerie sound. It was like a deranged animal in a trap howling in your ear. The streets were empty. It was Thanksgiving Day. People were at their warm homes with their families. I thought about my Mom’s sisters and her sisters and my cousins and their families.
I bet they were eating turkey and onion soup and watching the Macy’s parade.
Erin looked at me and the wind was howling. We couldn’t walk a block in this weather, we forgot our fucking jackets and our stuff was under the bus and the driver had taken off for an hour. Erin shouted to me over the rush of air, “It’s fucking freezing! We have to go back inside!”
I looked at her and laughed, “Run!!” and we both hightailed it back inside the Greyhound bus station, where it now was suddenly warm and toasty inside compared to the iciness of downtown Chicago.
We trudged our way through the emptiness of the weird green light of the bus terminal. There were a lot of homeless people were snoozing on benches and some were reading. The Libraries were closed today. It was too cold outside for anyone. Even crazy people.
We were still shaking from the cold as we walked up to the vending machines and we were trying to decide what we were going to eat. We still had our dollars.
Erin wanted Tomato soup. The old machines were full of crappy looking old junk food with faded wrappers and mostly empty.
The florescent light above us cast a greenish glow over the glass.
We could see our reflections. Two young starving girls in a bus station in Chicago on Thanksgiving. No coats. No food, no money. Family blown apart. I tried not to think about it. How did we end up here?
There was a small Campbell’s soup can with a peel back lid in that old rusty machine, but it looked dented and old. I saw her eyeing the soup. There was a microwave nearby.
“Don’t get it, it looks old” I told her. Always the older sister.
“I want something hot and this is going to be good.” she said.
I looked at the soup can. It was small and the label was faded; it was also the last one.
“Dude, just get the snickers bar. Chocolate doesn’t go bad.” I said.
She gave me that funny look that means she’s not backing down.
“I’m getting the hot, creamy, tomatoey soup and it’s going to be good. We can share.” She looked at me, smiling.
I plunked my quarters in first.“ Okay, I’ll get the snickers and we’ll have soup and dessert.”
The first bite was good, but I wanted to make it last. We’d been living on mostly fear and cigarettes for the last 2 days. This was a different kind of starving.
She plunked her last quarters into the machine and pressed the buttons. Out popped the soup can.
She grabbed it and pulled up the ring and pulled back the tin lid.
Inside was a moldy mess of green and brownish liquid. She stared in disbelief, but not me. I knew fate was out to get us. She jeered at me in my head. You think you can outrun me?
We were stunned and defeated but when we got on the bus, we snuggled in our seats in the back of the bus and shared that last little candy bar. We tried to make the best of it. We were still together and still sisters and still safe from our Mom and Dad.
One Snickers bar to share for the rest of the ride to New York. It was going to be a long 24 hours. One more day and we’ll be safe with our older sister. One more day and we’ll never have to feel this way again.

Jim Clemente quote for book May 2011 This is when I was working on the show Criminal Minds and emailed him a copy of my book proposal which * I think* had the Birch & Steve story and the Ben Stein story in it. But I think he knew when I started on the show in 2007 my Birch & Steve and Ben Stein story when they called me out of the blue and gave me a job on the show.

Jim Clemente quote for book May 2011 for my book and my literary agent was Jill Marr at the Sandra Dijkstra literary agency.

This is when I was working on the show Criminal Minds and emailed him a copy of my book proposal which * I think* had the Birch & Steve story and the Ben Stein story in it.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Criminal Minds called me in 2007 and gave me a job out of the blue.  They called me and said I fit the description for a stand in for the actress Kirsten Vangsness on the show and had me come in and audition.

They also gave me a part in 2008 for an episode called ” Catching Out ” which was partly based on the Golden State Killer / EAR ONS

I did not know at this time that Birch & Steve were serial killers I thought they were just scummy guys and nobody could find them and they fell off the radar and were homeless or dead.

I think I may have included the Ben Stein story in the book proposal that I sent him which he gave me a quote for but I am not sure. I definitely told him about Ben Stein and Birch & Steve Davis in November 2014 and have the texts and emails to back it up.

I also told him I reported Birch & Steve to the LAPD in 2009.


Jim Clemente 2011 quote for book copy I think he knew when I started on the show in 2007 my Birch & Steve and Ben Stein story when they called me out of the blue and gave me a job on the show.

March 2010 LAPD Van Nuys Police Report Annoying phone calls This report is for when someone was calling my house telling me he was going to kill me in March 2010. I went into the station and filed a police report. Apparently it’s still open, according to Linda Hernandez at LAPD Devonshire Oct 2019 when she gave me my 5 active case numbers that are still open.

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They also got the details wrong in my report regarding my 2009 police report.


March 2010 LAPD Van Nuys Police Report Annoying phone calls This report is for when someone was calling my house telling me he was going to kill me in March 2010. I went into the station and filed a police report. Apparently it’s still open, according to Linda Hernandez at LAPD Devonshire Oct 2019 when she gave me my 5 active case numbers that are still open.

Updated Declaration Summary of my LAPD police cases November 2019 RE Ben Stein / William Birch Davis / Steven Dale Davis / Terry Rasmussen / Joe DeAngelo/ Paul Otto Davis et al



Here is the declaration I wrote in November 2019 regarding my active child sex crime cases at the LAPD

My 2009 LAPD Devonshire police report Detective Rene January took my report. I came in to the station in Oct 2019 and gave them a 2 hour updated statement with Officer Swihart & Officer Lopez in person. They have not sent me an updated copy of the new information I gave them.

Detective January Police front card 09 30 2009 birch and steve child rape lapd devonshire September 2009 crime against child interview crime report


Detective January Police back card 09 30 2009 birch and steve child rape lapd devonshire September 2009 crime against child interview crime report



Full 2009 request for confidentiality LAPD Birch & Steve Davis child rape report Morgain McGovern Katie McGovern


Full 2009 LAPD Birch & Steve Davis child rape report Morgain McGovern Katie McGovern 1


I updated the details of my assault & my supplemental report in Oct 2019 with Officer Swihart & Officer Lopez in person I gave them a two hour statement.

When I first filed this report I wasn’t sure if my flashbacks were real and I didn’t want to give them all the details of what happened I just wanted to make sure where Birch & Steve were and if they were dead or not.

2009 is when they should’ve solved this case.


Mental Health treatments PTSD Soultenders, Dr Conley , et al PTSD August 2019

Mental health PTSD file conley Kaiser Ellen Bersch soultenders

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Mental health PTSD file conley Kaiser Ellen Bersch soultenders


Click link above to read my mental health file.

Here is when I went to a therapy group called Soultenders and they said I needed care they couldn’t provide.

LA County mental health in San Fernando Valley on Balboa Blvd was prescribing me Seroquel which I was taking for PTSD  & to help me sleep because I was so terrified from going to the police LAPD and FBI with this story.


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Amnesty International Letter about my FBI & LAPD cases RE Ben Stein / Birch & Steve Davis / Rasmussen / DeAngelo coverup

Amnesty international letter about FBI & LAPD


Here is a letter I sent to Amnesty International asking for help because of my Ben Stein LAPD FBI cases and my William Birch Davis Steven Dale Davis Paul Otto Davis Terry Rasmussen Joe DeAngelo cases