There is little that I detest more than a willing victim. I think the only thing that offends me more is the abuser that first batters and bruises the victim, and then, when the victim leaves, beats them down even more mercilessly until the victim gives up the fight and goes crawling back, just to make the abuse stop. They can’t take the pressure, might even be close to the point of taking their life, or of self harm. Or faking self harm, for the attention, but that’s another story, for another time.
Since I’ve been crusading against Tabetha Jones and her ongoing string of scam publishing companies, I’ve met and become friends with a good few of the authors that managed to liberate themselves from her clutches. I’ve been happy to text or pm with them on a regular basis, happy to encourage their dedication to continuing with their writing endeavors. I love it when a survivor of abuse stands tall and carries on.
Then, some time ago, there was a mass Exodus of former victims running back to join forces with Tabetha again, including Jacqueline, Katrina and whoever else. I’ll be honest. I almost folded up ship and quit the whole scene, completely disgusted that these people would knowingly, WILLINGLY go running back to the person that treated them so horribly. Come to find out they were dedicated to bringing Tabetha down from within, to gaining her trust and getting evidence that they could use to finally make her accountable for her crimes. And they did. They gathered invaluable evidence that has been crucial to bringing her inner workings to light, how she formed the company in her birth mother’s name so that she could avoid paying taxes seek those years. To hear tell, she never once paid taxes for Mystic press or Phoenix fire. Anne how she uses PayPal for her business finds so that she can bounce money around different accounts and spend it from there, our stash some of it in an account in her kid’s name to hide it from the IRS that way.
They also brought Tab’s personal information to light as well, her drinking and drug use, with more than one of them takes of being on the phone late at night with her so wasted that her daughter, who sleeps with mom because she didn’t have a room of her own, picked up the phone and said that mom had gone to sleep (passed out) and couldn’t talk. They told the story of Tab getting so wasted on Absinthe that she saw a green fairy. And they recounted times when Tab behaved so inappropriately with male models on shoots that they refuse to work with her anymore, offering, or trying to, straddle them, propositioning them and behaving like such a general ho-bag that they won’t work with her anymore. Same thing with male authors she had signed. Several of them got fed up with her either propositioning them, making lewd, crude, slutty statements and acting like such a whore they walked out on her, too. Her reaction to that was to accuse other female authors that had left her of doing the same thing, of sending naked or inappropriate pictures to make authors, propositioning them and trying to break up their marriages. THAT’S why those men left that company, she’ll tell you. Because this person or that person acted like such a slut. Then, to follow that up, Tab got on the phone with their husbands or boyfriends, telling them that their woman was having an affair, carrying on and acting like this sleazy whore. I know of at least one marriage that ended because of that sort of drama, and the estranged wife blames ME for it, citing this blog as the callous home-wrecker while the true mastermind sits cackling because she managed to dump the blame for her actions on me, her favorite pastime.
Her second favorite, but related, hobby is putting pressure on these former victims, usually using this blog to do it. They’re my sock puppets, She’ll say, a phrase I coined to describe her minions which she stole because she couldn’t have an original thought if it walked up and shook her hand. She’ll blame THEM for what happens on this blog, calling them the reason so many lives are being ruined, siccing her minions on them for “doing my bidding”and making their lives so miserable that they can’t handle it anymore and jump ship. Some crawl away with their tails between their legs, never to write another book or be heard from again. But some, incredibly, go running right back to the person that abused them in the first place, then abused them even more until they joined back up with her to make it stop. She’ll still abuse them. They know that because they’ve been through it before. But I guess in their minds, less abuse is better than what she heaps on them when they leave her. Plus, she praises them for “doing the right thing” running home to mama. Not because she cares, she doesn’t, but because that’s how the classic sociopath keeps her willing victims in line, treating them like shit, then doling out just enough praise to make the abuse worth it. Then abusing them some more. Think of a battered dog that gets kicked every day, but wags it’s tail happily the few times it gets patted on the head. It’s the same thing.
Seeing these willing victims step forward and apologizing for exposing the truth about such a loathsome fraud turns my stomach. It really does. That truth has helped dozens, even hundreds of authors avoid falling into the same trap. They’ve thanked you for it. They’ve thanked me for it.
I’ll be honest. Seeing the recent tendency of former victims to run back to Tabetha, apologizing for telling the truth about her to earn their way back into her good graces, seeing them pick right back up right where they left off, making up one fake name after the next to post on blogs, creating a host of blogs with fake names for her to hide behind, it gave me half a mind to pack up and call it a day. Why the fuck should I fight for people that aren’t willing to fight for themselves? Fuck THAT.
But then I thought about those hundreds of people who avoided getting snared in a scam because of the brave people who have stepped forward and let fly the truth. I thought about the free people that I’ve met and consider dear friends because of this blog. And I thought of the innocent, eager new authors out there that might still fall into the clutches of that reprehensible con artist. They’re worth fighting for. The good people who have stood tall and continue to tell the truth, they’re worth fighting for.
I’m not going anywhere.
If you’re one of those that jumps back and forth over the fence because you’re too weak or wishy-washy to stand up for yourself, piss on ya. I am not here for you. I’m here for those that care enough about what’s been done to them to stand up and make sure it doesn’t happen to anybody else. I’m here for those that fight against the abuse that still gets heaped upon them. I’m here to fight for those that have the guts to fight for themselves. I’m here to help make sure that nobody else falls victim to that viscous cycle, those that just want to write and have their voices heard in the world.
I’m here to do the right thing.
If you’re not on board with that, go ahead and hit the door. Go make up a bunch of fake names and make a bunch of fake blogs and let that fraud hide behind you. Go ahead and take the fall for her when she throws you under the bus. You know she will. She’s done it before and will again.
Go ahead and wag your tail when she pats you on the head between kicks.
I’m going to keep fighting for what’s right.
Authors that have been saved, authors that will be saved in the future, authors that deserve a chance to make it and have your voices heard, to have your dreams realized and not trampled, you’re welcome.