A Link between White Surpemacists, Human Trafficking and a Series of Unsolved Murders

Frank Marzitelli, Human Trafficker and Killer

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Introduction and Background Information

Before you begin reading this document, you need to understand the basic assumptions behind this document. I encountered a person who engages in human trafficking, or modern day slavery. For women, human trafficking frequently means being broken down to be an unpaid and abused prostitute. For men, human trafficking usually means having someone use or profit from the free labor of a person who is owned as a slave.

In the cases of women enslaved in the sex trade, the traffickers entrap women through offering economic opportunity, entry to the United States for refuges and immigrants, marriage, or other ruses to entrap women against their will into slavery.

Immigrants are frequently targets of these schemes but human trafficking does not just happen to immigrants. American citizens who are female are just as frequently victimized as immigrants. Traffickers who seek out American women will use gang rape, severe trauma or entrapment to break down a woman to where she can be controlled.

Regardless of how a victim is entrapped, usually the victim is targeted for not other reason than they can be and this is done to economically benefit the criminal who controls these victims.

It is never a matter of a victims willingness in these instances. Traffickers use deception, violent, extreme abuse or any other method which will work to make the trafficker a profit.

Human trafficking is a worsening problem. Maybe it gets ignored because people assume it only happens in foreign country, or that human trafficking merely refers to bringing people across national boundaries.

Maybe a better term to use is modern day slavery. No matter what you call it, it is the same thing- people who use whatever means they can to get a human being to work for nothing so that the "owner" of this person can get money and power.

The man who attempted to coerce me into slavery, brags in a document he wrote that owning slaves elevates "one's social status," though the reason for why this person would say this seems unclear.

Even United States citizens are at risk for getting trafficked. When it is accounted for how extreme violence is used against victims to break their will, you could argue that many people are not immune to this exploitation.

I think it is important for people to be aware of this problem. This helps in terms of deterring crime and protecting people from exploitation.

Lack of awareness creates the perfect medium for this crime to persist.

I had the misfortune to have human traffickers who knew of both my economic situation and of my being disabled, isolated and disenfranchised from autoimmune disease. I, unfortunately, in an effort to survive, spoke with women in my same predicament at the homeless shelter about our predicament when human traffickers were present.

At the time I had no idea that what I was doing was dangerous because I was completely unfamiliar with the problem of human trafficking. Even with the man who attacked and stalked me, I knew something was wrong with his intent, but I could make no sense of what the actual problem was.

I made the mistake of being overconfident in thinking that if there was danger I could outwit and survive this person. I had no idea as to the extent of the danger I was in. Namely, my perception of this individual with criminal aspirations was that he was just some hobo.

I had no idea this person had huge social and political sway in this area. So my miscalculations in regards to him cost me dearly. Still, I legitimately had a right to have some confidence in myself. I actually did come from a dangerous city myself and had survival strategies which had worked sufficiently in the area which I hailed from.

However, all the abilities I had and "street smarts" I possessed were from an area which didn't have a huge human trafficking problem. Given that this problem was alien to me, I made numerous mistakes in how I handled myself there in St. Paul.

Post facto, when it was too late, I understood that to survive human traffickers involves keeping any fact about you which makes you vulnerable, private. Silence is golden when it comes to combating human traffickers.

I also failed to recognize just how organized and well backed these criminals who human traffick can be. I had acquaintances when the events I describe occurred who knew this reality better than I did. One person actually admitted in a vague sense that to come out and fight those people out in the open was a recipe for failure.

Unfortunately for me, this person knew exactly what was going on, but was unwilling to confront the offenders directly. Also he failed to call it human trafficking outright. I still don't know the purpose his vague descriptions of the problem. I can't tell whether he supposed I was familiar enough with human trafficking to interpret his subtle hints about it accurately or if he was afraid he'd get in trouble if he called it this outright.

Either way, three weeks before I fled that shelter for my life, this person, Greg, did give me enough of a clue about it all for me to guess the problem. Still, by then it was too late for me to be able to act to protect myself.

So, yes, I did figure out after the fact it was human traffickers who were manipulating me and the other women at that homeless shelter.

Autoimmune disease
Autoimmune disease primarily effects women. Due to biases which are sort of sexist in the medical profession women will frequently not get the treatment for these conditions. The outdated attitudes about women not being able to tolerate pain and being overly emotional still exist today, and unfortunately have bearing on our access to pain control.

I'd moved up to Minnesota with the goal of getting superior medical care here. I have received just this, but this did not come without putting me into a situation to which I may never fully escape from.


It has become of utmost importance to me to research fully the extent of my trafficker's activities in both trafficking and other areas. I hope that this work will help other people.

I know I am dealing with a wholly evil and sick man. After my nightmarish experience with him, nothing I have since learned about him and his possible activities really surprises me all that much.

Human traffickers use techniques to control their victims. Human traffickers use physical violence, threats to harm or murder family members, rape and gang rape to traumatize women and men to the point they are broken. Once such a level of traumatization sets in, people lose their sense of who they are.

Trauma lends people to emotionally shut down. Emotions are what motivate human beings, more than thought. If you cannot feel anger, you cannot mount a defense in your own behalf. If you cannot feel love or trust, your bonds to other people also suffer. Emotions are just as much a part of what makes us human, as thought, reasoning, or intelligence.

Also, the ability to feel fear and manage it suffers at the hands of severe trauma and fear does serve to keep us away from danger. Never mind that fear sometimes appears over situations which don't merit it, but usually only after trauma does this become an issue.

When trauma occurs, I don't care who you are, the event seems unreal and separate from reality. Our emotions bind us to reality. Human traffickers know this so what they seek to do is shell shock their victims quickly and violently.

Maybe I actually fared better because I'm good at keeping a clear head in crisis and translating my fear into action. Still, I almost got taken, got disappeared. Worse, my adversaries haven't given up. I wonder if they ever will.

A human trafficker also tries to learn all they can about their victims to control them or will transport them around the U.S. and even into foreign countries so their victims become separated from support networks.

Human traffickers frequently seek out women who are new to a particular city or of whom are away from home on vacation. It is easier to find a woman who lacks social support and other necessary resources.

Also, it is easier for the human trafficker to talk about their victims when a woman lacks people who can vouch for her.

These facts certainly played a role in what happened to me. Due to the circumstances I detail below, a human trafficker posed as a friend to me, showed me around a city I had just arrived in and tried to learn all he could about me for nefarious purposes.

It seems that my willingness to assist a sexual assault victim at a shelter me and the victim stayed at, made me the focus of this effort to harm and control me.


I will describe now the circumstances where I offered assistance to that sexual assault victim at that shelter, since this seems to be what made me a target.

When I first came here to the Twin Cities, I met a man named Frank Marzitelli. He offered to show me a bike co-op he supposedly did volunteer work for.

I wasn't really interested in going down there with him. He seemed a charlatan, and carried himself like a salesman. That put me off of the idea of checking out the bike co-op with him. I repeatedly said "no" to the offer and went about my business.

That was until things started getting weird at the shelter. A friend of mine Jennifer was sexually assaulted at the shelter by a man named Thomas Cloud. She told us, her friends which consisted of me, two men who ran a bible study and Pat, a woman with fibromyalgia, her daughter, Joanna who had fibromyalgia and another woman, Pat who had chronic fatigue syndrome and Sjogren's syndrome, all of the above being autoimmune diseases.

The two men from bible study were older. One was Greg, who actually was aware of the strangeness going on at that shelter, and for the most part generally helpful.

The other was some odd guy who never bathed, name Tim. When Jennifer was assaulted, we all tried to help her. We told staff but they didn't call the police, nor did they kick the perpetrator out of the shelter. We kept pressing to have something done. I suggested calling the police.

They were called out but the perp wasn't arrested though he was a registered sex-offender. The police said they needed one of our phone numbers and they would call back. I had my phone going for 3 days, but I had a crappy AT&T pay as you go plan because there were no Cricket stores in the Twin Cities. Jennifer's phone wasn't working then either, so the call was missed. We all said she ought to get a protection order against Tim.

After we called the police, the shelter finally kicked the man out but it was only for 2 days. It started becoming apparent nothing would happen. Since really no one was helping and Greg had to take up the slack. I got in the center of it all since I expected justice to be pretty straightforward. Not like it ever is in Minnesota, I just didn't know that then.

Now the Pat with fibromyalgia started hanging out with that strange guy Tim. Greg knew something strange was going on there.

Greg eyed Tim's behavior suspiciously, likely for good reason. It turned out that Tim was friends with Frank later on. Tim was pursuing some sort of sexual funny business with Pat, which involved taking advantage of her untreated fibromyalgia by getting her pain pills.

Also, Jennifer, Greg and I began to question Tim's fantastic story in regards to his wife's death. I looked him up online, during the thick of all those events. I found an article about his wife's death. Tim said he and his wife he claimed had a suicide pact, and took a bunch of pain pills, but he somehow lived. I showed it to Jennifer, Greg and Joanna but not Pat. She was in Tim's thrall.

Even the story told by Tim of his wife's death in the paper didn't seem plausible to readers of the story online when the incident occurred. Tim said he took 90 Vicodin pills and still lived. Greg kept saying no one takes that many pills and lives. The readers of the story weren't buying it either.

About this point, things got really weird. Tim prior to this posed as a friend to me too, but had actually interfered with me getting into a room I wanted to rent by stealing a business card I had with the contact number for the building manager of the building.

After I dredged up that article online regarding his wife's death, Tim kept following me around, staring at me and otherwise trying to intiimidate me. This is also when Frank shows up in a big way. Frank offered to help out with the mess and it turns out he was friend's with Tim.

It was as if they were playing "good cop, bad cop" with me and when Frank pretended to help me and Jennifer, he actually showed up to protect his buddies and monkeywrench us getting Tim and Tom in trouble. Greg observed, without getting down to specific details, "They are playing divide and conquer with the women."

Greg never accounted for who he meant by "they" but he had the sense to back off at this point. I think he got these individuals and what their business was and knew enough not to openly challenge these people. That was sense I didn't have.

During all of this, Joanna tried to help Pat. At around the point I had to flee the shelter because of Frank and the threat he posed, I heard the last time I spoke to Joanna that someone had offered Pat a place to live outside the shelter, but that person came to demand she pay rent with sex. Joanna said that drove Pat to try to kill herself and when I was there that day, Pat was still at the hospital recuperating. She did manage to seriously harm herself.

I feel bad because I had to walk away from friends to save my self. I've been told I did the smartest thing I could have done and still I don't like that I did that. I don't cower, I certainly don't abandon friends. I know it was too dangerous. At that point Frank had already harmed me and nothing short of saving a life could drive me back up in harms way. Still it makes me mad because it was all their strategy in the first place. I was played. We all were.

In hindsight, I very much had the impression that something was really, really rotten with that shelter. In unprecedented fashion, it did not kick out a resident who'd sexually assaulted a woman. Later, that other women I knew down there was invited by someone at the shelter to move in with them. Then it came to pass, the man who'd invited her in to stay for free was demanding sexual favors in return for the rent. This woman was kind and intelligent and this situation drove her to literally trying to kill her self. I've since heard that shelters are places human traffickers here gravitate to. My experience indeed shows this to be the case.

Frank's tendency to talk about very, very odd things. One example was how he talked about how he was ¼ black. Frank is obsessed about this and this isn't too strong of a word. Frank is seemingly not proud of being black.

He criticizes African Americans frequently. Yet if you confront him about how what he's saying is racist, then he will claim that he can't be because he is ¼ black. Such absurdities can lead you to think of him as just a really confused individual. This was a mistake for me to assume this. It's a mistake for anyone to assume this about him. Until you know the truth, and how twisted his truth really is, then his odd rants have a direct tie to reality; a reality he's eager to confuse people about and for good reason.

Frank is an individual you have to do your homework on as a result of his dishonesty. Pieces of this puzzle have tended to get solved by relying upon sources other than Frank's own words. For example, someone told me that a year before I knew him, in 2010, he was a skinhead.

This piece of the puzzle was enlightening. Franks strange anomalies like wearing suspenders under his clothes, which he called, "workman's suspenders" began to make sense finally. I was able to do something with this information, once I had it. I figured he was a racist skinhead, but I knew next to nothing about the specifics on how he was able to be a racist skinhead and part black. I figured his usefulness maybe outweighed his background.

If you knew nothing about skinheads, the idea of a part black skinhead is preposterous. However, when you learn that there is a group of skinheads in Chicago called, "The Chicago Mafia Skinheads," and according to an email antiracists exposed online and that they allow someone who is ¼ black even though they are racists, the mystery disappears.

Truth is funny in that the greater your knowledge base, the easier it is to find truth.

I find myself in an ongoing project to figure this man out in order to maintain my freedom- literally. I had problems to contend with like harassment from other people than just him. I had to learn why this was. I had to learn how he became so skillful at psychological warfare through email. I had to learn how he learned to construct those emails that got me nowhere when I showed them to police. I had to learn why a diverse crowd in St. Paul was willing to do his bidding. I had to learn what made him so mind numbingly cocky that he felt he could describe his activities (albeit loosely) in a book.

I'm still seeking out these answers and there is no choice for me about this. Unless you can explain clearly why something is happening you will get no help in solving the problem. So I had to do my homework and read about human trafficking. Initially I didn't know what that was, nor did I understand the implications of the problem I was facing. All I can say is that it may have saved my life to put the time into this that I did.

I knew Frank had help; that he wasn't working alone. I had no idea who was helping him or why. Gangs seemed the only possibility. However, I knew nothing of gangs. My city thankfully doesn't have much of a problem with them. I had little to go on as to whom he could be working with. Aside from some tattoos and geographical locations he took me to on our bikes I had nothing to go on.

I knew there were two gangs in the metro St. Paul area; one was called, "the East Side Boys," and the other the "Selby Siders." The problem was that he took me on bike trails in both easterly and westerly directions in St. Paul. One day while I was riding along a trail on the east side of St. Paul I saw a sight that bothered me. It was a gang type man riding a bike along with a female, who was younger than him and pretty. She also looked scared and the man overly confident. Regardless, if it was just innocent or not, I became very, very attuned to my surroundings in this area. This was further along that trail than Frank ever took me. I also noticed some graffiti along the trail, although this portion of it was in an area that was clearly suburban.

I took a good look at some of it and then went home and went online to see if I could identify the gang in charge of the area based upon graffiti alone. This I thought would help in other ways too, like knowing what areas to avoid. This turned into a project in and of itself. There is not a lot of information about regional St. Paul graffiti out there.

One day by typing "images of Selby Sider" graffiti into a search engine I found myself led toa different website than one providing information about gangs. This website pertained to a problem of unsolved murders in which the victims were found drowned in various areas. I happened to be looking at a discussion which was in mid flight about the disappearance of a local man named Dan Zamlen. This page mentioned the Ford Street Bridge. I already knew that place. A bike trail dips right under it. Frank took me riding along that bike trail one day. Frank also camps out at night along the river in various spots going west from St. Paul into Minneapolis. I rode that trail once on my own after dumping Frank and was scared I'd run into him the entire way. I was particularly wary of the Ford Street bridge because I was mindful of Frank using that River Road trail and on that day I saw a gang member type walking down its steps when I was alone there and the visibility sucks along the trail there.

Honestly, I didn't expect much to come from reading that. The trouble is that the link to the image was strangely absent. This turned into a futile search for graffiti links, but nonetheless I learned that these pretty residential areas that Frank took me too do indeed have a side to them that is not nice. I never thought of these areas like around the bike trail as nice, ever, because of Frank. In that way I had the advantage of being a traumatized outsider, in that I've learned not to accept anything at face value in the Twin Cities.

I read more about the Dan Zamlen case and then what started as gang homework turned into me becoming stunned at how this man just disappeared one night out of the blue. I read discussion of dropped phone calls, futile searches and the chilling discovery of his ultimate fate. I kept thinking, "its got to be a gang—whoever did that did graffiti and what sort of ordinary person, even a serial killer, keeps spray paint on hand?"
I kept reading and when I got past the point they were talking about Dan I started back at the beginning of the comments section at page one. Right on page one I saw someone making a crazy statement I heard Frank make numerous times to me verbally and in his damned book—that "being ¼ black makes you black in society's eyes."

Except this particular Frank-sounding statement was online in a long discussion about a number of drowning deaths that in my mind were simply too suspicious for at least me to buy the line that they reasonably could be accidents. Frank always bemoaned that his barely black lineage mattered in some substantial way to the world around him. He doesn't even look black, so I never got what the big deal was for him about this.

I figure like so much about him, there is a specific reason behind it, namely that he is from Chicago, was a skinhead, still is a racist and there is a racist skinhead group in Chicago that although they posture at being anti-racist local antiracists have much to bring to the table to say otherwise. This isn't stuff a normal person can even hope to guess at. I could not guess at it either and it is even stranger that that I learned of the Chicago Mafia Skinheads from that blog on the drowning murders. I do have friends inantiracists groups and have been an activist so I was able to do more with knowing what tools and resources are out there. I found an article about the liberated diary of a Chicago Mafia Skinhead named Scott Erik Kriske. In this document, there is a part where Kriske is explaining the rules for membership in the Chicago Mafia Skinheads. This document on its second page said the requirement to join their racist group is to be at least 75% white.

Activists and members of South Side Chicago Anti-Racist Action have unearthed conclusive information that the Chicago Mafia Skins are racist, sexist and violent. Just like Frank, white supremacists try to pretend that they are just peaceful people and not violent. Maybe the idea is that if you are something so blatantly evil, you need to twist and sugarcoat your activities so people do not take action to stop your activities. Genuinely peaceful people do not need to launch public relations-type damage control measures such as trolling the internet to interfere with people drawing their own logical conclusions. With dangerous groups or people, it is entirely another matter. I think I should stress that white supremacist groups frequently engage in trolling one left leaning forums and discussion groups.

This being the case, I wasn't surprised to article I read about John Haley, a Chicago Mafia Skinhead who drowned an Asian fisherman and given the nominal charge of manslaughter for this simply because he was intoxicated when he did it. This man had a history of racial violence and had attacked an Asian fisherman before, so this sentence was pretty light.


The man who tried to break me down to traffick me also made many threats about what would happen if I helped this other girl. Also, he and others did other things to play "divide and conquer" with the women there as one acquaintance explained it.

Later this acquaintance who warned me about this also mentioned Frank had "taken me out (on a bike ride) to exercise me." Knowing nothing about human trafficking at the time, this sounded like a very strange thing for anyone to say. This is maybe why I think it is so important to become educated on this issue.

Human trafficking profitable, so human trafficking is a rapidly expanding problem. Right now, ordinary street gangs are abandoning the drug trade and participating more and more in this crime. Presently, already established street gangs, like Crips, Bloods and Vice Lords, have been apprehended and arrested for human trafficking activity. This activity is quickly replacing drug trafficking activity among ordinary street gangs since easier to get away with than drug trafficking.

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