Classic Collision Atlanta and Fighting Back #2

Posted on 16. Nov, 2017 by in Classic Collision Atlanta

written 5/22/12 a.m.

The last time I saw Manfred Kammerer (Dec. 29, 2010), nearly four years into this fiasco, I asked him if he was willing to finally admit to me…that he had done nothing but use me for three and a half years. Three and a half years was the time frame in which sexual relations took place between Mr. Kammerer and me. He placed my hand in his, kissed it on the back and stated, “Soon to be four.” This is the same man who became enraged, moments prior, when I told him that I understood why he couldn’t give me gave money. He had just purchased his Sandy Springs body shop for $3.6ml. I can only surmise that Mr. Kammerer thought it was my duty to be his personal sperm bank but, what it took to maintain the facility was none of his concern. I spoiled that man within my means and was treated like something he might scrape from the bottom of his shoe. I didn’t want him. He preyed on me, knowing that I am the type of female who gives 1000%. He is the type of male that tells people whatever he thinks they want to hear, to get whatever he wants from them…then threatens their lives when they finally figure out that they have just been raped…at least that is what he did to me. Most people would keep quiet, when a man of his wealth might threaten them. Well, I had/have nothing to lose…and I’ll be damned if I was going to be stripped of any sanity I had left, as the stress from this nearly killed me.&nb sp; This is not the point. You should not be reading this. This should NEVER have taken place. This is not a just another story about a married man who cannot keep it in his pants. This is about an employer who preys on females who work for his company. Mr. Kammerer raped me, and then repeatedly abused me for four years. Remember, Sandusky and Madolf didn’t inform their victims and neither does Manfred Kammerer. For four years straight, my life was an absolute train wreck. I guess the fifth year zI lost was an added bonus. Maybe he is generous…in a very sick manner!

On 5/29/11, I wrote a flier and began passing it out in Atlanta, GA. This had now consumed nearly another half year of my life. I was suicidal, hated men, was extremely emotional and couldn’t seem to make ANYTHING work in my life. I was more lost than ever. Looking back now, I feel that I wanted to help other women who may be experiencing this in the workplace….the birth of Flier #1.

Please note that my first flier did not contain Mr. Kammerer’s name. Please enjoy…


Victim of a Sexual Predator #1; 5/29/11


I’m a female who has lost the last four years of her life to a sexual predator. This predator is a body shop owner and former employer of mine . This man sexually harassed me for a year on the job until I slept with him. He was warned repeatedly before, during and after the affair, that it was something that could destroy me. I was at a very vulnerable stage in my life and could not afford to lose my job. I suffered economically, mentally and physically. In fact, the stress became so bad at one point that, I thought I would end up in a wheel chair due to back pain. The day I told this man to take my phone number and stick it where the sun don’t shine, 65% of my back pain went away! Coincidence? I think not!

I was coerced into a sexual relationship with a man who wouldn’t allow me to do more than answer the phone at his business, wouldn’t help me when my car died, continually promised to take me on trips and do special things for me that were never delivered, refused to give me money for gas or food when I had fallen on severely tough times and threatened my life when I mentioned sharing how wonderful I thought he was, with his wife. Abuse like this is enough to push one to the verge of insanity …especially when this man is worth more than most of the people you know, put together.

It’s amazing that this man characterized me as a crazy bitch. Of course, if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard a man call a woman a crazy bitch…I wouldn’t be standing here passing out letters, that’s for sure. So why did I stay? In my opinion, getting rid of a sexual predator is much like trying to get rid of cancer. Not having health insurance and other recourses to cure this illness, it seemed incurable. That’s what predators depend upon, targeting women who are destitute. He used my need, kindness and generosity as a weapon. He bled me dry, like a leach.

I am a beautiful, funny, kind, intelligent and talented woman who was trapped by a man who didn’t care if I was eating cat food under a bridge… the same man who agreed that he’d have his son-in-law’s legs broken if his daughter was ever treated this way.

If you’re a man and you’re thinking “That’s a man for you”…how proud you must be to be a part of a species that goes around treating YOUR MOTHERS, SISTERS, NEICES AND DAUGHTERS THIS WAY. If you are a woman, perhaps this has happened to you. Please be supportive of other women you may encounter, who have experienced something similar in their lifetime.

I have spent the last few months speaking to the Police, the EEOC, The Labor Board, attorneys, women’s rights organizations and other government agnecies, trying to get someone to help me in my situation. The sad thing is sexual harassment is as common an occurrence as brushing one’s teeth. Even worse, I could get better assistance if I were an illegal immigrant, a criminal or if I were married to this monster. To the employees, who behaved as if they were genuinely concerned for my welfare, I thank you for your kindness. It will not be forgotten. To the others, who acted as if they’d be more impressed with watching a topcoat of varnish dry on a coffee table…God gave me too much personality…I’d be happy to share it with you, if that meant no one else had to be exposed to your behavior.

I know that you’re dying for me to tell you who the culprit is. Unfortunately, it’s not illegal for a man to treat me like a tampon, use me as his personal sperm bank, threaten my life, watch me deteriorate emotionally, physically and financially due to his behavior, or make me his sexual victim. However, it is legal for him to sue me for slander if I tell you his name.

I appreciate your taking the time to read my story. “Was it as good for you as it wasn’t for me?” While some people are dirty, rotten, stingy, greedy scumbags, I on the other hand believe in sharing the wealth. Please pass this letter on to someone else who may benefit from it.

4 Responses to “Classic Collision Atlanta and Fighting Back #2”

  1. Exposed

    18. Aug, 2012

    They are not videos they are screen caps from a conversation where you did in fact specify that you where never raped. Turn your html on and you will see it.

    Your specific words where “the man never did force me against my will. The heartless asshole refused to help me with my medical bills, or loan me money. I needed those things.”

    Lets brush up on the definition of rape.
    Rape: forcing another person to have sexual intercourse

    So seeing as you where never actually forced to do anything(your words not mine) you where never actually raped. Which makes you no not a rape victim but a disgruntled gold digger who never got paid for her services.

  2. Exposed

    10. Aug, 2012