John Paul Mac Isaac - American Injustice

A LIBERATIO PROTOCOL BOOK

An Imprint of Post Hill Press

ISBN: 978-1-63758-684-6

ISBN (eBook): 978-1-63758-685-3

American Injustice:

My Battle to Expose the Truth

2022 by John Paul Mac Isaac

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All people, locations, events, and situations are portrayed to the best of the authors memory. While all of the events described are true, many names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved.

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To my mother and my aunt Kathy

For raising me and keepin g me safe.

Contents

O ne seemingly minor and random computer repair job upended my world, turning it into a nightmare. I never expected that I would become a central figure in a national security threat involving a wealthy and powerful political family, or that the government I once believed in, the government my loved ones had served and fought for, would turn its back on me.

Beginning in April 2019, when Hunter Biden brought three damaged Mac computers into my repair shop, I sought only to do the right thing at every step. And at almost every step, I was met with skepticism, suspicion, and even death threats. I feared for my life, not just in the face of angry strangers but in the face of a hostile FBI.

Intelligence agency directors turned on me. Friends and community members turned on me. Even my customers turned on me. My business might never recover.

And I will never feel completely safe while the world at large continues to see me as an enemy. So this is an attempt to set the record straight, to show that my actions regarding the incriminating laptop were all done in the interest of protecting our great country. That I tried to follow the proper protocols although there was no guidebook. That Im not a spy, a Russian hacker, a liar, or an evil person coldly motivated by politics.

If you see something, say something, were told. I did see something, and I did say something. I was vilified for it. Hopefully, this true recounting of events will restore my good name and my feeling of personal safety.

Read it and judge for yourself.

October 13, 2020

Its ten minutes until closing, ending another slow Tuesday at The Mac Shop, my computer repair shop in Wilmington, Delaware. I refuse to close early, in case a customer comes in. Tuesday used to be my busiest day of the week; Id be buried in work. Now, with business about a quarter of what it was before the COVID-19 pandemic hit, I find myself buried in YouTube videos about World War II aircraft instead.

I cant really complain, though. Business has been picking back up since the lockdown was lifted, and unlike many people I know, I never lost my job or had to close. Many of my clients consider me an essential service worker, and Ive stayed open for themeven though most of them have been staying away for months now.

I love my shop. Its a twenty-by-forty-foot ground-floor retail unit on the back side of a little multilevel shopping center built in the 1980s. The group of shops is in Trolley Square, about two miles west from the center of Wilmington and home to bars and restaurants as well as stores.

Ive put a lot of work into my place, replacing the vomit-colored linoleum with weathered wood-look planks, adding a collection of vintage Apple products affectionally named The Mac Museum, bringing in an eight-foot palm tree for a splash of color. Framed posters of old Apple products and ad campaigns now adorn the pale gray walls.

The back holds a service-and-storage area. The waiting area at the front has an Apple Geniusinspired bar in light pine laminate with five seats, plus a large gray leather couch. The bar is void of equipment now except for my collection of smaller Apple gadgets displayed at the end. In the past, some days I would be lucky to have a few feet of open countertop to serve new customers. I miss the days when iMacs were lined up front to back on the counter like Rockettes.

When things were busy, I often sat behind the counter behind the seventeen-inch screen of a MacBook Pro. Id have to locate the store phone by sound instead of sight, and getting my hands on a the right screwdriver could be a challenge.

Behind me on the wall that divides the customer-facing part of the store from the service-and-storage area hangs a fifty-five-inch flat-screen TV. Originally used for training and demonstrations, its now more a conveyor of Netflix and YouTube videos. Tonight, my back is facing the TV as I watch videos on a smaller screen, optimistically keeping an eye on the door.

The phone suddenly jangles, pulling my attention away from the video. I lean back from my screen and sigh deeply, thinking, What kind of service is someone expecting to get so close to closing?

Mac Shop! I say cheerily into the phone.

Hello, my name is George Mesires. Im a lawyer for Hunter Biden, the voice says.

The world freezes. It feels like an eternity before my heart starts beating again.

How can I help you? I finally respond, calmly and clearly.

My client dropped off some equipment, maybe a laptop, in 2017, and were checking to see if youre still in possession of it, the man says.

My thoughts flick back to December 2019, when Special Agent Mike DeMeo of the FBI gave me instructions for what to do if someone ever came looking for Hunters laptopwhich was now in the FBIs possession.

Stall them. Tell them its in another building and you will retrieve it the following day, Agent DeMeo told me. Text me and Ill return it to you in twenty-four hours.

Now I tell George, Normally, we dont hold on to equipment that has been abandoned for that long. I have an offsite location for all of our recycled and abandoned equipment. I can check tomorrow and let you know.

Then, cool as a cucumber on the surface, I try to get something in writing too.

Just so I know who I am talking to and that youre allowed to represent my client, can you email me your contact information? I ask. I provide my email and tell him Ill contact him tomorrow.

Im feeling like Im handling this wellmaybe the adrenaline is fueling my confidencewhen he says, So are you still located on the back side of Trolley Square? My heart sinks. Before, when George said Hunter had left the computer at my shop in 2017, I thought, This guy is two years off and cant remember a thing. It was 2019. I might still get out of this somehow. But when he mentions my location, my hope quickly fades and is replaced with fear. I look toward the big windows at the front of the store and realize how exposed I am.

I give George the store address and again tell him Ill look into the abandoned equipment. He thanks me for my time and hangs up. I run around the counter, pull down the blinds, and lock the door. Then I pick up the phone again and call Robert Costello, a lawyer for Rudy Giuliani Ive been working with.

Hey, boss, I just received a call from a man claiming to be a lawyer for Hunter. He asked if I still had the laptop. What do I do?

Not much to do, Bob replies. That ship has sailed. I repeat the conversation with George back to Bob and ask, How did they find me?

Its standard procedure before an article goes to press that those involved would be contacted for a comment, he says. The New York Post would be running a story on the contents of Hunters laptop the next day.