For personal reasons my ex-husband and I turned some of our properties into former felon/Person Forced to Register (PFR) housing. We call them people who are forced to register rather than using derogatory labels to describe them. I knew eventually I would have some issues from people who judge harshly, but I have been a landlord since 1995 and I am already hated or viewed by many as an instant slum lord, so my skin is thick. Bring it on. I have three college students living next door to one of my former felon houses. They are all PFR tier one and two only. One of the mothers of one of the college students texted me “Hello. This is ________. My daughter rent a house beside at ________ . I see you also rent the house beside them. Are you aware there are [derogatory label]s living in that house. There was an incident tonight where a guy was standing naked in the window playing with himself. The cops have been called. I am not real comfortable with these [derogatory label]s living next door to my daughter. I want some answers on to what is going on at this residence next door ?????” She then sends me a picture of the PFR list with that property address.
I called my guys and I asked them if anything I should know is going on. I explained the text. Turns out there were only two guys home. One gentleman can barely walk without extreme help and the other was in his room speaking with his case worker. It is a six bedroom house. No one else was home. All the others work 50 to 60 hours per week. The police never came because the mother was lying. There was no such issue. The two gentlemen that I spoke with, where now scared to death. I had to let them know. I told them if the police show up, don’t answer the door and call your probation officer or supervise release officer. ( I do both Federal and State ). Then to please call me. I felt so bad. They each have an assigned officer to them. They are constantly stopping at the house randomly. All my guys in this house are good people who only want to move on with their lives.
I don’t take well to demands from that mother nor anyone else. This is what I wrote back this morning after taking a pause and gaining my composure. “Good morning _____________, if the girls feel unsafe, they can move out and we will void the lease. Addressing your text, we have not heard of any incidents on our regular line nor our emergency line. Please let us know what you wish to do. You may reach us via text or email. Thank you.” I have not heard from anyone just yet, this has just happened. I am ashamed that I instantly thought one of my guys did something wrong. This lady judged and so did I. I am not angry with this mother. She is in protective mode. Now as the day progresses, I realized that I must stand by what or who I believe in. I will do my best in the future to not judge. My head and heart told me nothing happened, but I had to find out and for a few minutes, I thought to myself, wow maybe they did. I don’t have a conclusion to the outcome yet, but I just wanted you all to know to pick what and who you believe in and die on that Hill. I was tested and failed. But there will be a next time and I won’t automatically jump to conclusions. Any advice on how this was handled or what I could have said?