Introduction to the USPS

Introduction to the U.S. Postal Service

In the early 1990’s, I drove trucks long haul across the United States carrying all sorts of items. You name it, I probably hauled it. One of my cargo deliveries was to a Post Office in Maryland. I had a trailer full of packages being shipped by the USPS. Most, if not all, of the packages contained radios, TV’s, and other electronics purchased from retailers & manufacturers. It need not be said, because it is understood, these packages needed to be handled carefully. Agreed? Well, not according to the USPS in general and a mail handler in particular.

I arrived at a distribution center in Baltimore, Maryland, and backed my trailer up to an open bay door at the loading/unloading docks. The 53 foot trailer was packed full from front to back and from floor to ceiling with packages. In order for me to reach the top at the ceiling, I looked in the warehouse for a ladder or step stool. A Black woman in a Postal uniform asked me what I was looking for. When I told her, she said I didn’t need anything like that. She would show me how the truck will be unloaded.

She pushed a conveyor belt up to the back of the trailer, climbed up on the edge of the conveyor and reached up to the top—and pulled down a number of packages that fell on the floor of the warehouse and end of the trailer, some spilling on the conveyor, but most missing. My jaw dropped in shock.

That’s electronic equipment,” I exclaimed! “You might have broken half of them, now!”

“If they don’t work, they’ll send ‘em back,” she said. There, reader, is the quintessential Postal Service worker attitude. She couldn’t care less about the packages, what was inside, or what she might have just broken.

Imagine the disappointment of the recipient. Their package, their order, has finally arrived, and they hurriedly open the package, perhaps to give as a gift or for themselves. If it was to be a gift, imagine the disappointment of the gift recipient and the giver when it is discovered the thing doesn’t work, and shaking it reveals some parts being flung about inside the item.

Now the people have to contact the seller, arrange to ship the item back, and wait, perhaps weeks, for a replacement to arrive. In addition to the loss in time, there is the financial loss to the seller and, subsequently, the manufacturer. All this loss of revenue and personal disappointment because some careless, unconcerned Postal worker didn’t have the integrity to handle the packages with care.

This attitude was also true inside the individual Post Offices, as I found out a few years later when I was hired as a Letter Carrier. There are basically three types of skills in a Post Office: the Letter Carrier, the Mail Handler, and the Postal Clerk. The public has more contact with the Letter Carriers than with the other two. The only time the public has contact with a Postal Clerk is when they have to do business at a window to ship or purchase items.

Rating these skills like a totem pole, the Letter Carrier, who has the most contact with the public and is an icon In the Postal Service, is at the bottom of the pole. Within the Postal Service, Letter Carriers are considered a necessary evil and are treated as such. Letter Carriers are the dogs, the slaves and are abused emotionally and, sometimes, physically, as was the case with me when I was employed as a Letter Carrier in San Antonio, Texas.

The remainder of this document is the true story of the appalling treatment I received, the corruption, the conspiracies, the lies, deception and the intense racism that is standard procedure within the San Antonio Postal District, and with the full knowledge and support of management all the way up to the Postmaster of San Antonio.

How mail is handled is also revealed in this document. Probably 95% of the population of the United States has no idea what goes on behind the walls of a Post Office. This document is meant to educate people about how terribly corrupt and inept the Postal Service really is.

I use real names, because I really don’t care what happens to me. Let the Postal Service sue me. Let the people I name in this document sue me. I really don’t care. What I do care about is exposing the truth about the Postal Service and the vendetta against me; even the conspiracy to remove me that included supervisors, station managers, area managers, even the Postmaster himself.

No, this is not a fictional story. It is the truth, and I have documents and eyewitnesses to support this story. Given how intense the conspiracy was against me, I even feared for my life after revealing that I was going to publish a book about my experience and naming names. I told supervisors, managers and at least one area manager that I was going to publish a document. I even informed the Postal Inspection service. I even met with an FBI agent in downtown San Antonio about a conspiracy within the San Antonio District, but the FBI agent referred me back to the Postal Inspectors, which is like telling a security guard about the iniquities of other security guards. The Postal Inspectors did nothing.

This story may seem incredulous to some, maybe even to many, but as God is my witness, this is a true story. If you know a Letter Carrier, ask him/her about their experiences. I have asked Postal employees all over the country by using the Internet. My story is not unique. I am only unique in having the courage to publish it to the world.

About Thomas C.

Disabled American Veteran, Conservative, divorced, animal lover, former professional photographer, undiscovered comic, Italian (and a romantic one, too).
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