Rix Roundree-Harrison
Psychological April Fools’ Checkmate
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Every spring I endeavor to learn to do something new. I call this annual seasonal event my mental health “Spring-Fling.” One spring I decided to learn fencing and became a swordsman. Another spring I learned to grow and cultivate my own roses. This spring I’m learning to play chess. Chess is a game of strategy, long term planning, positioning, evaluation and decision making. According to some members of the local police, I should pick up chess easily as they think I’m good at devising strategy as I’m always strategizing ways to put the child & cop killing monster Michael Anderson in jail.
Though he’s committed many murders Mr. Anderson was still not in jail. He is currently under house arrest in a transition/halfway house. He has a monitor strapped to his ankle to keep track of his movements. But even under house arrest he’s disabled the ankle monitor and committed many crimes, including murder. I strategized a method to get him out of the transition/halfway house and into a jail cell. My strategy would involve a little something known as a citizen’s arrest.
Many times, Mr. Anderson has told me he would kill me to keep me from putting him in jail. I researched citizen’s arrest and discovered a citizen could perform this act if their life had been threatened. So, on March 5th I alerted the police that I was going to perform my citizen’s arrest of Michael Anderson at 9am on the morning of March 6th for threatening to kill me. At 9am I was outside and across the street of the transition/halfway house home of Mr. Anderson. I’d alerted the police that I was there and that they should come and I would deliver Anderson to them. A Henrico County police officer arrives. But instead of helping me, he tells me that “Mr. Harrison, there is no such person as Micheal Anderson. But since you insist that there is, you’re delusional. I’m taking you in for a psychological evaluation.” I was cuffed and shackled like a criminal. This is important – I was not arrested. This action by that police officer is called a TDO or temporary detention order. I was literally scooped up off the street and taken to the psyche ward of the veteran’s hospital as I am a vet.
The officer who placed me under the TDO was a friend of Michael Anderson. I would learn later that Mr. Anderson was afraid I’d be successful with my citizen’s arrest and had his police officer friend say I was delusional. They hoped this would get me locked away in a psyche ward and out of their hair for months or possibly years. Oh, why did this officer do this to me for Mr. Anderson? Well, as I’ve written before, Anderson is a child molester who pimped out his own children. This officer, who TDO’d me had had sex with Mr. Anderson’s children. So basically, Anderson told this officer “Get rid of Mr. Harrison or I’ll tell the police you had sex with my children and you’ll go to jail.” So, the officer did as he was instructed by Mr. Anderson and, scooped me up under a TDO.
As I mentioned, I’m a veteran and the VAMC is my medical provider. They have my complete medical history. In my medical history, there is there is no history of violence or delusional behavior. Actually, my VA psychiatrist said I was doing so well, I was released from their care in October 2025. My VA doctors knew I wasn’t delusional and that there was nothing psychologically wrong with me. While in the psyche ward I received no medical treatment. Why? Because there was nothing wrong with me. So, for the 3 days I was in the psyche ward I ate, watched TV and read books. It was like a quiet relaxing weekend getaway. But me being me, I decided to watch and observed how this whole psyche ward thing worked.
I’ve no idea why the other patients in the psyche ward were there. One did tell me he was there because of a history of drug abuse. I watched the others who were all obviously medicated. Many seemed to be living in another world inside their head to escape a reality. Some seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. The psyche ward staff knew there was something different about me. First, they freaked out when each morning, they saw me wake, drop to the floor and begin my morning exercises. After breakfast, the patients were asked what were our short-term goals for that day. All the patients said the same thing. Their short-term goal was, “To get released from this place.” The patients were also asked how did we sleep, how did we feel, how was your appetite. Again, all the answers were the same. None of them slept well, or didn’t sleep at all. And as for how they felt, they all felt terrible. None of them had much of an appetite. Every morning I was the odd man out. I told them my short-term goal was to read a book from their library, I felt wonderful, I slept well and I was always hungry. One morning I said, “I feel superb. What time is lunch?”
I’m curious about stuff like procedure and policy. So I put on my, “This is how this place would operate if I was running it” hat. As I mentioned I observed my fellow patients. One morning I became concerned with a despondent patient. He said to me, “I wish I were dead.” I immediately swung into caregiver consoler mode. I told the patient that was no way to talk. I told him he wouldn’t be better off dead. I explained that long ago I felt as he felt. I’d wanted to end my life, but I was glad that I failed as my life got better and his would too. I told him to have faith. Then after speaking with him, I immediately went to the nurse, informed her that this guy was talking wanting to die and they should keep an extra eye on him. I helped a patient with vision problems (he couldn’t read the small print of the menu) prepare their meal plans for the day. I would be helpful wherever I could.
Micheal Anderson. I told you he molested children and prostituted them. Anderson had been running a child prostitution ring since the early 1990’s. That’s a long time and a lot of customers. Here’s what happened when I was checked into the psyche ward. I inadvertently discovered that the in-take person who initially checked me into the psyche ward was client of Mr. Anderson’s. How’d that happen you wonder. While checking me in, the in-take guy asked specific questions. He asked what brought me here. I explained the whole Michael Anderson thing and told him, “I was trying to get Anderson out of the police transition house and into a jail cell.” The guy said the strangest thing. He said, “How to you know it was a transition house? It could have been a halfway house.” Surprised that this man challenged me on this I replied, “Transition or halfway house? What's the difference? It's a house that transient people with mental or criminal problems transition through in order to make their life better.” With a shake of his head, he acknowledged that was true and let it go. He then asked if I’d had sexual relations with Mr. Anderson. Aghast, I said, “No!” and added, “Michael Anderson has AIDS!” The guy’s eyes open wide with surprise, and he froze for a few seconds. That info had obviously caught him by surprise. From his questions and his reactions, I deduced that this man knew Michael Anderson. I would later learn from the police my deduction was correct. This man not only knew Mr. Anderson but had sex with one of Anderson’s prostituted children. My point with this is I’m showing how prevalent prostitution can be in a community. Based on my assumption of the psyche ward employee, I sat in my psyche ward room and compiled a list of the types of people who would partake in Anderson’s prostituted children. The list was mostly blue collar, skilled or unskilled, paycheck to paycheck people of color, whose job were in the service industry. They were hospital workers, sanitation personnel, OTR truck drivers, mail carriers, hospitality workers, warehouse personnel, temp workers, food service workers, people living on welfare/SSI and men recently released from jail. Believe it or not, the police wrote down my list, and I’m told they began to act on it and seek out those who had taken part in the prostitution of children.
I was never worried about being too long in the psyche ward. I was confident I’d be released in no time. Then came my meeting the judge to determine when I would be released. The judge who didn’t know the whole story, made his reaccommodation based on the false info received from the police officer who TDO’d me. The judge said he believed that I should remain in the psyche ward for further evaluation as he believed I was delusional and there was no such person as Michael Anderson. I didn’t worry as I knew someone in one of the local police departments would step in to help me. Many law enforcement personnel stepped in to help. One was an officer I did not know, an Officer Atkinson. This officer contacted the judge told him I was not delusional as Michael Anderson was quite real. After learning this from Officer Atkinson, the judge is now pissed off because he realized that he’d been played and lied to. Judges don’t like to be played or lied to. Upon learning the truth from Officer Atkinson, the judge released me the next day.
Now if the police hadn’t come to my aid, I had a back-up plan. To prove I was not delusion I would get a message to the judge and tell him to contact Henrico County Child Protective Services and Central State Psychiatric Hospital. Both have files on Michael Anderson. In their files the transition/halfway house is listed as his home address. This would prove that I was not delusion and Anderson was real. But because of the intervention of police officers like Atkinson, I didn’t have to use my backup plan as they got me released. Of course, I’ve profusely thanked all the police officers who came to my aid. If any of those officers are reading this, I thank you again.
Yes my citizen’s arrest was a risky move that almost backfired on me. I was deemed delusional by a judge. But due to the intervention of police officers like Officer Atkinson, my risky move turned out to be a good strategy. It brought to light the fact that Michael Anderson was real. When the judge who’d thought I was delusional found out the truth, he ordered an investigation not only into Mr. Anderson but also the transition/halfway listed as his address. There are 12 beds in that house. The lied to judge wants to know why the other 11 people in the house never turned Mr. Anderson into the police. Before my release from the psyche ward, I had to promise my doctor I would not do another citizen’s arrest. He said that risky move could have cost me my life. He's right, Mr. Anderson could have told his police officer friend to kill me. So, I promised my doctor no more citizen’s arrest, as that was indeed a risky strategy.
I was prescribed medical marijuana in 2020 when I was diagnosed with cancer. It did wonders for me helping with sleep, appetite and controlling the hot flashes that were a side effect of the meds to combat the hot flashes. During my stay in the psyche ward the doctors and I discussed medical and recreational weed. I get two differing views/opinions on this from the staff. They all told me that though weed is legal, being they are federal government employees, they cannot condone the use of marijuana. But other staff members disagreed. Some believe in the positive results that weed can deliver to physically ill patients. We all discussed how the pharmaceuticals want marijuana taken off the federal government’s drug scheduling list as they believe there many illnesses marijuana can alleviate. So weed turned out to be an agree to disagree conversation for both sides.
It’s interesting, it appears to me that in the life of every African American person, at some point racism rears its ugly head. I saw it in the psyche ward. Most of the psyche ward staff were African American. The care they gave the patients in the psyche ward was outstandingly excellent. But just because they were Black, I witnessed white patients belittle, denigrate and insult them. They were called niggers, stupid, ignorant, lazy etc. The amazing staff took the insults in stride. They didn’t respond angrily and continued to dispense optimal care to hate filled racist patients. Maybe it was the patient’s mental health that brought about these racists’ outburst. I don’t know. But whatever the reason, it never stopped the staff from giving these patients quality care. I was proud of how they handled the racial abuse thrown at them. But they should never have had that happen to them just because they were Black.
I love movies. While in the psyche ward I wondered about movies about people, like me, who were put in the psyche ward on purpose for revenge. Two came to mind. Angelina Jolie’s Changeling, a true story in which she is institutionalized in the psyche ward in the 1920s. The Los Angeles police had grown tired of her complaining about them to the press about her missing son. They tell her to stop complaining, she doesn’t, so she’s TDO’d into a psyche ward. Then, there’s the movie musical Hairspray. In that film the character Tracy Turnbald, played by Ricki Lake, is TDO’d because she’s fighting for the civil rights of Black people. The mantra of Tracy Turnblad’ supporters was “Free Tracy Turnblad!” In my psyche ward room I made that my mantra too, “Free Mr. Harrison!” You should check out these psyche ward related films. Both of them are excellent.
Because of my citizen’s arrest move, the police said like a chess player, I was a good strategist. This made me smile because I didn’t know how to play chess. Though I’d been taken in on a TDO, my citizen’s arrest strategy got many in the police force involved in my plight. In the end, these police officer, along with the angry judge, were all going to see to it that Michael Anderson was sent to prison to await his upcoming murder trials. I was pleased to learn that later this month he will be on trial for the murder of two of his children. I've been told that some of the things I've written about Mr. Anderson in my Writer's Block posts will be used against him at that trial. Now with a judge and the police behind me, I intend to strategize Michael Anderson straight into the death penalty and lethal injection. If I succeed, I guess that would be considered a checkmate?
As I said, every spring I try to learn to do something new, something I’d never done before. I was looking into projects to take on this spring. I thought about buying a telescope and learn about the cosmos. I thought about getting a more powerful computer, some AI software and create AI generated artwork. But after I heard the police say I was good at strategy, this gave me the answer of what to learn this spring – learn to play chess. I didn’t know how to play chess and that became my Spring-Fling project 2026.
Speaking of strategy, President Trump is strategizing reinstating the death penalty nationwide to execute violent 1st degree murderers like Michael Anderson. Mr. Anderson killed 100+ people. I see now that if the cop & kid serial killer, Michael Anderson, had been given the death penalty back in 1975 when he killed his father, all those he killed since would be alive today. All my life I was an opponent of the death penalty. I thought it cruel and inhumane. Thanks to Mr. Anderson that’s all changed. Now I whole-heartily support the death penalty for violent murderers. I’m going to do my part, via my Writer’s Block posts, to help President Trump with reinstating the death penalty nationwide. So join President Trump, I am, in his quest to reinstate the death penalty. Here’s President Trump, in his own words, advocating the death penalty:
My mental health Spring-Fling for 2026 is to learn to play chess. What’s yours? If this is difficult to decide because you can’t shake the winter doldrums that can influence your mental health, please contact the wonderful folks at any of these organizations:
988 SUICIDE And CRISIS LIFELINE: Dial 988 or 1-800-273-8255 or 988lifeline.org
SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) or samhsa.gov
NAMI (The National Alliance on Mental Illness) Helpline: Monday - Friday, 10 a.m. – 10 p.m., ET: 1-800-950-NAMI (6264) or info@nami.org
Lesbian Gay Bisexual and Transgender National Hotline: 1-888-843-4564 or help@LGBThotline.org