Thursday, October 29, 2009



The Tragedy of Dawn McSweeney

The first time I said "No" to my niece Dawn, the toddler cried. My sister, Debbie, forbid me to speak another word. "We do not say 'No' to Dawn. Ever!". When I heard Dawn, then a young teenager, spitting vile insults at her parents, I protested. Debbie accused me of being "old fashioned" and she and Dawn's father, Ed, warned me to mind my own business.In her early teens, Dawn knocked her father flat on the floor. And in 1992, Dawn struck another teenager with an iron bar. I was visiting when Dawn returned home after using the iron fence post to hit a school mate. She came into the house dancing! celebrating! She was elated. She boasted about what she had done - blow by blow ! She had set out to get him and she did. Her parents approved ! Dawn had the right to express her feelings and the boy surely got what he deserved. I protested. I was told that if I said anything more, I would no longer be welcome.

In 1993, I was diagnosed with cancer.
In 1994, I was baptized. That infuriated Dawn!

Widowed and ill, I went to live with my own parents in Montreal. In 1995, I caught Dawn's boyfriend standing in my room surrounded by my boxes and cases which I had stored there for years. I felt threatened, but I assumed an easy manner, and asked why he was there. "Dawn told me to wait here for her." he said. "Please go downstairs to the living room and wait there with my mother," I said. "I don't blame you, but it isn't right for you to be in my room.


In an instant, Dawn bolted from the adjacent bathroom in a flying rage and began cursing. I didn't see her face. I only saw her mouth moving. I didn't hear her words. They cut right through me. They were not information: They were something else - Fathomless hatred. Blades wet with venom. A dark, life-consuming whirlwind. Electricity! I was left standing - rigid, empty and breathless - like Lot's wife!

At the beginning of October, 1996, Dawn suddenly moved into my parents’ home where I had been living for two years while recovering from breast cancer. Dawn and her boyfriend - known only as “Alex” - (my mother said she didn’t know his family name) moved into the bedroom adjacent to mine on the second floor of the cottage. Upon their arrival, Dawn started removing my clothes from hangers and dropping them on the floor, replacing them with her own clothes. She put my toiletries on the floor and replaced them with her own. Dawn and Alex slept on a pile of camping gear and blankets on the floor. Suddenly, the house was rocking with blasting music! I was scared.

But the worst part was that the new tenants were smoking something in their room that made me nauseous. No one else smoked in the house. I was terrified of fire. I put a battery into the smoke alarm in the hall and slept in my clothes for the next few days. It was an alarming few days.

On October 5, 1996, fearing that Dawn would pilfer, I made a new and detailed inventory of all my belongings in my bedroom and in the room next to it where all my boxes and valuables were stored - many since the 1980's. "The safest place in the world, " my parents' home - I believed.On October 7, 1996, I was suddenly attacked and robbed of everything of value that I had, everything I had worked for all my life, every cherished thing left to me by my husband.

Fighting to hold onto the phone, I called 911. The police helped the thief ! I was escorted out the front door by the police and warned never to return to the house. I was rigid, trembling, breathless, in shock ! The police left me alone in the street, cold, homeless and destitute. Everything I owned was left in the hands of Dawn McSweeney along with the lives and property of my aged parents.

To this day, the police have failed to recover my possessions and Dawn and her associates are still free to enjoy the benefits of my precious belongings with impunity.In the summer of 2007, I discovered Dawn McSweeney’s blogspot on the internet:

It reads:

grasping at intangibles

Dedicated to partners in crime and kindred spirits.

Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.


The police cannot say "No" to Dawn. They say they are bound by laws that protect criminals. Police have told me that, as a victim, I have no rights. Debbie’s lawyer threatened me with a law suit if I persisted in telling people what Dawn did. When I phoned the lawyer and said I would be so happy to have the case heard in a court of law, he slammed down his phone.

Dawn stole everything I had. I have nothing left worth stealing. Furthermore, telling the truth is not a crime, it is a command: "Expose the deeds of darkness" ( Ephesians 5:11). Am I afraid? Of course I am. You may want to hear about what Debbie and Dawn and their “Partners in Crime” did to me in June, 2007. I cannot be silent about injustice - for my sake, for your sake, for God's sake.

This is a case of grand larceny aided and abetted by Montreal Police officers. If I have accused Dawn McSweeney falsely for thirteen years, why hasn't she sued me? And why did Dawn McSweeney refuse to take the police polygraph test? I have volunteered to take the test more than once. The police refused my offer, saying that they believe me. But they don't act.


Phyllis Carter

After I was diagnosed with bone cancer in 2009, Dawn's boyfriend, Alex Lavergne, posted more hate messages to try to intimidate me.


Dawn McSweeney's "partner in crime" Alex Lavergne - who also calls himself "theInk" - posted a comment on my blog on August 30, - 20 minutes ago

September 1, 2009


Dawn McSweeney's "partner in crime" Alex Lavergne - who also calls himself "theInk" - posted a comment on my blog on August 30, 2009. See below.

"My oncologist found that my blood calcium was dangerously high and I was so dehydrated that I was on saline drip and nutrients for days. I have since been diagnosed with bone cancer.


Phyllis Carter
thelnk said...

Cancer?! There is a God after all, and he's sending you to hell you crazy old bat!August 30, 2009 3:39 PM

(Dawn McSweeney's blog:)grasping at intangibles Dedicated to partners in crime and kindred spirits. Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.

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Alex said... That's right; I still maintain your crazy, and after all the false accusations you've flung my way, I would feel nothing but a pleasurable relief at the knowledge of your passing. You're a hateful, delusional and manipulate psychopath who offers nothing to this world but God-given capacity of converting oxygen into carbon-dioxide. Do the world a favour and drop dead!

September 4, 2009 6:04 AM

Monday, October 26, 2009



I have a shocking story to tell about what happened to me, a patient, at The Jewish General Hospital in Montreal.

Early in the morning of April 1st, 2009, in the emergency department of the Jewish General Hospital in Montreal, Dr. Jerome Stasiak, emergency room doctor, came to me and, without a word of warning, he grabbed me by my arm and my hand and started running around the emergency department dragging me along with him like a bag of garbage.

He kept running, dragging me along in spite of my pleas to let me go and in spite of the fact that I was stumbling and hanging by my arm. Dr. Stasiak did this run three times around the emergency department, pulling me - stopping only to have a nurse test my oxygenation and then hauling me off again, dragging me almost on my knees.

After the third time, Dr. Stasiak dismissed me saying there was nothing wrong with me. Then he ordered me to get dressed and he told me that I must get in a wheelchair and I would be pushed out to a taxi right away.

All this humiliating, frightening brutality was done in the presence of dozens of patients, nurses, doctors and staff. No one protested. Some seemed amused. Even Dr. Alex Guttman whom I have known for decades did nothing to stop him. It was bizarre, a nightmare ! I was so sick.

I refused to get into a wheelchair. I dressed and managed with great difficulty to make my way to the Oncology. Department. My oncologist, Dr. Francois Patenaude, immediately ordered tests and found that my blood calcium was dangerously high and I was so dehydrated that I was on saline drip and nutrients for days. I have since been diagnosed with bone cancer and spent weeks in hospital.

Dr. Stasiak put my life in danger. He treated me like an animal in front of many witnesses. If I had succumbed to his orders and gone home that day, I would be dead now.

How many people are so awed by doctors that they don’t tell ?

How many patients never live to tell?

In a letter dated October 8, 2009, Dr. Joseph Portnoy, Chief of Staff of the JGH, wrote that Dr. Stasiak “offers his sincere apology and wishes you well.”

Case closed.

In September, 2009, I filed a formal complaint with the College des medecins du Quebec.

In a letter dated November 5, 2009, Dr. Steven Lapointe writing for the College advises me to let the Jewish General Hospital do their own investigation.

What investigation ? I see nothing but a polite cover up.

Who really protects patients in Montreal ? Anyone ?

I will pursue this until appropriate action is taken.

As it happens, I learned that the family of another patient, Mrs. Kadech, were witness to what Dr. Stasiak did. They were shocked and they told Dr. Patenaude what they had seen.

I also learned that another patient in my room, a man named Mr. Marsella, also had a misdiagnosis in the emergency department of the Jewish General Hospital and he too was sent home. His family took him for an MRI in a private clinic - about $900.00 - so only the rich can survive. Sadly, Mr. Marsella died this summer.



Phyllis Carter

Saturday, October 17, 2009



My name is Phyllis Carter. I am a Canadian and I am a crime victim. I have been fighting for justice since October 7, 1996, when I was attacked in my home and robbed of everything I had worked for all my life and everything left to me by my beloved husband.

I told the Montreal Police immediately who had robbed me but, for thirteen years, I have not been able to find anyone to help me recover my stolen belongings from Dawn McSweeney and her associates.

At the Meet the Candidates assembly in NDG on October 7, 2008, Liberal Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings, stated before all the candidates and the public -

"Mrs. Carter's Rights
Were Violated Three Times".

The three violations.

1. In 1996, the Montreal Police refused to file a report of the initial robbery. They have continued to refuse to act ever since.

2. In 2007, immediately following the death of my mother, the same group of criminals obtained a court order accusing me of being insane and dangerous. I was released from hospital unconditionally as soon as the doctors found out what my accusers had done and why.

After my mother’s death, we learned that -

3. In 2005, the same group who call themselves “Partners in Crime” created a will in my mother’s name when she was 92 years old and handicapped physically and mentally. My mother had been kept in total isolation by these criminals for a decade - until her death.

The sole beneficiaries of the 2005 will were the same people who robbed me and obtained the court order against me. Then it became clear why these criminals tried to discredit me and silence me.

Marlene Jennings was re-elected to Parliament on October 14, 2008. I am now waiting for Mrs. Jennings to continue pursuing this case.

On November 8, 2008, I discovered a comment on my Dawn McSweeney blog. The writer - who uses the name "Alex" and the pseudonym "theInk" - threatens me with a lawsuit if I don't stop reporting what Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" have done. Once more these "partners" try to intimidate me and silence me.

You can see for yourself some of Alex's cruel comments on my other blog at


There was also a filthy message sent to me by email the same day, which also follows the pattern of what these "partners" did to me in 2007 immediately following my mother's death.

This family has waited many years for justice, and we look forward eagerly to the opportunity to present our evidence in a court of law.