Sunday, July 31, 2011


As in ancient times, those who cannot afford to own land and property must labour in one fashion or another to pay for the privilege of living on the land and inhabiting the property of the rich lords. The  peasants are still at the mercy of the lords to this day.
As is the case all through  human society, there are good lords and there are cruel lords. There are honourable tenants and irresponsible tenants.
I have before me the report of yet another beleaguered Montreal tenant.
This is not a work of fiction but specific information about a senior citizen trying to live in peace in her apartment while the building management causes her severe distress. This is the latest of a few reports about this landlord who will remain anonymous for now for the sake of protecting the innocent.
To avoid exacerbating the problem, I will present the report using fictional names.
Let us call the tenant Mrs. Grey, the landlord's agent and building manager, Mme. Dufasse, and the janitor, M. Lafleur.
Mrs Grey writes:
"From the time I became ill and started having difficulty walking, I started receiving deliveries of my groceries from a local supermarket. After I had emptied the box or boxes, I would place them tight in a nook beside the elevator and the janitor would take the boxes down to the recycling bins which are situated in the far end of the building in the garage.
During the past few weeks, Mme. Dufasse has been pressing me to take the boxes down to the recycling bins myself even though she knows I can hardly walk.
Then about two weeks ago, Mme. Dufasse phoned to tell me that the landlord said that I have to take the boxes down to the recycling - or else. I ask myself. Did she use the words "or else"? I can't be sure. But the message was forceful and menacing.
I asked Mme. Dufasse if the terms of my lease had been changed. "Aren't janitor services still included in my lease?"
Mme. Dufasse answered , "The janitor is not your valet."
I would not survive a move. Healthy people break during the stresses of moving. In my condition, I know I could not survive. So this is a matter of life or death for me. The cardboard boxes from which I take my sustenance have become a matter of life or death.
I wrote to the local senior citizens' council about this problem weeks earlier, but they never answered. I dare not offend them. I need their help to get to my hospital appointments. I wrote to the local seniors' newspaper in confidence. I did not want publicity, but help. They never contacted me. I spoke to staff at the hospital. They understood the situation clearly and they were sympathetic, but they said there was nothing they could do.
I let the days and weeks pass without ordering groceries. I called for take-out. Not very nourishing - no fruits or vegetables. And so expensive. Pizza for breakfast. The day had to come when I would have to call for a delivery of fresh food. The worry kept me awake night after night.
Finally on July 26, I placed an order and the groceries were delivered. And there was the cardboard box. I was so scared.
I dressed and pushed the box into the elevator. I pressed the button for the basement. And there I was faced with my nightmare.
I crouched down to push the box out of the elevator. My right leg went out from under me with wrenching force and I went down on my stomach hard. It felt like my leg had been pulled out of the socket and it felt like my stomach had been slashed. There was a span of time I cannot account for.
The next thing I knew, there was a shuffling of feet and men's voices. My forehead was hard on the floor and my leg and stomach hurt. There were about three men's voices.
One man said something like this in French, "See, it was her stick. There is no rubber at the tip. That's what caused this."
I was not standing or walking when I fell. I was not using my walking stick.
I remember saying, "The landlord said the box has to go to the recycle. I have to take the box to the recycle."
A man's voice said in English, "Don't worry. It's in the recycle. It's gone."
Then I heard the voice of Mme. Dufasse. Her tone was harsh.
"What's wrong with you, Mrs. Grey?"
I didn't answer. I had already answered the question to the men. Since my face was on the floor, I did not see any of them. But now Mme. Dufasse demanded again - three times in  all:
"What happened to you, Mrs. Grey?"
She was not asking after my health. She was demanding an explanation. I did not answer.
Then Mme. Dufasse said, "You have to tell me what happened, Mrs. Grey, or we will call back 911 and they will not come to pick you up"  She said that three times as well.
I don't know if the ambulance people were among the voices I was hearing. I was too shocked to know what to think.
I had been told from the moment the voices arrived not to move an inch, and I did not. So, with my face on the floor and my body twisted behind me and my leg and stomach hurting, I didn't know what was going to happen.
A man's voice said softly near my left ear,  "Don't worry. They will pick you up. Just don't move." It seemed he did not want Mme. Dufasse to hear. 
The next thing I remember is the man and woman from Urgences Sante. They checked what they had to check and gradually moved my body. They were very kind.
When they turned me over, my head went into a terrible spin, but they were comforting and patient and the vertigo abated. Then the man got behind my back and with gentle power that amazed me, he lifted me up onto a stretcher.
It was then I saw the janitor, M. Lafleur for just a moment and then Mme. Dufasse.
She was standing just a few feet away with the biggest grin on her face ! It was bizarre ! She was enjoying this ! She had such control over me that I was forced to take the cardboard box to the recycling at any cost. I could not bear to see her face. I closed my eyes.
I spent the rest of the day and that night in the emergency department undergoing X-Rays and blood tests. Thank God, there were no broken bones, but the state of my bones was described to me. I don't want to put it writing."
Mrs. Grey returned to her apartment on July 27.
"Mme. Dufasse came out of her office and opened the door to the apartment - wide - and with a great smile - greeted me with a sharp and cheery 'Good morning!'. She did not say, 'Welcome home, peasant.' "
Upon her return, when Mrs. Grey checked her mailbox, she found an envelope from the landlord, not posted, but from Mrs. Dufasse, unsealed and signed by her hand.  "We are happy to let you know that your lease has been renewed."
Mrs. Grey passed the obedience test.
Mrs. Grey still has no solution to what she will do about the cartons next time she orders her groceries. She does not want to bother her neighbours and she lives in fear of what might happen next. And there is nowhere to turn. She is too frail to go through any legal process, the rental board, moving. Her life is in the landlord's control.
Elsewhere on this blog, the reader will find more reports on this subject that affects the lives of thousands of human beings, mostly the poor, the handicapped, the elderly and women. See The Archives Index.
There have been reports of previous abuses by Mrs.Grey's landlord which have already been reported to those who need to know. They may be published here in future.

Saturday, July 30, 2011


Justice, only Justice shalt thou pursue !
Deuteronomy 16:20

Friday, July 29, 2011


is a
Introduced into
The Waters of Discontent
Those with
Special Interests
To distract good people
The Real Issues.


I went to the clinic this afternoon for my cancer treatment. I waited for about an hour and then checked with the receptionist to ask if I had been forgotten since it doesn't usually take that long to be seen. The receptionist was just about to check when a nurse came out and called my name.
Then there was another delay. The nurse was experienced in doing injections of this kind but she was not familiar with the medication. And by what she was doing and saying, I knew she was on the wrong track. Fortunately, I am hyper vigilant, and I knew what had to be done. Linda was confused about the number of injections I needed - two - not one - and the timing. She seemed blind to the second box that was right by her hand along with the first. So I opened the second box and showed her the second syringe and medication.
Fortunately, Linda is not like one of those arrogant nurses who knows everything and she listened to me. And fortunately, when I pressed her, she called to my nurse at the hospital who knows. And fortunately, although it was 4:00 PM and the cancer clinic at the hospital closes at 4:00 PM, my nurse answered the phone right away. and, fortunately, Linda learned exactly what it was she had to do. And fortunately, she is very sweet and she did not take offence to my teaching.
And so, the procedure, though delayed and delayed, went off without a hitch. And, coincidentally, this was Linda's last day at the clinic as she is going to live in the U.S.
So everything that happened involved a lot of synchronicity. Especially delaying me so that when I returned to my apartment building, a young man - everyone is younger than me these days - was just crossing the parking lot as I was approaching.
And he asked if I needed " a hand." I said, " No, thank you. But I could probably use a couple of new legs."
He was walking toward the building ahead of me when he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back, and politely managed to lightly touch my shoulder, saying this would do no harm - and he covered me in prayer. Well, if I had been other than a Jewish-Christian, he was taking his life in his hands. But as a once teacher associated with the healing ministry -The International Order of St. Luke the Physician - I deeply appreciate loving prayer. Regardless of one's religion, loving care is healing. And like chicken soup, it couldn't hurt.
So Steve and I got to talking as he opened the front door to the building for me. Coincidentally, at that moment a Muslim couple were coming out and the gentleman held open the inner doors. Some coincidence.
Synchronicity. I have been praying for help - a friend with muscles and a good heart who might help me out with some things I can't do for myself from time to time.
Well, Steve quickly gave me his contact numbers and told me to call him at any time if there is anything I need.
Coincidence?  Synchronicity? I would call this Amazing Grace ! 
Synchronicity ? There was even more:
I had not slept in two days - a story in itself - and I had fallen into a deep, deep sleep late that morning. When the phone rang I slowly, slowly, dragged myself to answer.
It was my hospital oncology nurse, calling just to see how I was doing. I was so out of it, I could hardly speak. I didn't even think what day it was. It was about 1:00 P.M.
It is worth noting that I use no narcotics and I haven't enjoyed a glass of wine in a long time.
A few minutes after I hung up, I suddenly realized I was scheduled for my injections at the local clinic at 2:20 P.M. If my nurse had not phoned just then, I would have surely missed this very vital appointment.
It doesn't end there. After I had my injections, the clinic nurse advised me to sit in the waiting room for fifteen minutes to make sure there was no adverse reaction.
But I did not sit in the waiting room for fifteen minutes. I did something I have not done before. I had come upon a discarded copy of The Globe and Mail and so I stayed a while to read an article that had caught my attention.
It was then that I headed back to my place and "coincidentally" encountered the stranger who offered me a helping "hand."
Synchronicity ?

Thursday, July 28, 2011


In the line at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day."

The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment."

He was right -- our generation didn't have
the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.

But we didn't have the green thing
back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn't have the green thing
in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.

In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.

When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the green thing
back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.

We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the green thing
back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.

We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing
back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a hyper-smart young person.
Sorry I could not copy all the cute little green images that came with this message, but the truth is worth sharing.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Do not be intimidated by collars or robes or badges;
Do not be intimidated by titles or offices;
Is the most powerful weapon on earth,
And villains of all kinds fear it.
There can be no law against telling the truth.
Expose the deeds of darkness
Ephesians 5:11
And support those who have the courage
To speak the truth.
Justice, only justice shalt thou pursue.
Deuteronomy 16:20
There can be no peace without justice.

Saturday, July 23, 2011


What can I do when I know about patient abuse,
But I am forbidden by the victim from saying a word about it ?
Honour and respect
Seal my lips
Tie my fingers
Abuse is happening in the best hospitals.
I have reported my own experiences,
But I can not publish what I know
About abuses suffered by others.
Fear rules here.
We dare not offend the hospital authorities.
They hold our lives in their hands.
The latest victim tells me it is the same in all hospitals.
That doesn't make me feel better.
It breaks my heart,
And I can't breathe.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Founded September, 2000,
Montreal, Canada
Phyllis Carter
Weep for victims of crime and abuse,
But that won't help us.
We cannot depend on
The injustice system
To help us.
Victims and friends of victims
Must take action !
Expose the Deeds of Darkness
Ephesians 5:11
Report the facts without ceasing.
Do not let "the system" discourage you.
Do not let friends discourage you.
Do not let fear discourage you.
Police are not gods.
Politicians are not gods.
We all know -
Lawyers are not gods.
Judges are not gods.
Juries are not gods.
Priests are not gods.
Evangelists are not gods.
Stands through every test.
And villains of all kinds
Fear it !
Keep telling the truth
Day and Night,
Month after Month,
Year after Year.
Until you see the villain
Pay a fair price.
The case is never closed
Until justice is done.
Justice, only Justice
Shalt thou pursue.
Deuteronomy 16:20


And it's getting scary.
The scariest thing is this -
Like most people, I would say
"I have nothing to hide."
Shades of 1984 !


Senator Bernie Sanders' Page
July 20, 2011
I have experienced unemployment, homelessness and hunger.
It is always the rich and influential who survive while the elderly, the sick, the handicapped, the poor and the middle-class ordinary folks who are crushed, stifled, in despair and - worse.
These are the sacrificial lambs who must shut up, or move out of the way or even die for the cause of the ultra rich ... some of whom - if they dare to be vocal - seem to "disappear".
People like us are "a drag" on the North American system - which is - in truth - the jungle - survival of the fittest - that is - the most greedy and heartless.
Many of them go to church every Sunday and slay their opponents from Monday to Friday.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011


Sex crimes are about as close to murder as you can get.
If I were a judge,
I would have rapists and child molesters castrated -
Not chemically - but in the flesh.
And don't bother telling me it is a mental problem -
Unless you would agree to have their brains cut out.


How the once-in-a-lifetime photo-op came to be
ISS Shuttle Docking NASA

After a 5-month stay at the International Space Station, Italian astronaut Paolo Nespoli snapped one-of-a-kind photos of the Space Shuttle docked at the ISS, on his way back to Earth in a Soyuz craft. This is the very first time photos have captured an American orbiter docked to the International Space Station.

Atlantis left the International Space Station for the very last time today, heading home to end the 30-year run of a vessel that kept Americans flying to and from orbit longer than any other rocketship. The space shuttle slipped away after performing a partial lap around the space station. Ten pairs of eyes pressed against the windows, four in the shuttle and six in the station. "Godspeed," a space station astronaut called out. Atlantis is due to land in Florida in Thursday's pre-dawn hours.

As a final salute, the space station rotated 90 degrees to provide never-before-seen views of the complex. Atlantis flew halfway around the outpost, cameras whirring aboard both craft to record the historic event. Emotions ran high throughout the morning, both in orbit and at Mission Control. The naval ship's bell aboard the space station rang three times as Atlantis slowly backed away, nearly 250 miles above the Pacific. "Atlantis departing the International Space Station for the last time," space station astronaut Ronald Garan Jr. announced. "We'll miss you guys. Godspeed."

Sunday, July 17, 2011


July 17, 2011 
‎"Power tends to corrupt. Absolute power corrupts absolutely." - Lord Acton.

And so, day in and day out, we see the very rich and powerful sailing along, doing their dirty business with impunity, because they are influential and rich enough to buy off anyone who can help them.

What would society be like without laws that protect criminals ?

"Obey the law" ? The law is designed to protect criminals. Western law gives the "benefit of the doubt" to the accused - not the victim. We can't win unless we are very rich or we have friends in the right places.

"In an unjust society, only the oppressed are innocent." - John Dominic Crossan.

While taken out of context here, this quote is rich with insight, "The law is an ass." - Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist.

But who will change the law? Once in power, in a position to change the law, the fat cat politicians are not inclined to rock their own boat.


Barack Obama meets Dalai Lama at White House :
July 17, 2011
His Holiness the Dalai Lama with President Barack Obama during their meeting in the Map Room of the White House in Washington DC on July 16, 2011. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza) 
Phyllis Carter  The great Chinese giant is displeased. Too bad. Tibet belongs to the Tibetan people - not to China that grabbed it at great cost to the Tibetans - and there is no world figure who deserves respect more than the Dalai Lama.
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Luke 18

Saturday, July 16, 2011


Ominous ? Powerful ?
Friend ? Foe ? Stranger ?
Let no one and nothing deter you
From doing what you know is right !
To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go;
To right the unrightable wrong.

To love, pure and chaste, from afar,
To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star!

This is my quest to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
To fight for the right,
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause!

And I know, if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest.

And the world will be better for this,
That one woman, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strives with her last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable star!

Friday, July 15, 2011


Je pense, donc je suis.
I think, therefore, I am.
Rene Descartes



Henry Ford's treasured Nazi medal

Power, Ignorance, and Anti-Semitism: Henry Ford and His War on Jews Ford first voiced his anti-Semitic leanings in 1915, around the time of his "Peace Ship" episode. Eventually, his belief that the "International Jew" was the source of the world's problems led him to conduct a campaign against them in the pages of his newspaper; The Dearborn Independent
Henry Ford: From Slaughterhouse to Death Camp
Ford and the Fuhrer New Documents Reveal the Close Ties Between Dearborn and the Nazis; material alleges that Ford Motor Co. made equipment for Nazi Germany, even for a few months after the US entered the war
Time To Leave The 1920's Behind Us - 29/04/03 Ford's articles inspired a young Adolf Hitler and helped pave the road to the Holocaust
Henry Ford and His Anti-Semitism
Wall Street and the Rise of Hitler
Wall Street Paves the Way for Hitler The two largest tank producers in Hitler's Germany were Opel and the Ford A. G. subsidiary of the Ford Motor Company of Detroit
The Empire of I.G. Farben Farben was Hitler and Hitler was Farben - Senator Homer T. Bone to Senate Committee on Military Affairs, June 4, 1943. Edsel Ford did not resign from the board until 1941!
General Electric Funds Hitler; A.E.G. Avoids the Bombs in World War II American-owned factories producing electrical equipment for the Nazis were left alone by the American Bombers
Profiting From Both Sides Westrick attempted to persuade Henry Ford to cut off supplies to Britain, and the favored treatment given by the Nazis to Ford interests in France suggests that Westrick was partially successful
Henry Ford and the Nazis In February 1923 at the trial, vice president Auer of the Bavarian Diet testified: the Hitler movement was partly financed by an American anti-Semitic chief, Henry Ford. Hitler utilized sections of Ford's book The International Jew verbatim in writing Mein Kampf
Henry Ford Receives a Nazi Medal
Ford Motor Company Assists the German War Effort Although there is evidence that European plants owned by Wall Street interests were not bombed by the U.S. Air Force in World War II, this restriction apparently did not reach the British Bombing Command. In March 1942 the Royal Air Force bombed the Ford plant at Poissy, France
Who Financed Adolf Hitler? In 1933 30.5% of the Nazi Party's funds were contributed by Edsel Ford, as director of IG Farben
Wall Street and the Rise of Hitler: Conclusions Henry Ford was an early (1922) Hitler backer and Edsel Ford continued the family tradition in 1942 by encouraging French Ford to profit from arming the German Wehrmacht, Subsequently, these Ford-produced vehicles were used against American soldiers as they landed in France in 1944. For his early recognition of, and timely assistance to, the Nazis, Henry Ford received a Nazi medal in 1938.
Corporations and Nazis Ford and the F├╝hrer
The Blood of Thousands When the RAF bombed the Ford plant at Poissy in March 1942, photographs of the burning plant were published in American newspapers. The newspapers however, wished to protect one of their largest advertisers and failed to mention that the plant was owned by Ford. The Vichy government paid Ford 38 million francs in compensation
Mission Log for the 486th Bomb Group (H) see 14/10/44 raid on Koln
Motorism An extreme control freak, Ford had a 'Sociology Department' to spy on his workers, and a private police force, the 'Service Department', to beat them up. Ford Service reached its' violent peak in 1932 when four unarmed 'hunger marchers' were shot dead, and twenty others wounded
see articles: Berlin Hears Ford is Backing Hitler (New York Times, December 20th, 1922)
and Henry Ford Getting High Honor from German Government (Detroit Free Press, September 10th, 1938)
Shadow of the Swastika After the cessation of hostilities, GM and Ford demanded reparations for the bombing of their factories
Ford and GM's Nazi ties as late as 1967, ITT received $27 million for the bombing of the Focke Wulf (fighter)--made by ITT indirectly--plants in Hamburg
What Really Caused World War 2 Zyklon B, the lethal gas utilized by the exterminators at Auschwitz, Bitterfeld, Walfen, Hoechst, Agfa, Ludwigshafen, and Buchenwald, was manufactured by an I.G. Farben subsidiary
I.G. Farben
American Corporations Collaborate with the Nazis in particular Ford Motors
The War Years: Corporate Traitors
Ford Motor Co. charged in Nazi secret profits on slave labor - 18/03/1998
Suing Henry Ford The trial that forced the automaker to apologize for his anti-Semitism
How Henry Ford hoped to mass-produce hatred of Jews - 02/04/02

A Tale of two Henrys by Gilbert Ralph During World War II, when Britain was desperate for more fighter aircraft, the Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, asked the US president, Franklin Roosevelt, for assistance in manufacturing Rolls-Royce Merlin engines. Roosevelt contacted Edsel Ford, who was then President of Ford Motor Company, and Edsel agreed to make the engines to R-R specifications. The Ford company began immediately to set up a production facility when along came Henry to enquire what was taking place. When he was told, he flew into a rage declaring how he hated the British in general and Churchill in particular and that the Ford Motor Company would not be a party to it. When told the President had promised to help Churchill, Henry declared that was the President's problem. An embarrassed Edsel reported back to the Government and Packard took over the contract. I wonder how Henry reacted when he learned that Ford in England were compelled by Churchill's wartime government to make Rolls-Royce Merlin engines at its Trafford Park Works?
Henry Ford and the Jews: The Mass Production of Hate BusinessWeek review
Financial compensation for Nazi slave laborers Unlike most American facilities in Germany, Ford was not taken over by the German government during the war
The A Word Among the U.S. corporations that invested in Germany during the 1920s were Ford, General Motors, General Electric, Standard Oil, Texaco, International Harvester, ITT, and IBM — all of whom were more than happy to see the German labor movement and working-class parties smashed... Ford, an outspoken anti-Semite, believed that Jews corrupted gentiles with "syphilis, Hollywood, gambling, and jazz." In 1918, he bought and ran a newspaper, The Dearborn Independent, which became an anti-Jewish forum biography of Henry Ford
Henry Ford Invents a Jewish Conspiracy
Origins of the Swastika Flag compare with emblem of Krit, Detroit motor manufacturer!


SAVE AMERICA  -  SHUN REPUBLICANS -                                                                                                                             
Not just politicians
But all Republicans.
Do not speak to them.
Cross the street to avoid them.
The ultra rich are intent
On crushing the poor, widows,
the handicapped -
Anyone who is in need.

Thursday, July 14, 2011


July 14, 2011
Just received from the Honourable Rob Nicholson, Minister of Justice and Attorney General of Canada.
These crimes are not in my jurisdiction.
This is the answer I have been receiving from the Montreal Police and members of governments of Montreal, Quebec and Canada since I was attacked and robbed on October 7, 1996.
In a message dated 14/07/2011 11:38:22 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, writes:

Dear Ms. Carter: 

On behalf of the Honourable Rob Nicholson, Minister of Justice and Attorney General of Canada, I acknowledge receipt of your correspondence of June 8, 2011, concerning your personal situation. 

I understand why you have written to the Minister and asked for assistance.  I sympathize with the difficulties that you and your family have experienced and realize that this situation has been distressing for you.  However, as Minister of Justice and Attorney General of Canada, Minister Nicholson is mandated to provide legal advice only to the federal government.  I hope you will understand that, for this reason, he is not able to investigate, intervene in, or otherwise become involved in the situation you describe. 

You may be interested to know that the Montreal Police Service falls under the purview of Mr. Robert Dutil, Minister of Public Security in Quebec.  Accordingly, you may wish to share your concerns with Mr. Dutil at 

Thank you for writing. 

Yours sincerely, 

L. Bisson


Ministerial Correspondence Unit

July 14, 2011
Thank you for taking the time to write. L. Bisson,
I am in nobody's jurisdiction. Only public opinion can change that. I have been reporting these crimes from the moment I called 911 on October 7, 1996, when the police I expected to rescue me helped the thief instead and set these crimes in motion.
My only weapon is the truth and I will continue reporting these crimes for all the world to read until my very last breath. As a bone cancer patient, I never know when that will be, but until then, I will keep on reporting the crimes being covered up by the Montreal Police.
Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings, stated at two public meetings -
"Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
So use your office and your power to bring me justice.
Phyllis Carter
If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problem.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


  What would the world look like
If the rich spent billions 
On food for the poor  -
Instead of weapons for the military ?
Phyllis Carter
War doesn't determine who is right,
War determines who is left.
Bertrand Russell ( 1872 - 1970 )
English author, philosopher,
This photograph showing a starving Sudanese child being stalked by a vulture won Kevin Carter the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for feature photography.

Photographer Haunted by Horror of His Work

Obituary: Kevin Carter 1960 - 1994

Johannesburg - Kevin Carter, the South African photographer whose image of a starving Sudanese toddler stalked by a vulture won him a Pulitzer Prize this year, was found dead on Wednesday night, apparently a suicide, police said yesterday.  He was 33.  The police said Mr Carter's body and several letters to friends and family were discovered in his pick-up truck, parked in a Johannesburg suburb.  An inquest showed that he had died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


Ignorance is not bliss. It is dangerous. What I did not know would change my life forever and cost me everything I had worked for all my life, everything given to me in love by my husband, as well as my health and my family.
While I was undergoing treatment for breast cancer and living with my parents at 4995 Prince of Wales in NDG, Montreal, in the mid-1990's, my then teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney, was weaving a web of hatred designed to rob me, crush me, and take my place. And I didn't know.
I have reported all the details of Dawn McSweeney's crimes since the day of the attack, October 7, 1996 - that day frozen in my memory when I was suddenly attacked by my hysterical mother and forced out into the street by a Montreal Police officer without benefit of any legal procedure and without any justification or reason.
To continue my story: I had been left in the street in front of my home by the Montreal Police. They just evicted me without any explanation and left me in the street without as much as a coat. They just drove away. And they didn't file a police report.
I was left homeless and destitute and alone. Everything I had worked for all my life was left in the hands of Dawn McSweeney and the policeman had warned me - in front of my assailant - that I could not take anything from my home with me and I must never return.
A few years later, I received a telephone call from my brother. He told me that my mother had suddenly been taken to hospital by ambulance and my father, ill with cancer, was alone at home. He asked me to go to the house to look after my father until Dawn McSweeney's mother - my youngest sister, Debbie - could be found.
I told my brother that I had been forbidden to go to the house by the police and that my father had been led to believe that I was the villain in the story. "Pop won't let me in," I said. Stephen said, "Go anyway."
So, with my heart in my throat I went to my old home. My father came to the door, looking sickly - and surprised. I hadn't seen him in years. I was not allowed to see him. I told him Stephen had called. He said, "Well, since you're here, come in."
That step into the foyer was painful for me. Seeing my father so frail was very painful. Entering my home again after all that had happened there was painful. I was numb.
I stepped into the living room and sat down on a chair facing the hide-a-bed that my parents had used for decades since they could not climb the cottage steps any longer.
I was an outsider in the home of my youth, in my parents' home. I was the enemy who was there out of love that was not trusted.
I sat for a few minutes. The conversation was stiff.  Yes, painful. Limited. Except, I remember saying to my father - "No more secrets, Pop. I won't keep anymore secrets." The family had kept secrets and told lies all through the years. I never knew what was true and what was "a joke" or what was not for my ears, not for me to know.
Only a few moments had passed when suddenly there was a commotion, a dull but powerful rattling sound. Pop's dog Kelly suddenly shot out from under or behind an arm chair at the far end of the room and came skidding across the floor toward me. His tail was wagging so hard his back was folding in half.
I cannot find words to describe that moment. I had not seen Kelly since the day the Montreal Police forced me out of my home into the street. My heart felt like it was being wrenched out of my chest. I can't remember if I cried. I gasped. My heart stopped. I still cry when I remember. Kelly remembered me after all those years apart. Kelly loved me so much, he almost collapsed with joy at seeing me. I don't know how I didn't die right there and then.
In a moment, there was a sound at the front door and Debbie and Dawn's father, Ed, came in. Immediately, I rose from my chair and left without a word.
I have resisted writing this report because it hurts to remember and because every time I report the crimes that Dawn McSweeney committed against me and my family, I am aware that she reads my blog and rejoices at how much she has hurt me. But the truth must be told in the hope that someone in the world reads this and finally brings justice to my family.
All I want is what is my own. All I want is everything Dawn stole from me and everything her partners in crime helped her steal from my parents, my siblings and their children. She can never give me back the years of love she stole from me and my family by separating me from my parents and from Kelly with her lies and manipulation and her crimes.
I want back what is my own and I want Dawn McSweeney in prison. As long as the Montreal Police keep covering up these crimes, I will struggle for justice and keep on telling the world.
In 1999, my father was taken to hospital and then he moved into the Griffith McConnell Residence. Once he was out of the control of Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime", I visited my Pop almost every day until his death in the summer of 2000.
I never saw Kelly again.
I will never forget.
Thousands of people around the world have been reading my reports of these crimes -
Dawn McSweeney and Her Partners in Crime 
Phyllis Carter's Journal 

Sunday, July 10, 2011


A woman may cover her hair for religious reasons - Muslim and Orthodox Jews do - or out of modesty - because our hair is so sensuous, we drive men mad. (Lovely thought, that.) A lovely veil is just lovely, a little mysterious and pretty.
But there is no excuse in civilized society in the 21st century to hide your face unless you are disfigured, you are protecting yourself or others from a virus, the weather outside is frightful, or you are about to rob a jewellery store. No excuse. Okay, maybe if you are under 16 and it is Halloween - or Purim. That is only one day a year.
Older women who have come to the west late in life may have a hard time adapting to this simple good sense, but if they can't, they should stay at home and let their husbands and children take care of their needs.
The public should not be placed at risk to accommodate ancient values from other lands. The sari does not provide much hiding place for a weapon, but Muslim garments do.
If you have come here to enjoy the benefits of Canadian life, you must adapt to Canadian life - all the while enjoying the freedom to practice your religion in security and comfort at home or at the mosque or among friends.
I want to know my neighbours. If they want to hide from me, I cannot trust them.
But I do feel sad for them.


My wife quotes Phyllis,
The way the Chinese quote Mao Tse Tung.
Stanley Matthews
The Lakeshore News and Chronicle


July 8, 2011 
CANADA: Anything for a buck - and a beer.
July 9, 2011
‎"The leg injury was considered a catastrophic injury, so our veterinarian made the decision to euthanize the horse immediately." - Calgary Stampede spokesman Doug Fraser.
A horse has been euthanized after breaking its leg during the chuckwagon races on the first night of the Calgary Stampede. Stampede spokesman Doug Fraser says the animal suffered a catastrophic injury and a veterinarian made the decision to put the animal down immediately. 
Woopie! Canadian cowboys do it again !
Aren't we a proud lot ?