MONTREAL POLICE WILL NOT INVESTIGATE EVEN WHEN THERE IS A CORPSE.
HOW DID ED MCSWEENEY DIE? HOW DID MY MOTHER DIE?
HOW DID KENNETH GREGOIRE PRUD'HOMME, A COMPLETE STRANGER WHO NEVER MET MY FATHER, COME TO INHERIT MY FATHER'S LIFE'S SAVINGS AND OUR FAMILY HOME?
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY SISTER, DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY?
MONTREAL POLICE REFUSE TO INVESTIGATE.
THE EVIDENCE
The laws of Canada protect criminals: No one in Canada protects crime victims. I know this because I am a Canadian crime victim. A Montreal Police officer helped the criminal, Dawn McSweeney, rob and destroy my family.
I have been fighting for the return of our precious valuables, day and night, since the day I was attacked and robbed, with the help of a Montreal police officer - October 7 1996.
Here is
EVIDENCE THAT DEMANDS A VERDICT
"Mrs. Carter's Rights were Violated Three Times."
Marlene Jennings, Member of Parliament, Canada.
My name is Phyllis Carter. I am an 81 year old Canadian journalist, a widow and cancer patient and - thanks to the Montreal Police - I am also 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.
While I was holding off my attacker, I managed to call 911.
The Montreal Police I called to rescue me - helped the thief instead.
I told the police immediately who had robbed me but, through all the years and through all my appeals, I have not been able to get the Montreal Police to take any action to recover my stolen belongings from Dawn McSweeney, the person who robbed me and my family, or to take any legal action against her and her accomplices.
At the Meet the Candidates assembly in NDG on October 7, 2008, former Liberal Member of Parliament, and Quebec Deputy Police Ethics Commissioner, Marlene Jennings, stated before all the candidates and the public -
"Mrs. Carter's Rights Were Violated Three Times".
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 later repeated her statement at a Sunday service in Rosedale United Church in Montreal.
But, to this day, the Montreal Police refuse to take any action against Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.
I believe there can be only one logical explanation for why the Montreal Police refuse to act against the criminals in this case: One of their own officers helped Dawn McSweeney to rob me - and his partner, who my attacker called "Mario" in a very familiar way - did nothing to help me.
$5,000. REWARD
MEET DAWN MCSWEENEY
I SAVED HER LIFE - SHE STOLE MINE
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THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY
Circa February, 1994, I moved back to my parents' home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal. I was sick with cancer, widowed, unemployed and my mother wanted me home.
Summer 1996 - Good friends paid a brief visit. As soon as they left, Dawn McSweeney, my youngest sister's daughter, told my mother - in my presence - that my friends only pretended to love me, but they really despised me. In spite of Dawn McSweeney's jealousy and hatred, they are still my friends to this day.
THE THIEF, DAWN MCSWEENEY, WAS ALWAYS AFTER MONEY
The beginning of October, 1996, Dawn and her boyfriend, Alex Lavergne, suddenly moved into 4995.
October 5, 1996 - I did a new inventory of all my belongings at 4995, expecting Dawn to pilfer. I pleaded with my mother to keep Dawn out of my rooms - to no avail.
October 7, 1996 - I was suddenly attacked in the foyer of our home. I managed to call 911. The Montreal Police I hoped would come to my rescue, helped the thief instead.
The officer took me out of the house by my arm and told me I had to leave my home and never return for any reason.
I was not allowed to take anything with me except my bible, my purse, and a pair of shoes that I liked to wear in church,.
The police left me in the street in front of my home without as much as a coat - and they just drove away. There was no legal process, and I learned later that they did not make a police report.
All my most valuable possessions were in my home where I was attacked and robbed with the help of a Montreal Police officer. I was left in the street with nothing but the clothes on my back. I was homeless and destitute. I had to start my life all over again, with nothing.
All my most valuable possessions were in my home where I was attacked and robbed with the help of a Montreal Police officer. I was left in the street with nothing but the clothes on my back. I was homeless and destitute. I had to start my life all over again, with nothing.
THE RAPE OF A JEWISH FAMILY
THE DANGERS OF BEING CHRISTIAN
ABANDONED BY PRUDENTIAL INSURANCE -
I paid premiums to Prudential Insurance for thirty years. On October 8 or 9, 1996 - I reported the robbery to my Prudential Insurance agent, Brian Thornily. Prudential insurance abandoned me. As soon as they heard that a police officer helped the thief, they refused to investigate. Later, Prudential's agent told me it was because the police had made their report of the robbery "too late".
I had pleaded with the police to investigate from the moment I called 911, and constantly thereafter, but they refused, saying everything would be returned to me if I would "just be patient". It has been a lifetime of years since this horrible crime tore my life apart, and the Montreal Police still refuse to take appropriate action.
1996-97 - I got a tip that Dawn McSweeney had a friend who operated a jewellery store on Prince Arthur. I told Montreal Police detective, Sylvie Laverdiere. She told me that, since I was a Pinkerton investigator, I should do the investigation myself and report back to her. I did that, verbally and in a detailed written report.
The police at the Mariette station told me to go back home and ask my mother to return my jewelery. I went to the house and stood on the icy steps pleading with my mother to give me back my belongings. Dawn McSweeney came to the door and laughed at me as I stood on the steps weeping - and she mocked me. Then she went inside and called the police.
AS I CRIED AND PLEADED FOR MY BELONGINGS, DAWN MCSWEENEY LAUGHED AND MOCKED ME
The same officers who had told me to go home and ask for my belongings came to the house and told me to leave. I refused to leave without my precious belongings. The woman officer said she would have to arrest me if I didn't leave. I begged her to arrest me so the case could go to court. She promised the police would recover my belongings, so I agreed to leave.
Montreal Police detective Sylvie Laverdiere went to 4995 Prince of Wales and asked for my belongings. Detective Laverdiere told me she did not enter the house, but Dawn McSweeney handed her my Borg winter coat - and nothing else - none of my valuables.
March 17, 1997 - Dawn McSweeney returned what she did not want - my clothing, some files, and all my jewellery boxes and cases - EMPTY.
THE RETURN OF THE EMPTY JEWEL BOXES
March 17, 1997 - I brought the suitcase full of empty little jewelery boxes to the police at the Mariette station. Then they finally said they would investigate - six months after the attack and robbery.
Two police detectives, a man and a woman, came to my apartment all decked out with guns and radios and all sorts of gear. It looked as if - at long last - they would do a serious investigation.
The detectives told me they had to take some boxes and the suitcase that had contained my jewellery to the police lab to test for fingerprints. Dawn McSweeney, Debbie McSweeney and Ed McSweeney, Dawn's father, had all handled my belongings. One of them had even initialed boxes to show they had searched the contents. But, once the police detectives took the boxes and suitcase, the incriminating evidence "disappeared". The detectives told me there were "no fingerprints". They did not say the prints were smeared or unclear. They insisted that "There were NO fingerprints" - Not even mine? "No, none."
Passing by 4995 Prince of Wales in my car in April, 2004, I noticed that the front stoop was littered with junk mail. I dared to go to the door and rang the bell. No answer. Maybe my mother just didn't want to speak to me.
OUR AGED MOTHER WAS MISSING -
MONTREAL POLICE REFUSED TO INVESTIGATE.
I went around to the back of the house to try to see through the window if my mother was alright. There were strange holes all around the back yard and the back door and window were covered with dead brown vines. It was like an Alfred Hitchcock movie. I feared the worst. I called for an ambulance. Police came and there was no response. I asked the police at the Somerled station to investigate. They refused.
Mother "disappeared" and no one knew where she was - or how she was. But the Montreal Police refused to investigate. Our mother was kept in total isolation for about ten years by Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.
Summer, 2007 - I was told by my brother that Paperman and Sons, funeral directors, had informed him that our mother was dead. I went to the cemetery. There I saw a stranger with my sister, Debbie. The Paperman agent told me that Debbie called the man her "husband". What happened to Ed McSweeney?*
Paperman's agent told me that the stranger's name was Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme. Three Montreal Police cars attended the burial. I thanked one of the officers for being there. The whole thing was bizarre.
A day after the burial of my mother, two police officers knocked on my door. They had a court order declaring that I was insane and dangerous and they took me to the hospital for a "thirty day mental evaluation."
THE PHYLLIS CARTER DETENTION
CONDEMNED IN ABSENTIA IN FOUR MINUTES
I returned home three days later, Afterward, I learned that Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme had requested the court order which was granted in four minutes without anyone in authority notifying me, seeing me, speaking to me, without any evidence or medical report or any witnesses - except for the stranger who had never met me or spoken to me - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme - and Dawn McSweeney's mother, my beloved "baby sister", Debbie.
Later, I learned that, two years prior to her death, in 2005, when my mother was about 92 years old, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme had made a will in my mother's name, eliminating all the children and grandchildren specifically named in my father's will - and giving our family home and my father's life's savings to Debbie McSweeney and Dawn McSweeney, and making himself the "liquidator" of my father's estate - a man who never even met my father who had died in 2000.
MOTHER DID NOT SIGN THAT WILL
SHE WAS 92 YEARS OLD, MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY ILL
Dawn McSweeney had six months of total, uninterrupted access to all my precious belongings, and she stole the best of everything I had worked for all my life and all the gifts I had receive all my life - every precious souvenir of my lifetime. No amount of money could ever replace what Dawn McSweeney stole with the help of the Montreal Police.
In 2008, Member of Parliament and former Quebec Police Ethics Commissioner, Marlene Jennings, stated at two public meetings in Montreal - "Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
MRS. CARTER'S RIGHTS WERE VIOLATED THREE TIMES -
MARLENE JENNINGS, M.P.
But the Montreal Police refuse still refuse to recover our stolen property or to arrest the thief and those she calls her "partners in crime,"
Why?
Because a Montreal Police officer was involved in the crime from the moment he answered my 911 call. And because the Montreal Police refused to take action against the thief, she and her accomplices went on to rob my parents, my siblings and my siblings' children of their inheritances. My family was torn apart.
I am offering a $5,000. REWARD.
I DO NOT WANT MONEY.
I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY KIND OF "COMPENSATION".
I HAVE BEEN PLEADING FOR JUSTICE DAY AND NIGHT SINCE THE DAY I WAS ATTACKED AND ROBBED WITH THE HELP OF THE MONTREAL POLICE.
More than 400,000. people from Montreal to Moscow have read my reports, but
THERE IS STILL NO JUSTICE FOR VICTIMS OF THE MONTREAL POLICE.
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