DAWN MCSWEENEY STOLE ALL MY TREASURES

 

MONTREAL POLICE HELPED THE THIEVES

 

There are millions of jewels like these out in the world, but I only want my own, the ones Dawn McSweeney stole. Nothing can replace them.

 

 

 

Estate Carrera y Carrera Gold Diamond Lady Face Ring   $1,014.90

 

I gave the Montreal Police all the documents to prove my ownership in March, 1997. Seven pages of detailed inventory with sketches and descriptions of every item. I gave them the insurance papers, insurance photographs, invoices, appraisals by Henry Segal of Somerled Jewellers.

 

But the Montreal Police continue to refuse to take any action against the thieves. Why? There can only be one reason: They are still covering for the Montreal Police officer who helped the thief to rob me. 

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE

 

 

 

 

 

I will pursue this case night and day

until all my belongings are returned to me.

 

 

There is a REWARD for the return of all the (seven pages of) inventory Dawn McSweeney stole from me at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996. A Montreal Police officer helped the thief to rob me and since then, the Montreal Police have repeatedly refused to take any action against Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.

 

If you have any information or can obtain any information about Dawn McSweeney, Alex Lavergne, or Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme that leads to the return of the property they have stolen from me and from my family, please report what you know to Marlene Jennings, Member of Parliament at JenniM1@parl.gc.ca, or to

 

Marlene Jennings, MP,

 6332 Sherbrooke Street West, Suite 204,

Montreal, Quebec,

H4B 1M7

 

Tel:   514- 489-8703

Fax - 514- 489 2806

 

And to the Montreal Police at  

commentaires@spcum.qc.ca,

commentaires@spvm.qc.ca,

 

And to the Montreal Police at

pdq11@spvm.qc.ca,

 

PDQ 11
6255, rue Somerled
Montréal (QC)  

H3X 2B7
Telephone: (514) 280-0111
Fax: (514) 280-0611

Please contact the commandant of the PDQ 11 to share questions or comments

MONTREAL POLICE UNTOUCHABLE

 

The attack and robbery that destroyed my family

is in nobody's jurisdiction

Because a Montreal Police officer helped the thief.

 

Member of Parliament Marlene Jennings

Stated at two public meetings in 2008

 

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

 

The Dawn McSweeney Robbery Case

http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

 

 

" MRS. CARTER'S RIGHTS WERE VIOLATED THREE TIMES " - MARLENE JENNINGS, MP

 

 

 

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.

 

While I was holding off my attacker, I managed to dial 911.

 

The Montreal Police I called to rescue me - helped the thief instead.

I told the police immediately who had robbed me but, for fourteen years, I have not been able to get the Montreal Police to take any action to recover my stolen belongings from Dawn McSweeney or to take any legal action against her.

 

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 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 the Montreal Police to 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.

 

Read all the details of Dawn McSweeney's known crimes at http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE

WHO IS REALLY RUNNING THE SHOW ?

 

 

 

 

While most people are absorbed with games and circuses, my circle of friends are overwhelmed by all the reports about the murders of innocent children. But this is not a fun subject and most young people would rather not be bothered about it. It is so much easier to float through the days and weeks pretending everything is about fun and games - and the media cater to those who finance their sponsors. Who has the spending money? Kids.

 

In the past, advanced societies were led by the elders, the ones who had acquired experience and wisdom. Now, it is the least wise, the least, educated, the least experienced, who determine everything commercial - everything we get to see, hear and buy. No wonder we are in such a mess.

 

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WHO STOLE MY MOTHER’S MONEY ?

 

 

What have I not investigated, studied, considered, analyzed and reported time and time again to the authorities in the Dawn McSweeney Robbery Case?

 

In fact there is something I have not delved into. What happened to the money that was stolen from my mother some time prior to Dawn McSweeney robbing me on October 7, 1996 ?

 

I have studied every minute aspect of Dawn's crimes insofar as it concerns what she stole from me and precisely how she did it. I have gone over the details day and night for fourteen years. Never was a crime studied so carefully, scrupulously and with such devotion to the cause of justice.

 

But I have no first hand knowledge of who stole my mother's money - the money Dawn persuaded my mother I had taken - the basis upon which - apart from my religion - Dawn worked my mother up into believing I was the devil incarnate. After all, I was the betrayer of the faith - the Christian. Today, I decided to consider the question of my mother's missing money.

 

The question is: Who could have stolen my mother's money?

 

Who had access in the house ? Dawn McSweeney. My sister, Debbie, Dawn's mother. Ed McSweeney, Dawn's father. Alex Lavergne, Dawn's boyfriend. And me.

 

Almost no one ever entered the house, but anyone who did was watched every minute and checked thoroughly before leaving. Anyone who had to come into the house to do essential repairs did not leave the house without my mother physically patting them down and checking their tool boxes. She did it in a joking manner - just kidding - but she did it.

 

My father was an honourable man. In 1996, he was sick with cancer and could barely walk. He didn't go anywhere and he didn't need money.  He had laboured all his life and only spent money on taking care of his home and his family. He denied himself totally for decades  - never went to a restaurant or the movies. Never even bought himself a new suit or new shoes. He had given up his car. He didn't smoke or drink. Anything he had went into the house or the bank.

 

Who knew that my mother had hidden money?  I had no knowledge of it.  Never thought of it. In fact, in all my life, I never even asked my father what he earned. It was three or four years after I was robbed that someone blurted out that $2,000. had been stolen from my mother. Only then did the pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place.

 

I didn't know that my mother had money hidden or missing until then, but then, looking back to the attack, I remembered that my mother was screaming "What did you do with my money?" And she was tearing at my clothes and tearing through the pages of my bible and my purse. At the time, I was in shock - rigid, breathless, faint. It was a nightmare ! I felt my mother had lost her mind and was having some sort of hallucination.

 

So we know that the only people who had access within the house in the 1990's and could leave without being checked were Debbie, Dawn, Ed, and Alex - and me. And since I didn't do it, and I am the only one willing to take a polygraph test … Friends of mine who came for a very short visit one afternoon in the summer of 1996, never left my parent's or my sight. They sat in the living room with us for about an hour or so and went out the same door through which they had entered.

 

The next question is - Where was the money hidden? My mother could not climb stairs. Therefore, she could not have hidden it in the bedrooms upstairs or in the basement or garage. My mother's activities were limited to the living room-dining room areas, the bathroom and kitchen. If the money had been locked up in the hall closet, only someone who had the key could have taken it. Who had the key?

 

While I was living in the house and undergoing cancer treatments from early in 1994 until I was attacked and robbed on October 7, 1996, I tried my best to help out. I mopped the kitchen floor, I washed and folded laundry. I cooked. I washed dishes. Once, while I was folding laundry into a box in the dining area, my mother started scolding me: "Leave it alone ! Pa will do it."

 

I wanted to help so I continued folding the laundry. And now, all these years later, I am wondering if that is the area where the money might have been hidden.

 

Dawn McSweeney made my mother believe I took that money. Clearly that is why my mother attacked me, leaving Dawn McSweeney with total control of all my property - and tragically - total control of my parents and all their property - and their lives as well.

 

Who could have stolen my mother's money ?  The field is very narrow. I am available to take a polygraph test anytime.

 

See details about THE DAY OF THE ATTA CK
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-of-attack.html

APPEAL TO HAPPY TREE YOGA TEACHERS - SILENCE IMPLIES CONSENT

 

ATTENTION PLEASE

HAPPY TREE YOGA TEACHERS

Melanie Richards, Albert Bissada,  Jodie Duplisea, Geneviève Larocque, Sonya Beaudoin, Emma English,  Brian Tuck.

If you have any information about the robbery that took place at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996, please contact Marlene Jennings, Member of Parliament at JenniM1@parl.gc.ca , and the Montreal Police. Silence is not an option. If you know anything about this robbery or any other crime, you have a moral and legal obligation to report what you know to the authorities.

 

Anyone who participates in a crime, before, during or after the fact, is an accomplice. Anyone who gives comfort to a criminal is an accomplice. You are not absolved of responsibility by closing your eyes and ears and pretending everything is alright.

 

I have been fighting for the return of my stolen belongings for fourteen years.  I have been reporting all the facts to the Montreal Police, Marlene Jennings, MP and to the media for fourteen years. If I have been telling anything less than the absolute truth, why have the thieves not sued me in all these fourteen years? 

 

Montreal Police detectives told me in Spring, 1997 that Dawn McSweeney and Alex Lavergne refused to take polygraph tests on advice of counsel. I told the police that I am available to take a polygraph test at any time.

 

I look forward to that day in court when Dawn McSweeney will finally have to face the consequences of her crimes and return everything she and her "partners in crime" - as she calls them on her own blog - stole from me and from our family.

 

I will not accept money or any "compensation".

 

I want only what is my own.

 

I want justice. I will not settle for anything less.

 

Silence implies consent.

 

The details are open to the public at   http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.

 

Phyllis Carter

THE CARTER REPORT ON PATIENTS’ PLIGHT

                              

 

Let me begin by saying that I am alive and writing this report today, November 18, 2010, because Jewish General Hospital oncologist, Dr. Francois Patenaude listened to me on April 1, 2009, and took the right actions immediately after emergency room doctor Jerome Stasiak - without speaking to me or examining me  - told me there was nothing wrong with me and ordered me to go home immediately. It took only one blood test to reveal that I had bone cancer.

 

I will also make it clear that I believe without a shadow of a doubt that the events I will report here from my own experiences are but the tip of a Titanic iceberg and that such horrible experiences happen all the time in hospital but remain unreported, Silenced. Because patients are afraid to offend hospital authorities.

 

I also have no doubt that, while almost all the events I will speak of occurred over the years in the Jewish General Hospital in Montreal, such nightmare experiences happen in hospitals everywhere and are covered up to protect the hospitals from being sued or disgraced.

 

I have reported these experiences to the proper authorities - without a satisfactory outcome.

 

At the same time, I proclaim that lives are saved every minute of the day and night at the Jewish General Hospital, and I do not hesitate to express my heartfelt gratitude to those doctors who do excellent work with great care. Everyone makes mistakes. My report is not about human error. It is about systemic negligence and cover up.

 

Rosemary Steinberg, Ombudsman for the Jewish General Hospital is a very nice woman,. As I understand it, she is supposed to represent the interests of the patients. I believe, however, that her job is primarily to smooth over complaints to protect the hospital.

 

The Jewish General Hospital is a truly fine hospital and I owe my life to doctors there. But I have also experienced and observed many serious - even life-threatening problems there - as a patient and as a patients' advocate.

 

Some problems - like wheelchair access to the toilets in the emergency department, have been dealt with - but really serious problems have been dismissed with the insult that I am just very sensitive. I could write a book, but it is more expedient to write emails to Rosemary Steinberg with copies to my blog and to members of governments and the media.

 

Here are the most outstanding examples of my own experience.

 

The colonoscopy from hell - without anaesthetic ! Dr. Vasilevsky is an excellent doctor and a charming woman. I really like her - and I trusted her until she performed a colonoscopy on me, botching the anaesthetic. When I shrieked in unspeakable agony, I was told to shut up because I was scaring the other patients. Afterward, I was left alone in a hallway retching up foamy yellow fluid, until I started to faint.

 

Nurses told me to get my clothes on and go home because the clinic was closing and they were leaving to pick up their children from school. I couldn't stop retching even though there was nothing left in me but cramps. Finally they shifted me to an observation area somewhere in the hospital where nurses argued about me taking up space.

 

I lodged a formal complaint. Dr. Joseph Portnoy, Chief of Staff of the JGH, wrote me a letter saying I was just too sensitive. Blame the patient for suffering too much. He has done this more than once.

 

Years earlier, after a very pleasant doctor named Doctor Sweet performed a test on me for vertigo, I was left sitting in a small waiting area, retching up my last drop of foamy yellow fluid until I almost passed out. Hospital staff passed me by without paying the least attention. It seemed hours before someone took me down to the emergency department for an intra venous treatment to stop the nausea and vomiting. The years pass, but the painful memories remain all too vivid and disturbing.

 

In a hospital in Ontario, following  breast cancer surgery to remove lymph nodes, a doctor in training was sent in to remove the pump that was suctioning fluid from my armpit. He said it was a simple procedure and would be over in a minute. Then he ripped the device out. The searing pain shot through me like a hot knife. I shrieked. I saw black.  "Morphine!" He cried. In an instant, I was gone.

 

When my child was born, I trusted my doctor completely. He was very kind and I considered him a precious friend, even as I do now half a century later. But he made a very serious mistake too. He performed an episiotomy - and I was not frozen. It took decades until I stopped hearing my scream. I still feel dread when I remember the indescribable searing pain. My scream seemed to travel around the world. I was cut open alive ! When I spoke to him about it months afterward, he still believed I had been frozen. Perhaps he needed to believe it.

 

My husband, Cliff  Carter - age 89 - 1991-92  - JGH Emergency Dept. - on the blood thinner Coumadin - he was left with blood pouring from his arm on to the floor after a nurse yanked out an intra venous line and walked away. If I had not been there, no one would have known. Cliff was quiet and polite and he didn't even see that his blood was quickly pouring out into a small deep red pool on the floor. If I had not been right by his side, he would likely have bled to death there and then. No one was paying any attention until I started screaming.

 

Perhaps of lesser concern to others, but not to me, is the fact that while Cliff was in the emergency department of the JGH he was left lying in his wet bed for hours while I pleaded with the staff again and again to help me change him. I was completely burned out. I could hardly breathe. Cliff was left there wet - for hours. Finally, I had to be taken into emergency myself for a blood gas test because the doctor thought I was having a heart attack. So while I worried about Cliff, he was worrying about me. And for the very first time in the almost twenty years I was with Cliff, he had an injury - a painful, ugly bedsore. And still, he never uttered a word of complaint.

 

Cliff - Age 89 - March, 1992 - left bleeding in the corridor of the JGH Emergency Dept. for eleven days and nights after the doctors pressured me to allow them to remove a loose wisdom tooth. They said he might choke on it if it fell out. I expressed my grave concerns about the blood thinners, but haematologist Dr. Archie Rosenberg assured me that after Cliff had been off the Coumadin for three days, he was in no danger of bleeding.

 

My beloved husband bled to death.  My immune system was worn out. Within one year of Cliff's death, I had breast cancer.

 

I am not saying that all these doctors are bad or uncaring. I am saying they make mistakes - serious mistakes -  and those mistakes are covered up. Sometimes the mistakes are due to overwork or distraction. Sometimes due to carelessness. Sometimes due to arrogance. The problem is that doctors are not held responsible for their actions or their negligence. Everything is covered up. And patients and their families are afraid to complain, afraid of the doctors, afraid of the system, afraid they will be neglected, rejected, disliked - even killed.

 

In the 1970's my friend, Alma Mia Kotsos believed that if she tried to press her doctors to start her cancer radiation treatments more quickly, they would just give her a pill and she would die. The treatment was delayed and delayed. And she did die.

 

It is my duty, my great responsibility, to report these facts. Doctors are burying their mistakes and the living are afraid and grieving.

 

Stop blaming the victims ! The cover-ups must stop ! Who is responsible ?

 

Here are some articles I have written on this subject.

 

CRIMINAL ASSAULT IN A MONTREAL HOSPTAL - 2009
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/criminal-assault-in-montreal-hospital.html

 

HOW WE MIGHT DIE IN HOSPITAL - LEGARE LOBBY BLUES
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-we-might-die-in-hospital-legare.html

 

Cancer Patient Sent Home Without Medication
http://www.themonitor.ca/article-326739-Cancer-patient-sent-home-without-medication.html

 

THE HEALTH CARE TERROR-GO-ROUND
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/health-care-terror-go-round_3213.html

 

SICK IN JULY, YOU MIGHT DIE
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/sick-in-july-you-might-die_26.html      

 

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