CHARLES DE GAULLE ET MOI - LET MY PEOPLE SIT !

 

I was just watching - for the umpteenth time - a video tape of Expo '67 - The Canadian Experience - CBC.

 

One of the featured stories is about Charles De Gaulle's infamous "VIVE LE QUEBEC LIBRE" shot from the balcony of Montreal's City Hall the day before he was scheduled to appear at Expo'67. It was July 24, 1967.
 
The Summer of 1967 was a thrilling, glorious time for Montrealers who suddenly found themselves hosts to visitors of every description from around the globe and, at the same time, guests themselves at a gigantic outdoor party in their own home town. We each held in our hot little hands our own treasured passport to be stamped at the entrance to every gorgeous pavilion - Thailand, Burma, Ethiopia, France - even Russia staring down the United States' Biosphere a stone's throw away. 

 

The memories of Expo '67 still thrill me all these decades later. I can feel the reflected blue water where I cooled my feet in the fountain in front of the glistening blue-tiled pavilion of Iran. In my sari, I sat on the rim of the pool dangling my toes and entered into conversation with tangerine robed Hare Krishna visitors. We dangled pleasantly together in the warm atmosphere of our Islands of Peace, while outside of the fair grounds, Quebec separatists had to be held at bay.

 

Expo'67 was Utopia. The rest of Montreal, not so much. There were angry demonstrations in the streets of Montreal. And by 1971, there were bombs and there was kidnapping and there was cruel murder. But that summer on the Expo islands, we were blindly ecstatic in paradise. Even the usual summer shadfly plague was eliminated - by secret spraying that also killed birds and fish. We were not told. Like happy children, we were protected from ugliness that wonderful summer.

 

Night and day, we would ride in little open cars above the crowds to see gay musicals, to be lured by overwhelming aromas into exotic restaurants - the pungent fragrance of coffee wafting in the air from the crimson roofed Ethiopian pavilion still tickles my nose  - to be hopelessly and helplessly tempted in dozens of gift shops that displayed the craftsmanship and splendid creations of people from Africa to India and our own Great White North. As never before, we could see, hear, smell and touch and eat and eat and eat. We watched Inuit artisans carving whales in soapstone. We savoured delicately buttered Chicken Kiev. We saw a happier chicken playing a little piano and, before Star Trek spoke of it, we saw triticale - a hybrid wonder grain - growing before our eyes. And Ravi Shankar, sitting cross legged under a tent, strummed his sitar.

 

The present was exposed to the future and - in brilliant colours - fine silk saris, silver necklaces and translucent glass beads, exotic dance, magnificent floral displays. We gazed in ecstasy at the great works of Renoir in the French Pavilion. The wonders of nature, art and science blazed before our eyes on gigantic screens that made life come alive even for the most naive and sedentary among us. Everyone was excited, thrilled, happy - and friendly. If you never finished school, you received a university education that summer at Expo'67.

 

There were many National Days highlighted at Place des Nations on the Expo Islands featuring different countries and cultures. Famous world leaders and movie stars appeared. There were national dances on the stage, and around the grounds, soft music put a dance step in our tired feet as we strolled for hours. The aroma of international dishes floated on the air easing us into their web.

 

Between shows, we rubbed shoulders with Danny Kaye and saw Queen Elizabeth on her early morning visit in the mist just across the narrow canal. Another day, Robert Kennedy and his family came shooting down the water slide. It was a time of dreams come true. We were all in Wonderland and everyone talked with everyone in whatever language they pleased to do so.

 

The National Days at Place des Nations were open and free to everyone, as was almost everything else. The public sat in the bleachers enjoying treats from around the world. But on the day that De Gaulle came to Expo'67, there was a notable difference.

 

I worked at the Canadian Maple Leaf Tartan Shop close by the Biosphere and the Russian Pavilion. I lived at Expo day and night all that summer. I attended every event, shopped at every shop, strolled among the fragrant flower beds and talked with people from every land.

 

On the day De Gaulle was scheduled to appear at Place des Nations I arrived on the site to find to my surprise - to everyone's surprise - that ropes had been tied around the bleachers so that the public had to stand back behind the tiers of empty seats to see the war hero, the great general. This had never happened before. The seats were there for the public. We always sat there and watched the performances and listened to the stars and world leaders while seated there.

 

I was shocked. I stood, numb. I looked into the faces of the visitors. I looked back down at the stage being prepared for De Gaulle's arrival. I looked down at the ropes. And I was getting angrier and angrier. Why was this day different from every other day?  It wasn't Passover !

 

Ah! Yes. The day before, Charles De Gaulle had attacked Canada and incited Quebec's separatists to break free of our oppressive regime. And now, the famous World War II general entered the great space of Place des Nations, and, surrounded by security, he appeared to us in the distance. Unlike the Kennedys and Queen Elizabeth, and all the other famous leaders from nations around the world, Charles De Gaulle was set apart from us, separate from his hosts. Far below us, he was being held above the people.

 

Suddenly, it just burst out of me: "A BAS LES BARRIERS !" I shouted - in French ! In French? Where did that come from? I must admit now that it felt like the Holy Spirit had struck me. And - in a flash - the throng broke through the ropes. And we, the people, all took our seats. Our seats.

 

The great General De Gaulle and I never met but, in that moment, from that distance, an ordinary Canadian citizen touched Charles De Gaulle and all his security and power did not impede us. Like Expo'67 itself, it was a quick flash of light in a dark world. I doubt that anyone will remember it, but in that one shining moment, I felt in my bones that I had changed a little bit of history for the better.

 

"Vive le Quebec Libre", De Gaulle had proclaimed on our sovereign territory. That day at Expo'67, July 25, 1967, I  shouted, "Let my people sit!" And they did.

 

General de Gaulle lost the Battle of Place des Nations to the free people of Canada that day in The Bleachers of Expo '67.

 

Looking back these forty three years later, I feel proud.

 

Phyllis Mass Carter
September 10, 2010

 

I HAVE BEEN A COWARD - VICTIMS' VOICES

 

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I HAVE BEEN A COWARD

September 8, 2010

 

 

Phyllis Carter > Global National, CTV and CBC News :

News reports that women protesters at the G-20 demonstrations in Toronto were threatened with rape by Toronto Police. The first time the "partners in crime" had me picked up by the Montreal Police for protesting the robbery by Dawn McSweeney, the police officer who arrived on the scene in a fury threatened me with a full body search. I will post the whole story at PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL - http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/ in the next few days. The piece is titled - I HAVE BEEN A COWARD - and it was published originally in my news letter, VICTIMS' VOICES, and distributed to members of government and the media. After all these years and after all that Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime have done to me and to my family, the Montreal Police still refuse to take any action against them. 

 

Victims' Voices

 

An independent, non-profit newsletter

dedicated to victims' rights
Copyright: Phyllis Carter, Montreal, Quebec, Canada,
Founded September 15, 2000

 

Montreal, Quebec, May, 2001

 

I HAVE BEEN A COWARD

 

I started publishing Victims' Voices in September, 2000, after trying everything I could think of to get the MUC Police to take action and recover my belongings stolen in 1996. Through Victims' Voices, I am publicizing my story and my observations about other injustices - particularly those that affect people in the Montreal area - as well as the stories other people tell me. My purpose is to focus attention on injustices in our so-called Justice System. Stop telling victims to forgive and forget ! We deserve justice. So I encourage silent victims to speak up.

 

But I have been afraid to tell one aspect of my own story. I have kept quiet about the events of May 23, 1998 when an MUC Police officer with some personal problems of his own took action to intimidate me, to humiliate me and to destroy my credibility. I have been afraid to publicize this part of my story because I was afraid that people would believe exactly what that policeman hoped people would believe. I have kept this part of my story quiet - except for my repeated appeals to the Police Ethics Commissioner. But Me.Denis Racicot and his lawyer, Me. Paul Monty refused to act. I suddenly realized that my silence is exactly what these officers of the law have wanted all along. So here is the truth for all  the world to see:

 

A Montreal Police Officer sent me to hospital
for "thirty-days' mental evaluation".

 

This is what happened: On May 23, 1998, I was walking in the vicinity of  the teenage thief's house. My purpose for being there was to draw attention to the robbery. After appealing for help to the police and many other authorities for two years, I felt I had run out of options. When every reasonable effort had failed,

 

I decided that PEACEFUL PROTEST was all I had left

 

It was late afternoon. I was walking along the street by the curb across from the thief's house. I was not on private property. I was not impeding anyone's movements. I was not blocking traffic. I did not approach any vehicle, dwelling or person. I was not making any sound. I was not threatening anyone in any way. I wore posters saying why I was there. I walked slowly along the street, praying silently for protection and for justice. I prayed that someone in authority or perhaps the media would hear about me and would care enough to help my case. I carried a wooden cross - because it was my Christianity that had made me an easy target for my niece. The thief, Dawn McSweeney knew that my mother felt terrible about my conversion and she used that to turn my mother against me and set me up for the robbery.

 

As I walked along the curb, an MUC police car came up from my right, did a 180 degree turn and screeched to a halt immediately in front of me. I stood absolutely still, facing the officer as he jumped out of his car. Red-faced, he demanded "What's going on here!"

 

I explained. The officer ordered me to leave the area immediately. I laid down my cross carefully on the lawn beside me to avert any concern on the part of the nervous policeman.

 

I WOULD NOT OBEY

 

I told the officer that I would not leave because "I believe we have a right to peaceful protest in this country." I said that, if he believed I was doing something illegal, I was ready to submit to arrest and an opportunity to have my case heard in court.

 

He just glared at me. He was so edgy. He paced back and forth in front of me making offensive, aggressive comments each time he passed close to me. "You're no goddamn Christian! I'm a Christian! You're no goddamn Christian!"

 

I offered to remove my placards to assure him that I had nothing hidden. He burst out, "No! No! You wear them! You wear them!" (Yes, he did repeat himself that way.)
Then he said that, where I was going, I would be subjected to a thorough search. His tone conveyed a frightening image. He meant it to do just that. My heart started pounding, but I wouldn't let him see my fear. I took a deep breath and prayed.

 

A second police car arrived with two young officers. One of them was in the process of putting on rubber gloves as he approached. I was surprised! I'm a widow in my 60's, not a thug. I said, "Don't worry. I'm a Jew and a Christian." I spoke spontaneously to reassure the young officer that I was not aggressive. I had no way of foreseeing how my benign statement would be misinterpreted.

 

The first officer suddenly exploded ! "My brother died of AIDS!" he raged. "Now I'm going to take care of you ! I'm not going to arrest you ! I'm going to send you to the hospital for thirty-days' mental evaluation !"

 

I did nothing to oppose him. In fact I apologized to him quietly. I felt sorry that he had lost his brother. I had not intended to infer anything about people suffering from AIDS. I had only intended to assure the young officer that he had no reason to fear me.

 

All this did nothing to calm the angry policeman. His manner, from the moment he arrived on the scene, was like that of a raging bull desperate to break out of his stall.

 

A man and woman passing by stopped their bikes and also tried to calm him and reason with him, but he raged on. Through all of this unique experience in my life, I conducted myself with gentleness and dignity. Under fire, I hung on tight to God, and hope.

 

The angry policeman called for an ambulance - an ambulance that might have been needed to carry a sick person to hospital. When it arrived, I asked the officer if I might move my car off the street to the home of a friend who lived close by. If I was to be hospitalized for thirty days, my car would surely be towed away.

 

"You're not going to move your car!" he snarled. "I'm going to have it towed to the pound and it's going to cost you sixteen dollars a day!" I didn't say a word. I submitted.

 

I stepped up into the ambulance and I was taken to the Royal Victoria Hospital, miles away from Pierrefonds where I had been picketing the home of the thief. It was a long drive.

 

By the time I was seen, it was about midnight. Since my car was many miles away, I had no way to get home. I appeased the very strange doctor who wanted me to stay the night. I said I wouldn't mind spending the night in the waiting room. He said, "Do you see this? I am wearing a white coat. That means I am a doctor. You are a patient, so you have to wear this little blue gown." I was definitely not going to argue with him.

 

Good friends came in the middle of the night to get my keys and my car registration so they could rescue my car. But I stayed until morning so as to avoid complications.

 

In the morning, another psychiatrist noticed me in passing. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. "What are you doing here?" he asked. I wondered if he was someone I knew. As it turned out, he was just expressing surprise to see me there. He saw at a glance that I didn't belong there. I told him what had happened and he sent me home.

 

I reported all this to the Police Ethics Commissioner, Maitre Denis Racicot, but he has refused to act on any part of my case. I advised him that the officer who was so enraged at me has the potential to do serious harm to anyone who might be less docile, but the Commissioner has closed the file, and his ears - and his eyes.

 

Through all of this, since the robbery of October 7, 1996, all my requests for police reports have been ignored.

 

PERSPECTIVE

 

There is another aspect to this story that is quite an eye-opener. I had attended a seminar in a Chinese church in downtown Montreal, earlier in the day that I was arrested: That is the correct term, because I was stopped by the police - from doing something that I believe is a human right. The keynote speaker was a Chinese missionary. During her presentation she reported that, in China, people are no longer sent to mental institutions for being dissidents. Ironically, in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, that very same day in 1998, a woman was sent to a mental hospital for committing a peaceful protest.

 

In order to intimidate, discredit and silence me, in the year 2007, shortly after my mother's death, Dawn McSweeney's partners in crime obtained a court order declaring that I was insane and dangerous and, once again, Montreal Police arrested me, taking me this time to the Jewish General Hospital for a thirty-day mental evaluation.

 

After a day, due to overcrowding in the JGH emergency department, I was transferred to the Royal Victoria Hospital, where doctors hearing my story were incredulous. They couldn't believe this could happen, as they told a reporter from The Suburban weekly Montreal newspaper. I was released unconditionally after a total of three days.

 

The Suburban reported the story in two parts in September, 2007 under the headlines THE PHYLLIS CARTER DETENTION and CONDEMNED IN FOUR MINUTES ( in absentia.)

 

See all the details of these human rights violations in Montreal, Quebec, Canada at http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.

MY DEMANDS - THE PRICE OF PEACE

 

HERE ARE MY DEMANDS:

 

Every item that Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" stole from me must be returned to me without further delay.

 

My father's will must be re-instated and all the property and money taken by Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme and the "partners in crime" - through the fraudulent will they made in my mother's name when she was 92 years old - must be returned to my father's chosen heirs - his children and grandchildren - as named specifically in his own will.

 

I want Dawn McSweeney tried in criminal court without further delay.

 

THERE WILL BE NO PEACE FOR ANYONE UNTIL THERE IS JUSTICE.

 

Phyllis Carter

JUSTIN TRUDEAU'S RESPONSE - WHAT ABOUT JUSTICE ?

 

September 7, 2010

 

(See below)

 

Dear Mr. Defosses,

 

I can understand how this might happen under the circumstances and I appreciate your response. However, over the years, I have sent many emails to Mr. Trudeau concerning a case of serious problems with our "injustice system". As our family were devoted supporters of his father, I had hoped he would care and take an interest. But I have never, ever, received a word from him. In all that time, one might think that one of my messages might have caught his interest.

 

I am a 74 year old Canadian - my family has been Canadian for a hundred years - a widow, journalist, crime victim and cancer patient. My life, my family's lives - have been torn apart by a teenage criminal, aided and abetted by the Montreal Police, and the irresponsible and perhaps corrupt justice systems of Montreal, Quebec and Canada.

 

I refer you to my blog - yes - one of thousands, millions - but if Mr. Trudeau were to take notice of my problem, he might find there are thousands of other crime victims who are suffering because of these flaws in our injustice system, and that might be worth his attention.

 

People on Facebook and in my community tell me not to bother with Justin Trudeau because, "He is a liberal and he will not help crime victims."

And yet, I hope, because I still believe there is someone out there who cares about justice. Justin might be wise to dare to help one crime victim as an example to all the others. The people of Canada are hungry for a hero, a leader, like his father was.

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE.

 

Phyllis Carter

 

MY BLOGS:

Dawn McSweeney - http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL  - http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com

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In a message dated 07/09/2010 2:23:07 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time, Trudeau.J@parl.gc.ca writes:

Mr. Carter,

We are receiving hundreds of e-mail everyday and your e-mail might have been put in the wrong file. We sincerely apologize for the mistake and hope we'll be able to help you with your concerns.

 Sincerely, 

Tommy B. Desfossés

Adjoint administratif / Administrative assistant

Bureau de/Office of Justin P.J. Trudeau

Député/MP - Papineau

Chambre des communes/House of Commons

Ottawa, ON K1A 0A6 

From: Phyllis Carter [mailto:Carter]
Sent: September 7, 2010 10:50 AM
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Subject: RE: KILLER LIGHT BULBS - WHERE CAN I HIDE ? TRUDEAU'S RESPONSE 

Many months ago, I sent Justin Trudeau an email outlining my concerns about the new light bulbs which will present a serious health hazard to me because I am allergic to the sun. Today, September 7, 2010, I received this email.

 Are we tuned in or what ? 

Phyllis Carter 

RE: KILLER LIGHT BULBS - WHERE CAN I HIDE ?  PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL 

[English follows] 

Monsieur, Madame, 

Je vous remercie de votre correspondance dans laquelle vous me faites part de vos inquiétudes face aux implications des droits de la personne du projet de loi C-2, soit la Loi de mise en œuvre de l'Accord de libre-échange Canada-Colombie. 

Les droits de la personne sont à la base des valeurs libérales. C'est pourquoi nous avons pris des mesures sans précédent pour négocier un amendement qui exigerait de chaque pays une surveillance et une publication de rapports sur les effets de l'Accord de libre-échange (ALE) au Canada et en Colombie. 

Cette condition en matière des droits de la personne serait une première dans l'histoire des ALE. Cette mesure imposerait une nouvelle exigence pour le département des Affaires étrangères et du Commerce international qui vise à recueillir et analyser des informations sur l'impact de l'ALE Canada-Colombie sur les droits de la personne au Canada et en Colombie. Ces informations devront être fournies au Parlement du Canada par le biais d'un rapport annuel qui, par la suite, pourrait guider les politiques étrangères canadiennes à l'égard de la Colombie. Également, la publication de ces rapports annuels au Parlement permettront aux partis de l'opposition d'entreprendre un examen approfondi, et fourniront une méthode transparente d'accès à l'information pour les organisations de la société civile mondiale qui entament leurs propres évaluations des droits de la personne. 

L'amendement proposé par les Libéraux pour un suivi annuel des droits de la personne fut motivé par un désir d'une plus grande supervision publique et une croyance que les droits de la personne vont de pair avec les opportunités économiques. Nous reconnaissons que l'abus des droits de la personne en Colombie découle grandement d'une narco-économie illégale qui est perpétuée par une pauvreté répandue, un taux de chômage élevé et une infrastructure sociale insuffisante. Nous croyons qu'un engagement politique et économique fructueux pourra aider à adresser les causes de la violence et améliorer la situation des droits de la personne en Colombie. 

Je vous remercie encore une fois pour avoir pris le temps de me faire part de vos préoccupations sur le sujet.

 Bien cordialement, 

Justin P.J. Trudeau

 

 Dear Sir or Madam, 

I wish to thank you for your correspondence in which you voice your concerns about the human rights implications of Bill C-2 on the Canada-Colombia Free Trade Agreement Implementation Act.  

Human rights are at the core of Liberal values. This is why we have taken the unprecedented step of negotiating an amendment compelling each country to monitor and publicly report on how this Free Trade Agreement (FTA) impacts human rights in both Canada and Colombia.  

This is the first such human rights reporting requirement for any FTA in history. It imposes a new requirement on Canada's Department of Foreign Affairs and International Trade to focus on, collect and analyze information on the impact of the Canada-Colombia FTA on human rights in both Canada and Colombia. This information must be provided to the Parliament of Canada in an annual report which can then be used to guide Canada's foreign policy with respect to Colombia. In addition, the public tabling of the annual reports in Parliament will allow for greater scrutiny by opposition parties and provide a transparent way for civil society organizations from around the world to access this data as they conduct their own human rights impact assessments.  

The Liberal amendment for a human rights reporting requirement was motivated by a desire for greater public oversight and a belief that human rights are deeply intertwined with economic opportunity. We recognize that human rights abuses in Colombia have largely resulted from violence fuelled by Colombia's illegal narco-economy which, in turn, has been perpetuated by Colombia's endemic poverty, persistently high unemployment and insufficient social infrastructure. We believe that increased political and economic engagement can help address the root causes of violence and improve the human rights situation in Colombia.

 Thank you, once again, for taking the time to write to me on this very important issue. 

Sincerely,

 Justin P. J. Trudeau

 

ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS ON CANADA'S SHORES - THEN AND NOW

 

ILLEGAL TAMIL IMMIGRANTS ARRIVING ON CANADA'S SHORES:

 

We must be very careful about how we deal with the shiploads of people showing up on Canada's west coast right now. If they are criminals, terrorists, a threat to Canada, or just plain opportunists jumping the cue to find gold here, we must ensure that we deal with them harshly and swiftly. Put those responsible in prison and confiscate their ships. Send the offenders back from whence they came with a message to discourage others. But take care that innocent people are not injured by what we do. And be aware of the fact that corruption and discrimination may be found among our immigration authorities in this situation.

 

I am reminded of -

 

VOYAGE OF THE DAMNED

http://christianactionforisrael.org/antiholo/voyage.html

 

The St. Louis left Germany on May 13, 1939. The St. Louis steamed toward Havana from Hamburg, Germany, with nearly 1,000 Jews fleeing the Nazis

 

An estimated half of the passengers were to die later, after both the US and Cuba rejected their pleas for refuge and the cruel 40-day journey sent them back to Europe to face the Nazis.

The United States, which also turned away refugees, has yet to be strongly criticized. Its policy on Jewish refugees during the war seems to have been swept under the rug.

Only 29 percent of all Americans know that the US did not admit all European Jews who sought refuge before or during the war,

NONE IS TOO MANY

http://christianactionforisrael.org/antiholo/non2many.html

 

Canada had a restrictionist immigration policy through the 1920's and 1930's

1938 -- Canada did not want any immigrants

Almost every French-language newspaper had warned the government against opening Canada's doors to European Jews. Le Devoir asked "Why let in Jews?" This was a mild reaction compared to other vicious Anti-Semitic utterances that appeared in La Nation L'Action Catholique and L'Action Nationale. Three Quebec M.P.'s spoke out against the Jews. Wilfrid LaCroix, C.H. Leclerc and H.E. Brunelle led the anti-refugee onslaught. In the House of Commons Brunelle said "Jews have caused great difficulties wherever they have lived." Organizations in Quebec wrote letters to the Immigration Branch and were very anti-Semitic.

St.Jean Baptiste Society, the Provincial Knights of Columbus
128,000 members of the St.Jean Baptiste society signed a petition opposing all immigration and especially Jewish immigration, which Lacroix delivered to the Commons.

Mackenzie King himself after Evian said that "as far as he was concerned the admission of refugees perhaps posed a greater menace to Canada in 1938 than did Hitler." At an informal gathering at his summer residence he fondly recalled his meeting with Hitler in Germany a year earlier. He described him as being SWEET.He had a good face.

In Sept. 1938 less than a year before Canada declared war on Germany King was still mixed in his attitude to Hitler--"He might come to be thought of as one of the saviours of the world" he wrote:'

Although some organizations and high-placed members of religious groups such as the Anglican and United Churches, actively campaigned on behalf of Jewish refugees, most Canadians seemed indifferent.to the suff ering of German Jews and hostile to their admission to Canada. Rev. Silcox spoke out in Toronto. The Globe and Mail asked "does Canada stand for anything?" In New Brunswick the Lieutenant Governor George Stanley condemned those who shed tears over the fate of Jews in Europe. IN March 1939 Blair was attempting to deport Jews back to Germany who were here on tourist visas. Even the famous "voyage of the damned" received no mercy in Canada.

This ship loaded with 907 Jews from Hamburg was on its way to Cuba but Cuba refused it. The U.S. and Canada refused them and Canada even sent out a "gun boat" to shadow them.

The Chapter in this book that deals with our refusal to bring in Jewish children is the most shocking of all. We could have brought in thousands but all the stumbling blocks that were placed in the way eventually succeeded in preventing this and in the end none of those thousands came.They had been deported to Auschwitz and were gassed. The title of the long chapter that contains all the information on this incredible injustice is "the children who never came."

Charlotte Whitton had not wanted Jewish children to be brought into Canada. She wanted British children brought in and fought the Jewish community on this issue. In 1945 Britain had asked that 9000 refugee children be taken in but MacKenzie King had immediately rejected the idea. Yet they could accept 10,000 British children. Canada told Georges Vanier the Ambassador to France that they would take French children and pay their way. All the time Jewish officials were told to be silent so as not to cause problems.

Maurice Dupleissis who had once been Premier of Quebec but was now leader of the opposition party in Quebec assaulted the liberals verbally over a rumour that they were going to allow 100,000 Jews in. He got the citizens all riled up over the possibility of it coming to pass, claiming that there was an international Zionist conspiracy. Shortly after he was elected Premier again, of the Province. There was one magazine that did publish something of value and it was the LIBERTY MAGAZINE--they showed the horrible details of the Babi Yar massacre when 60,000 Jews died.

Conclusion

Basilea Schlink, founder of the Sisterhood of Mary in Darmstadt Germany wrote in her book Israel My chosen People about the need for German Christians to repent. I recommend you get a copy and read it. She points out that Paul warned us not to have a superior attitude--- it is in Romans 11: 18,20,---to verse 25. It says:

"Boast not against the branches. But if thou boast, thou bearest not the root, but the root thee...The Jews are the root of the tree--they bear us, not we them, we are grafted in. We need to repent of our arrogance. That is what led to the Crusades--Since Constantine, Christians have looked down from the throne of the Church in judgment of the Jew."

If German Christians share the guilt of the Holocaust so do Canadian Christians because our government kept a closed door policy towards them and we voted these people into office. It is interesting to note and keep in mind what Basilea Schlink points out, that the countries that offered refuge to the Jews and cared for them were spared the worst ravages of W.W.2.

Something we can rejoice about is- -Denmark alone with the King rose as one in Unity and resisted. They brought Jews to safety. God can use a hand full of people if they are in a spirit of repentance.He can turn this nation around. Didn't He say He would have spared Sodom and Gomorrah if only a few people would have repented? He waits in vain for people to repent. we can't have revival without repentance.

THE RAPE OF A JEWISH FAMILY

 

I hesitated to use the word "rape", but it is the most accurate word I could think of to describe how Dawn McSweeney and her self-proclaimed "partners in crime" stripped my entire family bare of everything we possessed, all my life's most precious belongings, the children's and grandchildren's designated inheritance  - and even of each other.

 

It wasn't accomplished in one fell swoop. My then teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney, worked her schemes on my aged mother over a period of time.

 

Dawn hated me from the time she was a child because I questioned her behaviour back then - her vulgarity toward her parents, her violence, her arrogance. The first time I was exposed to it was after my darling husband died in 1992. It was then that I started spending nights at my sister Debbie's house. I was grieving for my husband and alone and Debbie and her husband Ed did not sleep at night. So we spent the nights talking. And Dawn, a young girl at the time, and her baby sister - whom I shall not name, did not sleep either.

 

So it was then that I was witness to Dawn's behaviour, and it was then that I protested, and it was then that Debbie and Ed told me to mind my own business. and it was then that Dawn first let it be known how much she hated me.

 

I had almost nothing to do with Dawn for years. I might have seen her in passing. In the summer of 1996, Dawn demonstrated her hatred for me again when friends who had helped me when I first fell ill in 1993 came to the house for a short visit.

 

It was that summer when my mother's attitude toward me became strange. She would sit in her big armchair glaring at me, not saying anything, but glaring at me. I didn't know why, but it hurt. I could not have foreseen that this was a harbinger of a nightmare that would befall our family in a few short months.

 

I was aware that summer, that Dawn McSweeney was stirring up some kind of trouble. Since my friends stopped by that summer, there was reason to believe Dawn was up to something. But what? I had no idea. But it was then that Dawn told my mother, in my presence that my friends who professed to love me, really hated me.

 

Dawn had invited the two teenagers outside - ostensibly for teen talk - while the adults sat in the living room chatting. When the family left, Dawn told my mother that the kids couldn't stand me. In fact, she said, they "despised" me. They only pretended to love me, "for fun".

 

Incidentally, we are still friends all these years later. The son, Robbie just got married in August, 2010.

 

It was after that visit that my mother's attitude toward me changed. My mother had pleaded me to "come home" two years earlier when she learned I was sick. After Dawn's intervention that summer, it was made clear that I was no longer wanted.

 

At the beginning of October, 1996, when Dawn and Alex suddenly moved in and took over, I felt the sky falling down on me.

 

I don't think Dawn could have foreseen how her plan to rob me and displace me would evolve into the full-scale destruction of the entire family. She set out to force me out of my parents' home and assume my position in the family. I was very close to my father all my life. The first born.

 

Based on her history, I had no doubt that Dawn coveted and that she would pilfer and I begged my mother to keep her out of my rooms.. But my mother turned on me saying, "Dawn doesn't need your jewellery. She has her own jewellery. She has better jewellery than you."

 

On October 5, 1996, I did a new, detailed  inventory of all my belongings, anticipating that Dawn would steal. What I could not have foreseen in any rational expectation was that a Montreal Police officer would turn over all my life's belongings to her. She could not have foreseen that either. What a coup !

 

Christ was the key Dawn McSweeney used to open the door to 4995 Prince of Wales and make herself at home. Knowing how hurt my mother was by my decision to be baptized, Dawn used my mother's fear to ingratiate herself and make herself and her boyfriend, Alex Lavergne, the heroes coming to my mother's rescue from the enemy within the house - the betrayer of the faith and the family.

 

What I did not know at the time and did not find out until about four years later was that money had been stolen from my mother sometime before Dawn and Alex actually moved in at the beginning of October. Dawn and Debbie always had complete access in the house. No one else ever did, not since we were teenagers.

 

I had access around the house while I lived there from early in 1994 until I was attacked on October 7, 1996.  But my mother had a locked closet. I never gave much thought to what might be there. Perhaps precious old family photographs, memorabilia, now that I think about it.

 

Our family home was full of memories for me. I had lived there from the time I was to turn sixteen until I my first marriage. My mother never threw anything out, so many of our childhood things were still about. My sleigh still hung in the garage and there were photographs of the family from the time I was about three years old on the living room wall. I confess that one evening, I was overcome by nostalgia and I peeked into one of the bureau drawers in my bedroom. It was full of precious old 45 rpm records. I didn't touch  them. I closed the drawer and I vowed I would never snoop again.

 

For the two years I lived with my parents, I didn't go anywhere. I was sick, under treatment for cancer. I never went out of the house except to church - and to the hospital - My father did the shopping. I didn't even know the price of a loaf of bread at the time. I was so out of touch. I didn't have any money and I didn't spend any money. My only income was my welfare check. I offered my father money to help defray the cost of my food, but he twice refused me saying that it would confuse his income taxes. I felt he was just being the loving father I had always known.

 

So I was shocked and deeply hurt when my father suddenly told me one day that it was time for me to leave. This was after my friends from Ontario had visited in the summer of 1996.

 

I started looking for a place of my own,. I would go out almost every day and look at apartments, but being ill and having so little money, I could not find a place where I could tolerate the dirt and the smell. If I had stolen money, I could have found a reasonable apartment.

 

I was targeted for a crime I did not even know had happened. Was I ever out of the loop ! I didn't have a clue about what was going on except I knew in my bones that Dawn was out to do me harm.

 

Why would my mother think I was the one who had robbed her?  She had always professed and demonstrated her love for me. She wrote me love notes, bought me gifts. There could only be one reason.  In the years after the robbery, the pieces started falling into place. My mother was persuaded that I was the one who took her money.

 

How could I have defended myself when I didn't know that money had been stolen or even that there was money hidden in the house ? The subject was never mentioned to me until the moment my mother attacked me on October 7, 1996. And when that happened, I was in a state of total shock. Shaking and breathless shock. I didn't realize what my mother was yelling about. I thought she had lost her mind. And the police whisked me away before I could recover my equilibrium.

 

Perhaps that was what had prompted the comments months earlier when my mother had mentioned in the course of some ordinary conversation that, if I ever won the lottery, I would give all the money to my church.

 

In retrospect, I can see where she thought I would have spent her stolen money. I can't imagine anyone giving stolen money to a church. But my mother saw evil in me and in the church. And she feared it.

 

When I was attacked, I managed to call 911. The police I called to save me - helped the thief instead. The officer "helped" me out into the street - physically - and warned me in front of my assailant that I must never return to the house for any reason.

 

I appealed to the police again and again to go to the house and see that all my belongings were there, clearly marked with my name and inventory numbers. There was as detailed  inventory, insurance papers, appraisals, photographs, receipts.

 

But the police told me that my mother promised everything would be returned to me if I would just be patient. And Debbie told me that she would return all my things, but if I tried to get them any other way, I would be guilty of killing my parents.

 

In March, 1997, Dawn McSweeney returned everything she didn't want. She kept all the personal treasures of my life. Everything I had worked for all my life, everything my darling husband left me, every gift I had received, even my most sentimental things - my wedding portrait, my husband's trademark grey fedora, his rings, his badge.

 

It was then, in March, 1997, that the Montreal Police told me they would open a file. There was then what appeared to be a serious investigation and I felt that, at last, I would get back my precious belongings. But after taking away a box and a suitcase that Dawn had returned - empty - except for all the empty little velvet and cardboard  jewellery boxes - the detectives told me there were "no fingerprints". They did not say that there were smeared prints, unrecognizable prints. They stressed that there were "no fingerprints". Impossible  - since Dawn and Debbie and the friends who picked up the boxes and cases and I had all handled them. "Case closed."

 

As a result of the failure of the Montreal Police to launch a serious investigation from day one, in 2005, the "partners in crime" made a will in the name of my 92 year old mother who had been handicapped mentally and physically for decades. When she died in 2007, everything my father had laboured for all his life went to Debbie McSweeney, Dawn McSweeney, and a stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme.

 

Debbie and Dawn and their partners had kept my mother in total isolation from everyone in the family for almost a decade. But the Montreal Police refused to investigate. When my mother died, the thieves completed the job, The partners in crime stripped the entire family bare.

 

My father had denied himself everything. He didn't buy new clothes. I'm sure he wore the same shoes for decades. He didn't go to the movies since I was a child. He didn't go to restaurants. He didn't gamble or drink. He didn't even smoke cigarettes anymore. My parents didn't go on vacation since the 1950's. Whatever my father earned he saved. And he maintained the family home And Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime stole all of it.

 

And still the Montreal Police refuse to take any action against these criminals.

 

Because of my mother's fear and despair over my Christianity, the fruits of the lives of a dysfunctional but loving Jewish family were wiped out by the machinations of a malicious teenager - aided and abetted by the Montreal Police, and supported by the negligence and irresponsibility - and corruption? of members of the Montreal, Quebec and Canadian governments, who choose to look the other way. These crimes are not in anyone's jurisdiction and no one is responsible and no one has done anything wrong. 

 

Like the Nazis, Dawn and her partners in crime stole the life's treasures of the whole family and tore us apart. The robbery shattered our family. I am the only one willing to speak out openly about what took place. My brother Stephen and my sister Sheila - who were among all the children and grandchildren removed as my father's chosen heirs - have no stomach for this battle for justice. I am not even supposed to mention their names. They are angry with me for speaking about these crimes publicly, even though they have lost their inheritances and their children's inheritances to these thieves.

 

I stand alone. A Jewish-Christian determined to do what is right.

 

Justice, only justice shalt thou pursue - Deuteronomy 16:20
Expose the deeds of Darkness - Ephesians 5:11
No peace without justice - Luke 18: 1-8

 

All the details at DAWN MCSWEENEY - http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com
See  HOW TO RAISE A CRIMIMNAL - THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY

 

To : bishops.office@montreal.anglican.ca, rabbi@templemontreal.ca, editor@montreal.anglican.ca and to the Montreal Police at  commentaires@spcum.qc.ca, and at commentaires@spvm.qc.ca,  and to sandra@familiesagainstcrime.org, crimesurvivors@gmail.com, Anne-Marie.Laurin@cdpdj.qc.ca, pm@pm.gc.ca, nicholson.r@parl.gc.ca, toews.v@parl.gc.ca, ministre@justice.gouv.qc.ca, JenniM1@parl.gc.ca, Ignatieff.M@parl.gc.ca, LaytoJ@parl.gc.ca, Cotler.I@parl.gc.ca, wwacity@hotmail.com, mcqueenp@videotron.ca, jbagnall@thegazette.canwest.com, haubin@thegazette.canwest.com, psamuel@globaltv.com, tvanderheyden@ctv.ca, rdagenais@globaltv.com, barry.wilson@ctv.ca, tips@global16X9.com, AIH@cbc.ca, homerun@cbc.ca, thecurrent@cbc.ca, w5@ctv.ca, am@ctv.ca, editor@ndgfreepress.com, editor@thesuburban.com, editor@theseniortimes.com, tommy.schnurmacher@cjad.com

FIGHT FOR JUSTICE HAS COST MY HEALTH

 

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• Phyllis Carter
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• FIGHT FOR JUSTICE HAS COST MY HEALTH: I am a 74 year old widow, journalist, crime victim and cancer patient. I was attacked and robbed in my home. The police I called to rescue me - helped the thief instead. Since then, the Montreal Police have refused to take any action against the thief, Dawn McSweeney and her self-proclaimed "partners in crime." Marlene Jennings , MP, twice declared at public events in 2008 that my rights were violated by the justice system three times, but now she is silent. I have been fighting for justice - alone - day and night for more than thirteen years. It has taken a terrible toll on my health. I now have bone cancer. Dawn McSweeney's boyfriend at the time of the robbery, Alex Lavergne, rejoiced when he read about my illness on my blog. The world can see the malicious comments he posted on my blogs, using the name The Ink. The criminals are still free to enjoy everything they stole from me and from my family and free to gloat about it openly because the Montreal Police refuse to take any action against them. See for yourselves the hate mail from Dawn McSweeney's partners in crime at -
  PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL at
• http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/
  and http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/