PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

THINLY VEILED THREATS FROM ALEX LAVERGNE

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For the benefit of new readers, here is a very brief outline of the crimes committed by the self-proclaimed "partners in crime", including their hate mail and thinly veiled threats.

Scene of the Crimes: 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, Quebec

Time of the first crime:: October 7, 1996

The Thieves: Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" as she calls them on her own blog. http://graspingatintangibles.blogspot.com/

Dedicated to partners in crime and kindred spirits.
Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.

The Victims: Phyllis Carter and the Rubin Family

All the details of these crimes have been reported to the Montreal Police repeatedly since October 7, 1996. The Montreal Police do nothing.

Along with seven pages of precious inventory, Dawn McSweeney also stole my oil paintings that were still on the walls at 4995 Prince of Wales on the day I was attacked there and evicted, empty-handed, by a Montreal Police officer - without benefit of any legal procedure and with no justification but the word of my attacker.

Along with all my best jewellery and the precious items left to me by my beloved husband, Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" stole my father's books - Leaves of Grass, The Iliad, classics, mysteries, art - books my father enjoyed and cherished. I could go online and find some of these titles and buy them, but it would never be the same. The thieves stole our family's heritage.

Dawn McSweeney and her associates stole our family home, family photographs, jewellery, personal treasures, gifts, our memories, our souvenirs - our peace, our family. The robbery shattered our family and then their crimes continued because no one would stop them. But as our quest for justice accelerates, others are becoming more interested in knowing why the so-called justice system has allowed these criminals to continue enjoying the spoils of their deeds, and some people are beginning to ask questions of our political leaders.

At the time of my mother's death, hate mail started to arrive and hate messages were posted on my blog. I know now that this was the work of Alex Lavergne.

At the time, we didn't know yet about the ersatz will made in my mother's name by Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme and supported by my naive sister, Debbie. At the time, 1995, my mother was 92 years old, and handicapped mentally and physically. She had been kept in total isolation by the "partners in crime" for almost a decade. And the Montreal Police - again - refused to investigate.

To try to discredit, intimidate and silence me so that I could not protest against this bizarre new will that was about to be revealed, Kenneth Gregoire, Prud'homme - my sister Debbie's new " husband " - obtained a court order declaring that I was insane and dangerous.

A judge signed the court order in four minutes without ever seeing me or speaking to me. There was no medical evidence. There were no witnesses except my sister Debbie who had not spoken to me since early 1997 and Kenneth Prud'homme who never met me.

The new will removed all the children and grandchildren from my parents' original wills and left everything to Dawn McSweeney, Debbie McSweeney and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme. The last I heard - in June, 2009 - Dawn's father, Ed McSweeney had put a lien on the estate and Debbie and Prud'homme were living in dire poverty.

Phyllis Carter

March 10, 2009

BACKGROUND LEADING TO A WILL MADE IN 2005
IN THE NAME OF MY MOTHER WHEN SHE WAS 92 YEARS OLD.

My mother was buried on June 21, 2007. We were not told when she died.

The hate mail started on June 26, 2007. I reported it to the police the same day.

On June 27, 2007, the police came after me with the court order for a 30 day mental evaluation, accusing me of being insane and dangerous.

Weeks later, I found out that a complete stranger wanted me silenced - and why: My accuser, the mise en cause who applied for the court order, was one Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, a person I do not know and with whom I have never spoken.

This same Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme was named as liquidator of a will made in my mother's name when she was approximately 92 years old, and handicapped mentally and physically. She had been kept in total isolation for nine years, under the sole influence and total control of Debbie and Dawn McSweeney and their associates -

My mother was totally dependent on them for nine years. They held her life in their hands. My mother would have done anything to avoid being placed in a nursing home. Anything. She had told us - her children - that she dreaded that more than death. She said she had twice had near-death experiences and she did not fear death, but she was terrified of being placed in a nursing home or a public residence.

The perpetrators of this scheme knew that when I found out about the 2005 will, I would start investigating the circumstances of the creation of such a document. I had to be discredited, intimidated and silenced.

Phyllis Carter

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Sunday, August 30, 2009

DAWN'S GREED AND HATRED .THE FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE

After my darling husband died in 1992, I couldn't find a job in Montreal. Finally, I went to Ontario to look for work. I was widowed, unemployed, homeless, destitute and before long, very seriously ill.

I was rescued by a family I met through a church seminar for executives and professionals seeking work. They brought me into their home and we became very good friends. Their teenage children loved me.

I was very sick. Early in 1994 my mother appealed to me to come home. I returned to Montreal and moved in with my aging parents. My mother had no friends. She lived as a hermit, a recluse for decades.

In the summer of 1996, the Ontario family who had taken me in and helped me when I was so sick and desperate paid a brief visit to Montreal with their two teenagers.

I appealed to my mother to let them drop in for a brief visit. While the adults sat in the living room talking, Dawn McSweeney showed up at the house. She lured the two teenagers out of the house under the pretext of befriending them.

When my friends left, Dawn told my mother, in my presence, that the teenagers had only pretended to love me and that, in fact they despised me.

Dawn McSweeney could not bear the fact that I was loved. She had to poison my mother's mind. She hated the fact that I had become a Christian and she knew my parents were upset about it. She hated the fact that I stood up and spoke out about her cruel behaviour. She hated the fact that I was living with my parents. She hated the fact that I had friends and respect. She worked her hatred on my mother.

This incident was one of the first signs of the crime that would follow in October, 1996. But then there was Dawn McSweeney's childhood ....

See: HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL:
THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY
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THE HATE MAIL

June 26, 2007

I have received an email that I forwarded to a friend . He believes I am in real danger. We will try going to the police together. Here is his evaluation : The hate mail follows:

Phyllis this is a real person trying to terrorize you. I think you should take this as a real concern. The person created this can solely to scare you. It is a hotmail account. You should report it to the police and have Hotmail disable this account immediately. Ask them to help you track down the IP address the email was send from and then find the computer and the possible the culprit.
I think this threat should be taken seriously.

Forwarded Message:
Subj: phylliscarterhatemonger
Date: 26/06/2007 5:09:43 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time
From: phylliscarterhatemonger@hotmail.com
To: Phyllis Carter
Sent from the Internet

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Page after page after page of this. And it is sent using my name. We did go to Station 11 and file a complaint. A few weeks later, I received a phone call from the police saying the case was closed.

The following hate messages were written right into my own blog, and not added as a comment. Somehow these criminals found a way to access my blog. I have never given my code names to anyone. The writer is computer savvy.

Note that the date of the first hate message on my blog was June 27, 2007, the day after I received the first hate message on email and reported it to the police, and the date on which the court order was obtained and the police came for me.
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ATTEMPTS TO SILENCE ME:

https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312516501339518577&postID=258626144126364410 - Post a Comment On: DAWN MCSWEENEY

"DAWN MCSWEENEY: MOTHER IS DEAD"

Phyllis Carter said...
Might try the phone at:

My phone number

Me, Phyllis Carter

June 27, 2007 12:31 PM

Phyllis Carter said...

Of course you could always write to me at my home address but then you would all know where I live. I suppose I should just take down this silly site and move on with my life. If I don't take down the site I will surely put my address up here with instructions on how to find me... Maybe some nice pictures too.
Have a terrible day all.
Me, Phyllis Carter

July 6, 2007 10:55 AM
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Phyllis Carter

Age: 107

Gender: Female

Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Zodiac Year: Rat

Occupation: Crazy Lady

Location: Montreal : Quebec : Canada

About Me
I'm crazy, crazy for being a lunatic.

Interests
Fire
Satan
eating babies

Favorite Movies

Crazy as a Fox

Favorite Music

Sicko perversions

Favorite Books

Satan Rules!
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Phyllis Carter Hate Monger

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Phyllis Carter Uber Nut!
Call me, write me, hate me:

My email address
My telephone number

Posted by Phyllis Carter at 9:43 AM

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Phyllis Carter

Still a crazy lady.

Monday, June 14, 2010

LETTER TO THE HONOURABLE IRWIN COTLER

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NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE !

Luke 18

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For those who have taken an interest in my case, I copy the following letter that I sent to the Honourable Irwin Cotler, Canada's Minister of Justice in 2005.

Hon. Irwin Cotler, Minister of Justice,
Department of Justice,
Ottawa, Canada,
K1A 0-H8

May 17, 2005

Dear Professor,

Here I am again. I took your advice and sent my case to Protecteur du Citoyen. And, once again, I have run into that inevitable wall: It is not in their jurisdiction. This time it is because my claim did not get to them early enough. I never even heard of the Protecteur du Citoyen before you wrote to me earlier this year. The Protecteur writes that I had to ask their help when the Police Ethics Commissioner wrote to me in 2000. How could I ask the Protecteur for help when I had no idea that this organization or agency existed? It was not for lack of trying, I assure you.

At the time I was robbed, I begged the police for help. I begged my MNA. Russell Copeman for help,. I begged Marlene Jennings for help. I begged the people in charge of Legal Aid for help. I have folders full of letters and rejections and excuses. It is not in our jurisdiction. Everyone says, "It is not in our jurisdiction."

I have been fighting alone since October 7, 1996 when I was attacked and robbed in my home. A police officer helped the thief. Dawn McSweeney took everything I had worked for all my life. Years later I learned that she had also robbed my parents. And no one will help me, More recently, my aged mother was taken from her home and, again, the police refused to look into it.

My mother would now be 92 years old and no one in the family knows where she is or how she is because the thief and her accomplices took her out of the family home and will not let anyone communicate with her. Since my mother's mental health was questionable for many years, it is likely she became an accomplice in her own disaster.

The thief and her accomplices took everything. The entire family was torn apart because of the robbery. And no one will help. I have spent more than eight years - days and nights - writing letters.

All I want is justice. All I am asking for is what is my own. All I want is that the truth be told in a court of law. But I cannot afford a lawyer and no one will help me. I am not looking for money. I do not want compensation. I want justice. I am a cancer survivor and almost 69 yeas old now and I am spending my precious life begging for justice.

Sincerely,

Phyllis Carter

If the Minister of Justice of Canada, Irwin Cotler, had helped me, I would not still be pleading for justice thirteen years after the crimes began,.

This battle for justice continues.

#30

LETTER TO THE MONTREAL POLICE - THE BATTLE CONTINUES

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NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE !

Luke 18

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I am a victim of the Montreal Police. I have been pleading for justice since I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, Quebec, on October 7, 1996. While I was being attacked, I managed to wrestle the phone from my assailant and call 911.

The police I called to rescue me - helped the thief instead - and the Montreal Police have been covering up ever since.

On October 28, 2002, I sent the following letter to -

Commander Francois Anger,
MUC Police, Station 11,
6255 Somerled,
Montreal, Quebec
H3X 2B7.

Dear Sir,

Thank you for taking the time to write to me and thank you for the copy of a letter from Commander Paquin. I find no record of the original and I do not recognize the contents.

You tell me that the case is closed, but there are many questions that remain unanswered:

Can you tell me why the Police at the Mariette Station refused again and again to file a report of the October 7, 1996 attack and robbery - until March, 1997 ?

Can you tell me why Sgt. Det. Sylvie Laverdiere told me, the victim, to do the investigation myself and send her the reports ? In normal practice, I believe, the detective should have followed up my leads and sent me the police reports.

Can you tell me why, in the middle of March, 1997, the police officers at the Mariette Station told me to go to the house (4995 Prince of Wales) and ask for my jewellery?

After mocking me and laughing in my face, Dawn McSweeney (who had robbed me) called the police while I stood outside my home in the cold begging for my own belongings. And the same two police officers came to the house and asked me to leave.

Who had such power to intimidate those officers? A teenage thief ?

Can you tell me why the Police Ethics Commission (Denis Racicot) never spoke to me, never interviewed me? Can you tell me why he was so eager to close the case ? Is it because, as the letter from his assistant, Maitre Monty, says, the MUC Police have "large powers and vast authority" ? Large powers to help criminals? Vast authority to rob widows?

Can you tell me why, for six years, I have been denied a copy of the police reports on my case? I believe that police reports - certainly of "closed cases" - would be Public Record available to any citizen.

The police at the Mariette Station told me that all my belongings would be returned to me if I would "just be patient". I have been waiting for six years. I never rest. My husband cannot rest in peace while I am still going through this nightmare. Cliff could not rest while the badge he wore with dignity, courage and devotion is in the hands of the thief.

You can bury the file, refuse to pursue the criminal, refuse to make any serious effort to recover the stolen goods, close your eyes and your ears to the truth, but there will be no closure to this case until my belongings are returned or the thief is in jail.

The investigation is accelerating and will expand until everything Dawn McSweeney stole is returned. I will be presenting my case to Human Rights and Civil Rights organizations.

At present I am bringing my case to government representatives, commissions and agents including those of the United States. Several of the items Dawn McSweeney stole belonged to my husband who was an American and an officer of the law in the United States. He served proudly as a deputy sheriff in the State of New Jersey - hence the badge Dawn stole - and he was entrusted with confidential work by the U.S. Department of the Treasury.

My husband was loved and respected wherever he went. He was an honourable, decent, courageous man. I have reason to believe that American law officers who knew Cliff early in their careers will also be interested in his widow's plight.

We require the following pertinent information: Copies of all police reports relating to this case. Since all citizens have a right to know the laws of the land - the number, date and source of the statute upon which the policeman acted on October 7, 1996:

Which Quebec statute permits a Montreal Urban Police officer to evict from her home the victim of an attack who called 911 for help - a 60 year old widow, cancer patient, evicted without any justification, warning or legal procedure - to leave her homeless and destitute in the streets of Montreal in October without so much as a coat, and to give all her personal possessions to her assailant, without any court procedure?

Thank you in advance for your good faith.

Phyllis Carter

Copied to: Marlene Jennings, M.P.
Russell Copeman, M.N.A.
Marcel Tremblay, Montreal City Councillor

This letter was never answered.

The concerned reader will find detailed reports of the case at
PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL
at http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com
and http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

THE PHYLLIS CARTER DETENTION - CONDEMNED IN ABSENTIA

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Marlene Jennings, Liberal Member of Canada's Parliament, twice acknowledged publicly that my rights have been violated three times.(See details below). Russell Copeman, Member of Quebec's Legislature acknowledged that my rights were violated. But the Montreal Police continue to refuse to investigate these crimes.

Even when our aged mother was removed from her home and held in total isolation by the boastful "partners in crime" for almost a decade, the Montreal Police refused to investigate.

Even when the self-professed "partners in crime" sent me hate mail and obtained a court order declaring that I was insane and dangerous, the Montreal Police refused to investigate. I was condemned in absentia in four minutes with no medical evidence and no witnesses except my accusers. In Canada in the 21st Century. (See the reports in The Suburban weekly newspaper below.)

I am fighting for my life and for justice. Quebec's Human Rights Commission

says I am "too late" for justice. (See reports at this blogspot.)

It is not only young members of minority communities that suffer abuse at the hands of the Montreal Police. On October 7, 1996, I was sixty years old, living with my elderly parents while fighting breast cancer when I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, Montreal. I called 911.

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

The Montreal Police officer "helped" me out of my home, physically, and left me out in the street alone and destitute without as much as a coat.

I have been pleading for justice day and night for thirteen years.

I have been ignored, delayed, diverted and rejected by those in authority.

Now I am told I am too late for justice.

I am 74 years old, widowed, and last year, I learned I have bone cancer.

Like the Nazis, Dawn McSweeney stole personal treasures and destroyed lives. (See the report on this blog.)

The fact that I had become a Christian gave Dawn McSweeney an excuse to pin a target on me. I never knew what hit me until years later when the pieces started to fall into place.

Once I was out of my home, the thief had free and total access to all my most precious belongings day and night for five months. Dawn McSweeney stole everything of value that I had worked for all my life.

This crime shattered my family. But it didn't end there. In 2007, the self-proclaimed "partners in crime" were still free to take everything that belonged to my parents and their heirs - their children and grandchildren.

Canadian Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings, twice acknowledged publicly that my rights were violated three times by the injustice system but no one will help me.

The Montreal Police who turned over all my precious belongings and the lives and property of my parents to the thief did not file a report and the Montreal Police have refused repeatedly ever since to take any action against the thief and her accomplices.

Even when these criminals took my widowed mother from her home and kept her in total isolation for almost a decade, the Montreal Police refused to investigate.

It was only days after my mother's death in 2007 when I was taken from my apartment by the police again.

Even when these criminals created a bizarre and malicious application for a court order to have me declared insane and dangerous, the Montreal Police would not investigate.

A judge issued the court order in four minutes without any medical evidence, without any witnesses but the criminals themselves and without ever speaking to me.

The CLSC Pierrefonds apologized in writing for their part in these crimes.

Russell Copeman, MNA, appealed for justice - to no avail.

I have appealed to every member of government, every authority, every agency I could think of. I am told "It is not our jurisdiction," "No one did anything wrong". "Get a lawyer."

These criminals are still free to enjoy everything they stole.

I do not want money or compensation.

I can't afford a lawyer.

I am not eligible for legal aid.

What I want is justice. I want the criminals tried in criminal court.

I want the authorities to return everything Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" have stolen from me and from my family - all my best jewellery and every personal item left to me by my beloved husband - and I want them to return to the family - not to me - my parents' property and money.

Thanks to the Internet, I can tell the world about these devastating crimes in the hope of finding a hero - one honourable person who will read about what was done to me and to my family and care enough to take the necessary steps to bring Dawn McSweeney and her accomplices before an honest judge in criminal court and return everything they stole.

PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL is now also at INDYMEDIA, International News Wire Service and FACEBOOK.

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE ! Luke 18: 1 - 8

Phyllis Carter

See the message from Quebec Human Rights Commission at this blog site.

For all reports and details, see archives at

http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com and http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

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PARTNERS IN CRIME: A MATTER OF PUBLIC RECORD

On October 7, 1996, I was attacked and robbed in my parents' Montreal home, where I had been living for two years while recovering from breast cancer. At the beginning of October my teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney, and her boyfriend Alex had moved in with us. Within a week of Dawn's arrival, I was suddenly attacked for no apparent reason and without any warning. In shock, I managed to call 911.

One of the two officers who responded to my distress call 'helped' me out the door without as much as a coat. In front of my assailant, the officer told me that I must never return. This police officer's unilateral decision to evict me, forbidding me to return home, gave all my most precious belongings, and my aged parents' lives and property into the hands of Dawn McSweeney.

This action was taken without any investigation. There was no legal procedure. No hearing. No court procedure. No trial. No judgment. No background to support such an action. No justification. The officer just decided to do it. And then - he did not file a report.

Widowed, unemployed and fighting cancer, the Montreal Police abandoned me in the street alone, cold, homeless and destitute. My entire life was locked up behind me, in the hands of my teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney. I pleaded with the police to file a report, to go to the house and see for themselves the proof of what I was saying. They refused again and again. For six months, the police refused repeatedly to file a report. At 60, I had to start life again - from scratch.

Quebec's Police Ethics Commissioner, Denis Racicot, wrote to me: "The police have large powers and vast authority .... The case is "definitively closed." Large powers - to help criminals? Vast authority - to rob widows ?

I appealed to Quebec Premier Jean Charest. He wrote to say that the theft of all my jewellery and the fruit of my life's work and the personal treasures my husband left to me, is "a civil matter of an unfortunate nature." Grand larceny is a civil matter ?

After the robbery, Dawn's mother, Debbie McSweeney, our youngest sister, obtained power of attorney from both my parents. Every other member of the family, social services, fire protection inspectors and even police detectives, were barred from my parents' home thereafter.

In April, 2004, the home of our youth looked like something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie, doors and windows overgrown with dead vines. I called for help and learned that my mother had been removed from her home. So I went to the police station to file a missing person report. The officer could not file a report - because Debbie, told him by telephone that she knew where mother was. To see your mother or get information about where or how she is, you have to file a civil suit. "But you will need a lawyer." But that would take months ! Can't the police check on my mother now ? Sorry.

The following is a matter of Public Record.

In June, 2007, we learned that our mother had died. She was buried on June 21, 2007 after being kept in total seclusion by Debbie and her associates from the day of the robbery. Suddenly, on June 26, I started receiving hate mail and threats to drop the robbery case were posted on my blog. I reported that to the police immediately. The next afternoon, June 27, two police officers came to my door with a court order to have me committed for a 30-day mental evaluation, accusing me of being insane and dangerous. I was released from the hospital unconditionally on June 29, 2007.

The Suburban weekly newspaper carried that story in two parts,
on September 5, 2007 and on September 12, 2007.

The following is also a matter of Public Record.

Weeks later, I found out why a complete stranger wanted me silenced: My accuser, the mise en cause who applied for the court order, was one Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, a person I do not know and with whom I have never spoken. This same Prud'homme is named as the liquidator of a will in my mother's name created when she was 92 years old, handicapped mentally and physically and had been totally under the physical control and influence of Debbie and this group for a decade. Their will was notarized and executed, but OUR MOTHER DID NOT SIGN THAT WILL. All the children were included in the wills my parents had made. Only Debbie and Dawn McSweeney and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme benefit from the bizarre 2005 will.

Months later, I discovered Dawn McSweeney's own blog on the internet. The heading reads:

grasping at intangibles

Dedicated to partners in crime and kindred spirits.

Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.

http://graspingatintangibles.blogspot.com/

In November, 2007, my Member of the Quebec National Assembly wrote an appeal to the Conseil de la Magistrature against the judge who condemned me with his court order in less than four minutes without ever seeing me or speaking to me and without any medical evidence, but based solely on the bizarre accusations made by a man I do not know and Debbie who had not spoken with me since 1997. The Conseil de la Magistrature of Quebec replied that the judge did nothing wrong.

I am now 74 years old. I have been fighting for justice in this case for thirteen years. I will never give up. I want to make it very clear that I will not accept money or "compensation" from anyone. I want my parents' true wills to be reinstated. I do not want anything from my parents' estate for myself. I want only what Dawn McSweeney and her associates stole from me. And I want the thieves tried in criminal court.

I am fighting for that rare and elusive treasure - JUSTICE !
I will not settle for anything less.

Phyllis Carter

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MARLENE JENNINGS, M.P. ACKNOWLEDGED MY RIGHTS WERE VIOLATED

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. A Montreal Police officer helped the thief and the police have refused to pursue this case from the start. They say their hands are tied and crime victims have no rights.

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". She indicated that there was nothing she could do about the first and second violations because of the system, but she will help me with the third violation - the 2005 will made in my 92 year old mother's name.

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 was kept in total isolation by these criminals for ten years - 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.

Dawn McSweeney and her associates robbed me and my family. I have provided copious evidence to the Montreal Police from the start, but the Montreal Police do nothing.

If the Montreal Police had acted properly on October 7, 1996, Dawn McSweeney and her "Partners in Crime" would never have had the chance to steal all my most precious possessions or to obtain a court order declaring me insane and dangerous. They would never have had the opportunity to make a will in my mother's name, when she was 92 years old and handicapped - physically and mentally. A will from which only the circle of thieves benefited. They would not have been able to keep our mother in total isolation for a decade until her death in 2007.

Everything that has happened since October 7, 1996, can be directly linked to the incompetence and perhaps, corruption, of the Montreal Police and Quebec's so-called "justice system".

I have waited for Marlene Jennings to act since 2008. But I do not just wait. I struggle for justice night and day. Somewhere there is an honest person who has authority and the conscience to do what is right. I continue to search for that person.

Phyllis Carter

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THE CLSC APOLOGIZED FOR THEIR PART IN THE CRIME.

To try to discredit, intimidate and silence me so that I would stop pursuing the criminal case of the robbery that took place on October 7, 1996, the "partners in crime" obtained a court order accusing me of being insane and dangerous.

A social worker at the CLSC helped Debbie McSweeney and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme to draft the application for that court order. There were no witnesses and there was no medical evidence. I was never contacted.

My accusers were Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, a complete stranger to me, and my sister, Debbie Rubin McSweeney, who has not spoken a word to me since 1997. My mother's death was the trigger. I had to be silenced. A secret was about to be revealed, but I didn't know anything about it then.

The judge issued the court order in four minutes without ever speaking to me or anyone other than Mr. Prud'homme and Debbie. On this basis, two policemen came to my apartment and took me away.

In Canada in the 21st Century.

Phyllis Carter

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APOLOGY RECEIVED FROM CLSC (Quebec Community Clinic)

April 1, 2008

Through the intervention of our Member of the Quebec National Assembly, Russell Copeman, I received a copy of the following letter today, April 1, 2008:

Centre de sante et de services sociaux
de l'Ouest-de-l"ile
West Island
Health and Social Services Centre

March 11, 2008

Mr. Russell Copeman
M.N.A. for Notre-Dame-de-Grace
6332 Sherbrooke Street West, Suite 205,
Montreal, Quebec
H4B 1M7

Subject: Complaint from Mrs. Phyllis Carter
(File Number .........)

Dear Mr. Copeman,

Following our meeting, I proceeded to investigate the incident that led to Mrs. Phyllis Carter being evaluated against her will.

The Social Worker who assisted Mrs. Carter's sister in this endeavour followed the established procedure to submit a request for psychiatric evaluation. However, while conducting this investigation, in collaboration with the Director of Mental Health program, we realized that the option of informing the respondent (person for whom the request is made), as well as verifying this person's mental health, was not present.

In Mrs. Carter's case, the Social Worker took for granted the sister' statements about Mrs. Carter's behaviour. Therefore, the "Protocole requete pour evaluation psychiatrique" should be revised to include the procedure of verifying the person's mental status before sending in the request.

The West Island Health and Social Services Centre would like to apologize to Mrs. Carter for this experience. The supervisor of the Psychosocial intake, Mr. Claude Girouard, is willing to talk to Mrs. Carter, should she wish to do so. He can be reached at 514 -------- Ext. -----

Users' complaints represent an occasion for the establishment to improve the quality of its services. We thank you for bringing this situation to our attention.

Yours truly,

Diane Joly
Local Service Quality and Complaints Commissioner

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By Anna Bratulic, The Suburban

September 5, 2007

In Quebec, the Loi sur la protection des personnes dont l?état mental présente un danger pour elles-mêmes ou pour autrui permits someone to be held for psychiatric evaluation for up to 72 hours. The procedure is almost star-chamber like. It merely requires a petitioner and the person whose detention is sought is not necessarily brought in front of a judge before being detained. Like the labyrinth of public curatorship, under which someone can lose control of their own affairs on the recommendation of a bureaucrat, it is a draconian system. Phyllis Carter was caught up in its net. The following story is not meant to draw any conclusions on the specific merits, or lack thereof, of the Carter detention. It is meant to draw your attention to a process that is archaic at best and in desperate need of reform. ? Beryl Wajsman, Editor
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$">Phyllis Carter was ready to step into the shower on June 27 when the doorbell rang.
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$">She says her visitors turned out to be two police officers with a court order authorizing them to take the 71-year-old Montrealer into custody in order for her to submit to a mandatory psychiatric assessment.
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$">Carter didn't argue. She dressed, shut down the TV and computer, locked up the windows and doors, threw some clean underwear into a bag and followed the officers out the door.
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$">On the way to the Jewish General Hospital, Carter says the officers asked her strange questions. Does she wear a big cross or spout quotes from the Bible, for example. Had she ever killed cats by beating them against walls, set fire to buildings for the sheer joy of watching them burn, fantasized about killing her parents in their sleep, or worn a bullet-proof vest to her mother?s funeral? Had she ever danced naked atop her mother's grave.
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$">The doctors at the hospital asked similar questions, she said.
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$">Carter believes a family member made the allegations to cast doubt on her sanity. I can understand that a lawyer would take the case because a lot of lawyers will take any case for money, said Carter during a telephone interview.
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$">But the fact that a judge granted a court order without ever seeing me, speaking to me, had no knowledge of who I am, just on the basis of such outrageous accusations, is shocking.
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$">Carter, a regular at borough council meetings and community protests, believes the family member is resentful of her because of a long-standing family feud that has gone on for 11 years. Her dogged insistence on the justice of her position in that feud has landed Carter in hot water in the past.
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$">Carter admits to having staged a one-woman demonstration to call attention to her plight stemming from the feud about five years ago. Wearing a sandwich board protest sign and holding up a huge cross, Carter paced silently back and forth across the street from the family member's home. Police were called to the scene and Carter was transported to the hospital to undergo a mental evaluation. She says she was released almost immediately after being seen by the doctor.
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$">When asked if it was still worth pursuing this issue after all these years, Carter replied: I'll die for this, and if that's crazy, then I'm crazy because justice is more important to me than anything.
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$">Carter is not sure what prompted her relative to have her committed this time around. Attempts by The Suburban to track down the family member and ask their side of the story were unsuccessful.

( Note: This is incorrect. We learned that this was done to discredit and silence me, because a new will made in my mother's name was about to be exposed following her death.)
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$">Psychiatrist Dr. Jason Morrison treated Carter at the Royal Victoria this past June. When asked if Carter was deprived of her liberty needlessly, Morrison said: It's really hard to say whether it's needless. The person making the complaint felt there was something; there was something in the information contained that the judge felt there was sufficient information for having granted [the court order], he said.
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$">However, without getting into the details of Carter's case, Morrison said that after he examined her, he did not think she needed to be in custody and discharged her.
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$">In fact, he seemed surprised that Carter was brought in to begin with. This is the only time I've ever seen this happen [...] Most often when we have people brought in on a court order for an assessment, it's been very important for the person to be treated in hospital. Its not always the case, but it?s often the way, he said.
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$">The Suburban attempted to obtain a copy of the court order for Carter's detention to validate her story. However, a clerk we spoke to at the Palais de justice said that such documents are confidential and only Carter would be able to request a copy of her file. Carter says she has sent away for a copy.
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$">Existing mental health legislation permits family members or people in the community, such as social workers, to request that a person be forced to undergo psychiatric testing if they have reason to believe a person is in imminent danger of injuring themselves or others.
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$">In Quebec, the Loi sur la protection des personnes dont l'état mental présente un danger pour elle- mêmes ou pour autrui permits someone to be held in an authorized medical facility for a psychiatric evaluation for up to 72 hours, after which they must be let go or their further detention must be justified.
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$">A person may also contest their detention, however, Carter says she did not openly object to being at the hospital for fear that it would only make things worse. Nor, she says, did she immediately tell other family members about her plight.
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$">I did not want them involved. I was told afterward, if I had given them [hospital staff] the name and number of any of my relatives or friends who could have immediately told them who I am and what I am, I would have been released immediately. But I wanted this to be played out. I wanted to go on my own merit, without anybody speaking up for me, she said, adding that she did eventually supply the hospital with a name when she thought she might otherwise be stuck there for weeks.
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$">Margaret Somerville, founding director of McGill's Centre for Medicine, Ethics and Law, says that though there have been significant reforms in mental health law in the last few decades due largely because of abuses in psychiatric cases, it is possible for the law to be used in a vengeful way, citing the case of a doctor who had a friend commit his wife, who later won a suit against her husband for false imprisonment.

$">Sure [it's possible to abuse the law], but it's very unlikely you'd succeed. The other thing is you could turn around and sue the person who did it. In Quebec I think it would be highly likely that the law would consider this (in terms of moral damages). And in common-law, you'd think things like defamation. Just making the allegation that you're insane and should be locked up could be defamation.
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$">Somerville says a judge would have to be presented with clear and convincing evidence before authorizing a commitment order. Can you imagine if I just marched into court before a judge and I say I'd like an order to lock you up. You can imagine judges don't give those orders very readily.
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$">Susy Landreville, a lawyer for the Douglas Mental Health University Institute, said that obtaining a court order for a psychiatric evaluation is usually a last resort for family members, who are often very concerned about a loved one's welfare and torn up about the decision.
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$">Landreville said that those taken in for an evaluation may not be aware that they need help and are often very upset at family members for doing what they did.
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$">When people ask us what they should do, we tell them to try to get [their loved one] to go to the hospital of their own accord. Otherwise, it's very traumatizing for them.
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$">Carter was released on the third day of her detainment, but she doesn't feel vindicated because the stigma of having her sanity questioned will remain, she says.
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$"> She also fears her relative will make more complaints and she will be taken into custody again.
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$">There are some people who might like to see me in a little padded cell, she said, noting that the only time she was ever hospitalized for psychiatric reasons was years ago when she admitted herself for a bout of depression after her husband died and she was diagnosed with cancer. Once you are accused, there are always going to be people who are going to doubt your sanity. And because I'm outrageously outspoken, I can expect that, but I'll be damned if that's going to stop me.

2007-09-05 09:32:41

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The Suburban

September 12, 2007

Tribunal took four minutes in Carter detention

Contradictions on face of court order

By Anna Bratulic, The Suburban

It took a Quebec Court judge a mere four minutes to evaluate and approve an application to force N.D.G. resident Phyllis Carter to undergo psychiatric testing this past June.
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$">However, Carter, 71, was neither present at the hearing nor did she know such a petition was being made against her.
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$">According to provincial court documents obtained by The Suburban, closed-door proceedings in Carter?s case began at 10:03 am on June 27, questioning of the petitioner (a member of Carter's family) took place at 10:05 am, and an order for her to be taken to hospital for an evaluation was given at 10:07 am.
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$">Later that day, she was taken by surprise when two police officers showed up at her door to escort her to hospital for a mental evaluation. She was kept for a few days until a psychiatrist at the Royal Victoria released her on the grounds that she did not pose a danger to herself or others.
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$">This all happened to me based on something that somebody looked at for four minutes. [...] If it could happen to me, imagine what it would be like for an immigrant, a shy person or someone who's not educated. Imagine what it would be like for someone who really had had some mental problems in the past, and somebody comes knocking at the door and you haven?t done anything, she said.
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$">Caroline Stewart, coordinator at Action Autonomie, an organization that advocates on behalf of rights for the mentally ill, suspects the judge was probably convinced to issue a dispense de signification.
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$">This exemption allows proceedings in such cases to carry on without the defendant because it is felt that if they knew they might do something rash, like harm someone or run off.
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$">Stewart says it is not difficult to persuade a judge to issue an exemption. According to a study published by Action Autonomie in 2005, of the 391 requests to put someone in interim custody for clinical psychiatric examinations, only three people were given notice to attend their own hearings.
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$">The court ruling in Carters case refers to an 'absence of consent' as one of the reasons why an exemption and subsequent mental evaluation were ordered, yet at the same time states that it waives questioning of the respondent and exempts the applicant from serving the motion on the respondent. Carter insists no one ever gave her an opportunity to consent, or for that matter, to refuse to consent to anything.
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$">"It's one of the things we denounce", says Stewart. "Too often an exemption from service is issued and people cannot get their voices heard... From the moment that a person concerned is not involved in the procedure, such as by being present, for example, it creates a situation where the law can be applied too broadly[...] We ask that people always be present at court in order to be heard and be represented by a lawyer. When that does happen, we see that, sure enough, the applications are rejected."
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$">Quebec's Mental Patients Protection Act states that a person may have to undergo a mandatory psychiatric examination if there is reason to believe they might be a danger to themselves or others.
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$">Stewart estimated that, on average, proceedings last about six minutes. "There are some that are two minutes, some that are a minute and a half, some four minutes. [Short hearings] are frequent, but criticized because it's too little time to assess someone's level of danger [to self and others]."

2007-09-12 10:52:39

Still the Montreal Police refuse to take action against the criminals in this case.

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NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE !

Luke 18

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MONTREAL POLICE ACT IN PLACE OF JUDGES

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NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE !

Luke 18

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You find yourself in a dispute. You call 911 for help. Did you know that the Montreal Police are not obligated to take a citizens' complaint and make a report?

Furthermore, the police have the right to make a report of one party's version of a dispute and to refuse to record the information offered by the second party. I know of more than one case where this has occurred and caused serious prejudice to the persons whose reports were refused.

It is ridiculous therefore to say "the police are not judges" as a police woman told one crime victim I know. (See "Quebec Courts - Let's Make a Deal" )

This very common practice makes the police judges. The police decide what version of an event should be reported and filed and they are free to refuse the version of any of the other parties.

That this is an accepted practice in a democratic society is shocking. It leaves a wide pitfall for an individual officer or a team to place at a disadvantage one or more of the parties to a dispute.

It means that a police officer - who may favour one party's race, religion, status, language, appearance of anything else, more than the characteristics of another party - is free to record and file a one-sided, even prejudicial report, leaving the other party or parties to defend themselves as " the accused" in court. Furthermore, I was told that, if you don't have a lawyer, you do not even have the right to see the police report and you cannot obtain a copy of it,

This leaves the second party in a conflict at a serious disadvantage, obliged to hire a lawyer and go to court to defend himself/herself. Only then, months - or even years - down the line, do they get to have their version of the case heard, acknowledged and recorded.

Immediately, the impression is that the second party is counter-suing, merely to defend himself or herself. This individual's testimony is bound to be less credible than the testimony given in the official police report. Judges are strongly inclined to accept the police reports as gospel, leaving the second party to defend him or herself, not only against the original accusations, but also against the "written word" of the authorities.

All conscientious citizens must press their MP's and MNA's to change this unjust law, by-law or practice. It is blatantly prejudicial. It is the antithesis of democracy and it makes a mockery of Pierre Elliott Trudeau's dream of a "Just Society".

NOW THAT YOU KNOW, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT ?

Phyllis Carter

This report was first published in Phyllis Carter's Victims' Voices in 2003.
See "Montreal Police Dodge, Stifle and Bury Vital Reports", and
"Quebec Courts - Let's Make a Deal" in Phyllis Carter's Journal
at http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com

MONTREAL POLICE DODGE, STIFLE AND BURY VITAL REPORTS

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NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE !

Luke 18

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Montreal Police dodge, stifle and bury vital reports - even when it is a matter of life or death !

When Montreal Police kept refusing to file a report of the assault and robbery of which I am the victim, I felt I was in a nightmare - in China or the Soviet Union - not in Canada !

On October 7, 1996, I was sixty years old, living with my elderly parents while fighting breast cancer, when I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal.

At the beginning of October my teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney, and her boyfriend, Alex Lavergne, had suddenly moved in with us.

Within a week of Dawn's arrival, I was suddenly attacked for no apparent reason and without any warning. In shock, I managed to call 911.

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

In front of my assailant, the officer ordered me never to return to the house. He forbid me to take any of my belongings with me except my purse, my bible and a pair of shoes I had intended to wear in church that day,

The MUC Police officer "helped" me out of the house, - physically by my arm - and just drove away. Widowed, unemployed and fighting cancer, the police abandoned me in the street alone, cold, homeless and destitute. My entire life was locked up behind me in the hands of my teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney and her boyfriend, Alex Lavergne.

This police officer's unilateral decision to evict me and order me never to return home, gave all my most precious belongings, and my aged parents' lives and property into the hands of Dawn McSweeney.

This action was taken without any investigation. There was no legal procedure. No hearing. No court procedure. No trial. No judgment. No background to support such an action. No justification.

The officer just decided to do it. And then - he did not file a report.

I went to the police station on Mariette in NDG and pleaded with the police to file a report, to go to the house and see for themselves the proof of what I was saying. All my boxes and cases stored in the house, many since 1988, were clearly marked with my name and inventory numbers. A full, detailed inventory was in my files.

But the Montreal Police refused again and again. For more than five months, the police refused repeatedly to file a report of this crime. At 60 years of age and suffering from the effects of chemotherapy and radiation treatments, I had to start life again - from scratch.

Police officers are very reluctant to write reports. If there is any way they can avoid doing so, they will. It is just too much bother for them. If they take the trouble to write a report, they will be expected to follow through. That means spending time on paper work and time-consuming court appearances. When things finally do get to court - if they ever do, there are usually delays and postponements and the officers may be subjected to cross-examination and have to answer for any mistakes they might have made. So police officers avoid filing a report whenever possible. This is the dilemma the poor victim has to face.

NO POLICE REPORT - NO JUSTICE

The victim can do absolutely nothing about it. If the officers refuse to take a report, it is up to the already beleaguered victim to try to figure out the injustice system and find help.

Reviewing some of my files, I was reminded of another case in which a crime victim was denied the right to a police report when she was trapped, detained and threatened by criminals. In that case, the MUC Police detectives suspected attempted murder.

In a suburb of Montreal, Quebec in 1989, a woman - let's call her Sabrina - living with her handicapped husband in one of the apartments in the tenement building called Crestview Gardens at 12210 Pierrefonds Blvd., tried to start a tenants' association with her neighbours. Strong fumes from the garage were entering some of the apartments and there were other problems. Tenants peeking out from behind their apartment doors said they were afraid to act.

Twenty two tenants signed Sabrina's petition, but their fears were justified. Sabrina's efforts didn't sit well with the building managers and the janitor and his wife, Therese Santerre, took steps to make life miserable for her. Sabrina and a tenant who dared to help her were followed in the hallways when they called on neighbours. Bags of garbage were tied to her apartment door handle. On three occasions someone turned in false alarms using the device closest to her apartment, bringing the firemen to her door and casting a shadow on her character.

As reported in the Montreal Gazette on April 5, 1990, Sabrina claimed "Santer threatened in April to hurt her if she continued putting up tenants' association posters in hallways. Police laid a charge of making threats. Sabrina said, 'They would bang on my door in the middle of the night or would ring my bell endlessly ... On October 13 ... she was hit on the back in the garage while she was carrying groceries to her apartment. Santer was charged with assault. Later that month, the phone in Sabrina's apartment began ringing day and night. Police charged Santerre with making anonymous calls but Pierrefond's prosecutor declined to proceed with the charge. 'She (Sabrina) is the one who harassed me', Santerre said, ' She called the cops because someone dropped some water on her balcony. Even the cops are scared of her....' "

Finally in the summer of 1989, after health department tests proved that gasoline and exhaust fumes were indeed seeping into Sabrina's apartment from the garage, the janitor and a second man, not known to Sabrina, trapped her in her car in the underground garage as she was trying to go out.

She looked back and saw the men at the electric power box. She was trapped and paralysed with fear, alone in the dimly lit garage with the two men just a few steps away to her right by the switch box.

Hot panic ! Stop ! Think !

From her left side, a glint of light struck her eye. A side door was slightly ajar! Terrified, she decided her only hope was to make a run for it. She bolted from her car and escaped into the street.

Immediately, in the bright sunlight, Sabrina saw a very heavy man sitting on the big boulder on the lawn by the bus stop and she ran to him and told him what had just happened. At that moment she saw a police van coming along Pierrefonds Blvd from the west.

Sabrina ran to the curb and yelled and chased and flagged down the van and told the two officers what had happened.

As Sabrina led the police officers toward the front entrance of the building, a fire truck pulled up and firemen started rushing ahead of them toward the entrance.

Back in the garage, one of the police officers told Sabrina that the janitor said she had tried to commit suicide by setting herself on fire in her car.

The police found no sign of fire in the car - not a cinder, an ash or a singe. But a burnt packet of paper matches was given to the police by the janitor.

Charring and three burnt paper matches were soon found by the police on the garage floor UNDER Sabrina's car.

Sabrina's husband, unable to walk on his own, and so many other innocent people were at home in their apartments during the afternoon. She was shocked by the events and stunned at the suggestion that she would start a fire and risk their lives.

Finally, the police did a little test and found that Sabrina, a non-smoker - was not able to light paper matches.

There was no follow-up.

When Sabrina called for the police report, she was told that there was no record whatever of these events and the police said they could not identify the officers she had summoned to the scene, even though she provided all the details, descriptions, time and place.

Now she and her dear husband were left on their own at Crestview Gardens with neighbours mute behind closed doors. She did not dare to park her car in the garage again and there was no parking on the nearby streets. She soon found her windshield smashed.

Sabrina approached the secretary at St. Barnabas Anglican Church next door to Crestview Gardens and Fr. Bob Smith, hearing of her plight, allowed her to park her car on the church lot for the remainder of her lease.

Before long, Montreal Police detectives took an interest in these events. They told us that the janitors had planned to get rid of their problems by setting fire to Sabrina's car while she was trapped, thus squelching any further attempts by anyone to start a tenants' association in their buildings.

The detectives told us that, while the men detained Sabrina in the garage, the janitor's wife, Therese Santerre, called the fire department to provide the gang with an alibi. They did not expect her to escape.

With the encouragement of friends and the help and support of these police detectives, and one brave tenant in particular - Sabrina helped the police press criminal charges in court in Montreal in March, 1990.

The accused - who customarily dressed in black leather and rode motorbikes flying Confederate flags - came to court transformed in pressed slacks and fresh shirts. Therese Santerre traded her fringed leather jacket for a demure beige skirt, a dainty white blouse and baby doll shoes.

The detectives who were providing protection for Sabrina and her husband were not happy with the outcome of the case against these individuals they had told us were known criminals.

Without a police report by the officers who examined the crime scene, the tenant was unable to prove her case.

The perpetrators walked away smiling.

However, later, in civil court, Sabrina was granted $1,000.00 in damages. A very small compensation for all the pain and suffering.

I know all this to be true because, I am "Sabrina."

This case resulted in the formation of the West island Tenants' Association headed by that one brave tenant who stood by my side throughout this ordeal, Mr. Brian Curnock.

Years passed. My darling husband died in 1992. A friend led me to a healing service - "coincidentally" - at St. Barnabas Church in Pierrefonds. I moved to Ontario looking for work. I fell ill with breast cancer. But I kept returning to Montreal to attend services at St. Barnabas.

At Epiphany, 1994, Fr. Bob Smith baptized me in St. Barnabas Church.

These events were first reported in Phyllis Carter's newsletter,
VICTIMS' VOICES.

I am Phyllis Carter

Saturday, June 12, 2010

FREE MAN CHOKES ON FORCE-FED LANGUAGE

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"Free Man Chokes on Force-Fed Language" - That was what my poster read decades ago when I joined the throng on Parliament Hill to protest Quebec's oppressive language laws. A photograph of that demonstration showing my sign appeared in The Montreal Star in 1971.

Pauline Marois, Parti Quebecois leader now dares to say, " It is not acceptable to send this message, that it is possible to have free choice. " (June 7, 2010). She says this without hesitation or shame. The people who are paying her salary don't have the right to free choice! In Canada in the 21st Century! I can just see all the intelligent, wealthy, young and healthy people - English and French - heading for the airport and the highway west. Where have we seen this before? Plus ca change !

It never fails to amaze me how anyone living in a free country can accept the fact that they are denied the right to choose the languages their children may learn. Immigrants having suffered tyranny in their own homeland may be grateful just to be alive in any language. But that native Canadians accept such bigotry is a real puzzler.

French is such a lovely, expressive language. Why do the separatists feel it has to be forced on their own people ?

Action Democratique de Quebec party leader, Gerald Deltel, now says that Quebec schools should teach English from the sixth grade.

In the mid-1960's Dr. Henry Morgenthaler appointed me a director of The Committee for Neutral Schools. I served with him for two years. What we were promoting was the very simple, logical, democratic, civilized plan that all children in Canada be taught English and French in a secular school system.

Everyone would be treated equally. School subjects would be divided up fairly and taught in either English or French, or English could be taught in the morning and French in the afternoon. So simple really. Everyone would come out of school completely bilingual. Young people of all backgrounds would make friends throughout their school years. A recipe for peace and respect and progress.

In October, 1965, I appeared on CFCF Radio with David Bassett on "Talk of Montreal" and on his television show, "Nite Cap". In January, 1966, I was interviewed on CBC T.V.'s "Calendar", and on CBM Radio by B.J. Cannings. I presented the obvious merits of such a simple, open program of education. But those with strong separatist interests would not allow the concept to be considered. They were hell bent on ensuring that "pure laine" children not learn English. Yes, English speaking children would learn both French and English, but French speaking children would be denied. Guess who lost out.

As a delegate to a Quebec Liberal Convention at the Chateau Frontenac in 1971, I promoted the idea of bilingual education for all Canadians. At the plenary session, the secretary at the table on the stage declared before all the delegates that her children would learn English over her dead body.

At that point I destroyed my membership card. This scene was captured by the CBC camera under the supervision of producer, Stephen Phizicky, and it was seen from Vancouver to Prince Edward Island, in spite of the efforts of the Liberal whips to confiscate all the tapes that other reporters had made of my actions.

The associate editor of The North Shore News, Evelyn St. Pierre, was the one who told me later about the whips taking the tapes away from the reporters. But the CBC report went through because, even though the whips had pulled the plug on their camera, it continued to record on batteries without their knowledge and the entire scene was broadcast across Canada on the CBC TV National News.

The vital subject of Education in Quebec that had been discussed all weekend in workshops was cut from the printed plenary session program in spite of the promises I received from two prominent members of the Quebec Liberal Government that this would not be allowed to happen.

Those in charge of the plenary session just cut off all discussion and said everyone was tired and wanted to go home. At that plenary session, delegate Winnifred Potter wept at the microphone, as did School Commissioner, John Agnew, at the way the Quebec Liberal party was butchering the English speaking delegates. All this was reported in the press at the time.

There is no logical reason for children in Quebec to be stifled, restricted, blinded to the reality of the English language. Only fear and bigotry make it possible to impose such restrictions.

Limiting children to the French language ensures a slave economy. Coming out of school, these youngsters will have a good education that they can only use effectively in Quebec, France, Louisiana and some former French colonies in Asia, perhaps.

Quebec's language laws are not about pride in heritage. They are imposed to control the minds of the simplest people. Drive out the "others" and you can control those who remain - the unilingual, brainwashed products of bigotry.

See WHAT IS A DISTINCT SOCIETY ?

posted April 11, 2010 at
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com

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