My life is devoted to truth and justice.
It is Christmas Day, 2009. I am spending my day planning the next steps in my campaign to catch the thieves who robbed me on October 7, 1996 at 4995 Prince of Wales, N.D.G., Montreal - Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" - and to expose all those who helped them - either by negligence or by corruption, including the Montreal Police officer who made the robbery possible.
With the internet providing a window on the entire world, the possibilities are infinite.
There will be no peace without justice.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
EFFORTS TO SILENCE ME
Since I was robbed on October 7, 1996, the "partners in crime" have tried a variety of bizarre tactics to try to silence me - to stop me from reporting the details of how they robbed me and my family. The facts appear on this blog and elsewhere all over the world. Telling the truth is not a crime.
Since then, Member of the National Assembly of Quebec, Russell Copeman, and Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings, have both made efforts to obtain justice for me. They have presented my case in public forums and to various authorities.
Still, the Montreal Police continue to refuse to take action against the thieves, and the thieves persist in trying to silence and discredit me.
But here I am, all these years later, still reporting the details of the crimes.I will continue to do so until the "partners in crime" return everything they stole and confess to the police.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
DAWN MCSWEENEY - REWARD - MONTREAL
This is a photograph of Dawn McSweeney (Lavergne) taken a few years ago. If you have any information about her connection with the robbery at 4995 Prince of Wales, in Montreal, please leave a comment at this site and report it to the Montreal Police.
A reward is available for information leading directly to the return of everything that was stolen at the above address in October 1996.
DAWN MCSWEENY (LAVERGNE)
Monday, November 30, 2009
PHOTOGRAPH OF DAWN MCSWEENEY (LAVERGNE)
If you have any information about Dawn McSweeney's connection with the robbery at 4995 Prince of Wales, Montreal in 1996, please leave a comment at this web site and tell the local Montreal Police.
There is a reward available for information leading to the return of everything that was stolen. The case is ongoing.
This is a photograph of Dawn McSweeney (Lavergne). It is a few years old.
Phyllis Carter
Dawn McSweeney Lavergne
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Monday, November 23, 2009
DAWN AND ALEX LAVERGNE REFUSE POLYGRAPH
After the robbery at 4995 Prince of Wales, Montreal Police told me that Dawn McSweeney and Alex Lavergne refused to take polygraph tests.
I am now, as I was then, available to take a police polygraph test at any time and I will, under oath, repeat everything I have published about how Dawn McSweeney robbed me and my family.
Phyllis Carter
Thursday, November 5, 2009
PHOTO DAWN MCSWEENEY
Dawn McSweeney
I am begging you once again to return everything you stole from me and the Rubin family and then you can go in peace.
Phyllis Carter
Monday, November 2, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
REWARD - ROBBERY - PRINCE OF WALES, MONTREAL
Most thieves want material items - money, jewellery. Dawn McSweeney wanted all that, but in this case, the thief also deliberately tore apart my family.
There can be no justice for my parents. My father, George Rubin, and my mother Leonie Rubin, went to their graves after years of suffering because of Dawn McSweeney's greed and hatred. Nothing can ever fix what was done to them by Dawn and her "partners in crime."
My mother was easily manipulated by Dawn who is "Goldilocks" with a tear in her eye and a poem at the ready - and her hand in your purse.
My mother was clearly scared into going along - to one degree or another - with cutting all her children and all her grandchildren out of the wills that she and my father had made. My mother was terrified of being put into an old folks home. She told us that she feared that more than death after she had a near-death experience.
A new will was made in my mother's name in 2005 when she was 92 years old - after she had been kept in total isolation from the world for almost a decade by Debbie and Dawn and their accomplices. That will gave all of my father's life's earnings and property to Dawn's mother, our youngest sister, Debbie Rubin McSweeney - and to Dawn McSweeney - and a stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme.
But my father was a decent, honourable man who would never have been an accomplice to anything unjust. His way of coping with the activities of the "partners in crime" who had moved in and taken over his house at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996, would have been to shut himself in his room with his books and immerse himself once again in Homer's The Iliad or the works of Thoreau or Emerson. He was too ill to fight, too ill to argue anymore, too ill to dare to oppose my mother who was given to great rages and tantrums and long sessions of sulking when things didn't go her way, which was almost always.
There can never be justice for our family that was shattered and scattered by Dawn McSwseeney's crimes. There can never be justice for my parents whose family was destroyed on October 7, 1996.
Not long after the robbery, my father decided to leave his home forever. He went into a chronic care facility where he resided until his death in the summer of 2000. My mother never visited him - not ever- not on his birthdays, not at Christmas, Chanukah, Passover or even the New Year at the turn of the 21st Century. She loved him. She sent him a colour TV and he and I alone in his little room watched the New Year arrive around the world.
My mother stayed at Prince of Wales with Dawn and her gang until Debbie and her accomplices took her away and started planning to sell my father's house.
In 2005, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme and Debbie Rubin McSweeney made a new will in my mother's name. A few days after my mother was buried in 2007, the same Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme applied for a court order, declaring that I was insane and dangerous. They had to silence me before I found out about this will they had made.
Justice demands that Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" confess to the Montreal Police and return everything they stole from me and from my family. I will never settle for less. No amount of money will compensate for these crimes.
All details available on request.
I am,
Phyllis Carter
There can be no justice for my parents. My father, George Rubin, and my mother Leonie Rubin, went to their graves after years of suffering because of Dawn McSweeney's greed and hatred. Nothing can ever fix what was done to them by Dawn and her "partners in crime."
My mother was easily manipulated by Dawn who is "Goldilocks" with a tear in her eye and a poem at the ready - and her hand in your purse.
My mother was clearly scared into going along - to one degree or another - with cutting all her children and all her grandchildren out of the wills that she and my father had made. My mother was terrified of being put into an old folks home. She told us that she feared that more than death after she had a near-death experience.
A new will was made in my mother's name in 2005 when she was 92 years old - after she had been kept in total isolation from the world for almost a decade by Debbie and Dawn and their accomplices. That will gave all of my father's life's earnings and property to Dawn's mother, our youngest sister, Debbie Rubin McSweeney - and to Dawn McSweeney - and a stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme.
But my father was a decent, honourable man who would never have been an accomplice to anything unjust. His way of coping with the activities of the "partners in crime" who had moved in and taken over his house at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996, would have been to shut himself in his room with his books and immerse himself once again in Homer's The Iliad or the works of Thoreau or Emerson. He was too ill to fight, too ill to argue anymore, too ill to dare to oppose my mother who was given to great rages and tantrums and long sessions of sulking when things didn't go her way, which was almost always.
There can never be justice for our family that was shattered and scattered by Dawn McSwseeney's crimes. There can never be justice for my parents whose family was destroyed on October 7, 1996.
Not long after the robbery, my father decided to leave his home forever. He went into a chronic care facility where he resided until his death in the summer of 2000. My mother never visited him - not ever- not on his birthdays, not at Christmas, Chanukah, Passover or even the New Year at the turn of the 21st Century. She loved him. She sent him a colour TV and he and I alone in his little room watched the New Year arrive around the world.
My mother stayed at Prince of Wales with Dawn and her gang until Debbie and her accomplices took her away and started planning to sell my father's house.
In 2005, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme and Debbie Rubin McSweeney made a new will in my mother's name. A few days after my mother was buried in 2007, the same Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme applied for a court order, declaring that I was insane and dangerous. They had to silence me before I found out about this will they had made.
Justice demands that Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" confess to the Montreal Police and return everything they stole from me and from my family. I will never settle for less. No amount of money will compensate for these crimes.
All details available on request.
I am,
Phyllis Carter
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
KENNETH GREGOIRE PRUD'HOMME, ALEX LAVERGNE
REWARD
I am looking for information about the following persons - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, Dawn McSweeney, Ed McSweeney and Alex Lavergne of N.D.G., Montreal, and Pierrefonds, Quebec.
There is a reward for the right information. I do not want to know where they live. I do not want to know where they work. I do not want to know about their families. I am only concerned with their activities in relation to a house in N.D.G., Montreal - 4995 Prince of Wales - and in relation to my mother, Leonie Rubin.
Leave a comment if you have such information and would like to help the police. They need help.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
CONFESS
DAWN MCSWEENEY CONFESS
You destroyed your own family, Dawn McSweeney. The truth is the most powerful weapon on earth. You can’t overcome it. You can’t escape it.
When you were rifling through my boxes and cases, Dawn McSweeney, what were you thinking? Did you think that once you had forced me out of my home, I would be so despondent and helpless that I would fade away and die? Surely that is what you hoped. But in spite of all you did and all you put me through, here I am thirteen years later, still fighting for justice, still on your case, still reporting your crimes.
You destroyed your family. Your greed and hatred drove you to lie to your own grandfather when he was sick with cancer. You lied to your grandmother while you pilfered her money and my most precious treasures. Did Ma play right into your game? Did you let her have my grandmother’s dinner ring to placate her? Did you care that she was mentally ill ? You scared her into believing that I was her enemy because you knew that she was upset by my becoming a Christian. You pretended to love your grandmother while you robbed her. Sweet little Goldilocks sucking funny cigarettes under my mother‘s nose. You fooled a sick old woman, but you know that you never fooled me. I was onto you from the day I found your other boyfriend - the one with the baggy shorts - standing in my room among my boxes. I warned Ma, but she was too disturbed to understand what was really happening.
Does it make you proud to write pretty poems about your grandmother when you know that you robbed her and lied to her ? You haven’t escaped, Dawn. The clock is ticking.
Did you lie to your mother too? Does Debbie know that you robbed us? You made her an accomplice. That is how you showed your love for our baby sister, Dawn McSweeney. With her narcolepsy and MS, Debbie was too weak and naïve to stand up to you and your father, Ed McSweeney, and go to the police. You made your own mother an accomplice and turned her against the family that loves her to this very day. She is so intimidated that she went so far as to lie to the CLSC and to the court. But while I was in hospital this summer, your mother confessed to Sheila and me, so we know why she lied to the court.
How much of these crimes involved Ed ? Debbie is terrified of him. She has always been terrified of him. She confesses how scared she is of him and then, she is so scared, that she denies that she has confessed it.
The truth is out there for all the world to see. There is nowhere you can hide. You made your mother so afraid of her family that, with a lump in her breast, she is afraid to go and see a doctor. She risks suffering and death because of your lies and your crimes. You know who the enemy is. Look in your mirror.
Oh, yes, Dawn McSweeney. I am onto you. I know about your pretty poems. Very talented. But Goldilocks, I see right through you. You and your “partners in crime” have done a lot of dirt to try to stop me from telling the world what you have done - hate mail, threats, a court order. But cancer is the biggie, Dawn. Once you have cancer, court orders and hate mail have little impact. Now that I am ill, I am more determined than ever to expose your crimes.
You will never be free until you go to the police and confess and return everything you stole from me and from the family. Wherever you go, I am with you, reminding you of your crimes. Whatever you are doing, I am with you, reminding you of your crimes. There is nowhere you can hide.
I don‘t believe you have a conscience or you would have returned everything to me in March, 1997 when I came to the house begging for my belongings. No, you have no conscience - but you have me, always watching and waiting and telling people what you and your “partners in crime” have done.
The only way you will ever be free of me is when you confess. No matter what happens, I will be on your case. I will be watching and waiting. I will keep on reporting the case to new people every day. I will ensure that even if I die, the case against you and your criminal associates will continue. There is nowhere for you to hide. But you can end it by telling the police what you and your “partners in crime” have done and returning everything you stole from me and from my parents and siblings.
No peace without justice.
Phyllis Carter
You destroyed your own family, Dawn McSweeney. The truth is the most powerful weapon on earth. You can’t overcome it. You can’t escape it.
When you were rifling through my boxes and cases, Dawn McSweeney, what were you thinking? Did you think that once you had forced me out of my home, I would be so despondent and helpless that I would fade away and die? Surely that is what you hoped. But in spite of all you did and all you put me through, here I am thirteen years later, still fighting for justice, still on your case, still reporting your crimes.
You destroyed your family. Your greed and hatred drove you to lie to your own grandfather when he was sick with cancer. You lied to your grandmother while you pilfered her money and my most precious treasures. Did Ma play right into your game? Did you let her have my grandmother’s dinner ring to placate her? Did you care that she was mentally ill ? You scared her into believing that I was her enemy because you knew that she was upset by my becoming a Christian. You pretended to love your grandmother while you robbed her. Sweet little Goldilocks sucking funny cigarettes under my mother‘s nose. You fooled a sick old woman, but you know that you never fooled me. I was onto you from the day I found your other boyfriend - the one with the baggy shorts - standing in my room among my boxes. I warned Ma, but she was too disturbed to understand what was really happening.
Does it make you proud to write pretty poems about your grandmother when you know that you robbed her and lied to her ? You haven’t escaped, Dawn. The clock is ticking.
Did you lie to your mother too? Does Debbie know that you robbed us? You made her an accomplice. That is how you showed your love for our baby sister, Dawn McSweeney. With her narcolepsy and MS, Debbie was too weak and naïve to stand up to you and your father, Ed McSweeney, and go to the police. You made your own mother an accomplice and turned her against the family that loves her to this very day. She is so intimidated that she went so far as to lie to the CLSC and to the court. But while I was in hospital this summer, your mother confessed to Sheila and me, so we know why she lied to the court.
How much of these crimes involved Ed ? Debbie is terrified of him. She has always been terrified of him. She confesses how scared she is of him and then, she is so scared, that she denies that she has confessed it.
The truth is out there for all the world to see. There is nowhere you can hide. You made your mother so afraid of her family that, with a lump in her breast, she is afraid to go and see a doctor. She risks suffering and death because of your lies and your crimes. You know who the enemy is. Look in your mirror.
Oh, yes, Dawn McSweeney. I am onto you. I know about your pretty poems. Very talented. But Goldilocks, I see right through you. You and your “partners in crime” have done a lot of dirt to try to stop me from telling the world what you have done - hate mail, threats, a court order. But cancer is the biggie, Dawn. Once you have cancer, court orders and hate mail have little impact. Now that I am ill, I am more determined than ever to expose your crimes.
You will never be free until you go to the police and confess and return everything you stole from me and from the family. Wherever you go, I am with you, reminding you of your crimes. Whatever you are doing, I am with you, reminding you of your crimes. There is nowhere you can hide.
I don‘t believe you have a conscience or you would have returned everything to me in March, 1997 when I came to the house begging for my belongings. No, you have no conscience - but you have me, always watching and waiting and telling people what you and your “partners in crime” have done.
The only way you will ever be free of me is when you confess. No matter what happens, I will be on your case. I will be watching and waiting. I will keep on reporting the case to new people every day. I will ensure that even if I die, the case against you and your criminal associates will continue. There is nowhere for you to hide. But you can end it by telling the police what you and your “partners in crime” have done and returning everything you stole from me and from my parents and siblings.
No peace without justice.
Phyllis Carter
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
RETURN EVERYTHING YOU STOLE
Dawn McSweeney, no matter where I am, you will have no peace until you return everything you stole at 4995 Prince of Wales, Montreal. No peace - ever - without justice.
You and your "partners in crime" may think that, if you wait long enough, I will no longer be able to pursue the case against you but, wherever I am, I will ensure that the case continues to be reported and the facts exposed for all to see until justice is done.
Remember the basement on Cedar. You know that things don't end.
The only way you will ever have peace is if you go to the police and confess and return everything you and your "partners in crime" stole from the Rubin family.
You and your "partners in crime" may think that, if you wait long enough, I will no longer be able to pursue the case against you but, wherever I am, I will ensure that the case continues to be reported and the facts exposed for all to see until justice is done.
Remember the basement on Cedar. You know that things don't end.
The only way you will ever have peace is if you go to the police and confess and return everything you and your "partners in crime" stole from the Rubin family.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
CRIME IS EASY IN MONTREAL
My mother was buried on June 21, 2007. We were not told when she died.
The hate mail started on June 26, 2007. We 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 about 92 years old, and handicapped mentally and physically. Our mother had been kept in total isolation for nine years,under the sole influence and total control of Debbie and Dawn Mcsweeney and their associates - who are called "Partners in Crime" on Dawn McSweeney's own web blog.
My mother was totally dependent on them. They held her life in their hands.
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.
The 2005 will is the most recent of a series of bizarre events. It all started when I was attacked and robbed in my parents' home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996.
Read the details of these crimes on this blog.
Crime is easy in Montreal. Fighting for justice takes courage and determination.
The hate mail started on June 26, 2007. We 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 about 92 years old, and handicapped mentally and physically. Our mother had been kept in total isolation for nine years,under the sole influence and total control of Debbie and Dawn Mcsweeney and their associates - who are called "Partners in Crime" on Dawn McSweeney's own web blog.
My mother was totally dependent on them. They held her life in their hands.
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.
The 2005 will is the most recent of a series of bizarre events. It all started when I was attacked and robbed in my parents' home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996.
Read the details of these crimes on this blog.
Crime is easy in Montreal. Fighting for justice takes courage and determination.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
THE THIEVES ARE STILL FREE
I have been reporting the robbery at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal since 1996. In all that time, the Montreal Police have repeatedly failed to act. The thieves have tried some really dramatic ways to try to silence me. Read my blog for details.
In addition to accusing me of being insane and dangerous, the self-professed "partners in crime" have threatened to sue me. Once they had a lawyer send me a letter accusing me of stalking my own mother. Since my mother was a recluse who never left her home, and since I never approached Prince of Wales for years, this was a really lame game. I telephoned the lawyer who sent me the threatening letter. I told him I was eager to meet him in court. He sputtered a curse word and slammed down his receiver. I never heard from him again.
To this day, September 12, 2009, the thieves have not sued me. Since they stole everything of value that I had acquired in my life, there isn't much left for them to steal except my old age pension or my cancer medication.
I will keep on reporting what Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime have done, in the determined hope that someone out there will take the appropriate action to recover everything that Dawn and her associates have stolen from me and my family.
I am Phyllis Carter
In addition to accusing me of being insane and dangerous, the self-professed "partners in crime" have threatened to sue me. Once they had a lawyer send me a letter accusing me of stalking my own mother. Since my mother was a recluse who never left her home, and since I never approached Prince of Wales for years, this was a really lame game. I telephoned the lawyer who sent me the threatening letter. I told him I was eager to meet him in court. He sputtered a curse word and slammed down his receiver. I never heard from him again.
To this day, September 12, 2009, the thieves have not sued me. Since they stole everything of value that I had acquired in my life, there isn't much left for them to steal except my old age pension or my cancer medication.
I will keep on reporting what Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime have done, in the determined hope that someone out there will take the appropriate action to recover everything that Dawn and her associates have stolen from me and my family.
I am Phyllis Carter
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
PARTNER IN CRIME, ALEX LAVERGNE
"PARTNER IN CRIME " COMMENTS ON MY ILLNESS
Dawn McSweeney's "partner in crime" Alex Lavergne - who also calls himself "theInk" - posted a comment on my blog on August 30, 2009. See below.
"My oncologist found that my blood calcium was dangerously high and I was so dehydrated that I was on saline drip and nutrients for days. I have since been diagnosed with bone cancer.
WE NEED AN OPEN PUBLIC INQUIRY INTO THE HEALTH CARE SYSTEM.
DOCTORS ARE BURYING THEIR MISTAKES.
Phyllis Carter "
1 comments:
thelnk said...
Cancer?! There is a God after all, and he's sending you to hell you crazy old bat!
August 30, 2009 3:39 PM
Dawn McSweeney's "partner in crime" Alex Lavergne - who also calls himself "theInk" - posted a comment on my blog on August 30, 2009. See below.
"My oncologist found that my blood calcium was dangerously high and I was so dehydrated that I was on saline drip and nutrients for days. I have since been diagnosed with bone cancer.
WE NEED AN OPEN PUBLIC INQUIRY INTO THE HEALTH CARE SYSTEM.
DOCTORS ARE BURYING THEIR MISTAKES.
Phyllis Carter "
1 comments:
thelnk said...
Cancer?! There is a God after all, and he's sending you to hell you crazy old bat!
August 30, 2009 3:39 PM
grasping at intangibles
Dedicated to partners in crime
and kindred spirits.
Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.
Dedicated to partners in crime
and kindred spirits.
Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
DAWN'S GREED AND HATRED
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.
Read this blog:
HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL: THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY.
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.
Read this blog:
HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL: THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
4995 PRINCE OF WALES
If you purchased any item from 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, or from a house on Cedar in Pierrefonds, Quebec - including jewellery and paintings - between 1996 and the present time, please contact me by leaving a contact number here.
You may be surprised at what I can tell you.
Phyllis Carter
You may be surprised at what I can tell you.
Phyllis Carter
Saturday, April 18, 2009
MY LIFE FOR JUSTICE
When you don't have the money to buy justice, all you have left to give is your life.
I fought for justice day and night for twelve years. No one would help me. I didn't have enough money for lawyers. I didn't have the price it costs to buy justice. Everyone who could have helped found a reason not to. It was nobody's department, nobody's jurisdiction, nobody cared enough to take up the cause. Everyone looked the other way and guarded their own interests and protected their friends. Apathy, corruption, cowardice, all of it played a role in my fate.
I paid for justice with truth, and with all my knowledge, all my strength, all my time and, finally, the fight drained my life force dry.
And the criminals, Dawn McSweeney, Alex Lavergne and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme of Montreal are still free.... for now. But somewhere, there is someone who has power and a conscience who will bring me justice. Even now, I believe it.
I fought for justice day and night for twelve years. No one would help me. I didn't have enough money for lawyers. I didn't have the price it costs to buy justice. Everyone who could have helped found a reason not to. It was nobody's department, nobody's jurisdiction, nobody cared enough to take up the cause. Everyone looked the other way and guarded their own interests and protected their friends. Apathy, corruption, cowardice, all of it played a role in my fate.
I paid for justice with truth, and with all my knowledge, all my strength, all my time and, finally, the fight drained my life force dry.
And the criminals, Dawn McSweeney, Alex Lavergne and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme of Montreal are still free.... for now. But somewhere, there is someone who has power and a conscience who will bring me justice. Even now, I believe it.
Friday, April 17, 2009
DAWN BROUGHT ME DEATH
Read my blog. When Dawn McSweeney was born, I saved her life.
Dawn's crimes have sucked the life out of me. I have fought for justice for twelve years and now I am dying.
I saved Dawn's life. Dawn McSweeney's crimes have destroyed mine.
But the fight for what Dawn McSweeney stole from me and from my family will go on even after I am gone. She will never be free until she tells the police the truth and returns everything she and her "partners in crime" stole from the Rubin family.
My friends will carry on our battle for justice.
Phyllis Carter
Dawn's crimes have sucked the life out of me. I have fought for justice for twelve years and now I am dying.
I saved Dawn's life. Dawn McSweeney's crimes have destroyed mine.
But the fight for what Dawn McSweeney stole from me and from my family will go on even after I am gone. She will never be free until she tells the police the truth and returns everything she and her "partners in crime" stole from the Rubin family.
My friends will carry on our battle for justice.
Phyllis Carter
Monday, March 9, 2009
DAWN NEAR DEATH
When Dawn was born, the family was at the hospital. Debbie had the baby in her arms when suddenly she stopped breathing. Debbie was frantic ! Dawn was turning blue, but the nurse was more concerned about Debbie being hysterical and making noise than she was that the baby was not breathing and becoming bluer every second.
I ran out into the hall screaming for help ! I ran to the elevator where I saw a doctor and I begged him to hurry. He hesitated, saying this was not his patient, not even his department, but he rushed to the room and got the baby breathing again.
No good deed goes unpunished. Read the rest of my blog to see what Dawn McSweeney did to thank me.
I ran out into the hall screaming for help ! I ran to the elevator where I saw a doctor and I begged him to hurry. He hesitated, saying this was not his patient, not even his department, but he rushed to the room and got the baby breathing again.
No good deed goes unpunished. Read the rest of my blog to see what Dawn McSweeney did to thank me.
Friday, February 27, 2009
DAWN MCSWEENEY AND ALEX LAVERGNE: REWARD
I am offering a reward for information about Dawn McSweeney of NDG and Pierrefonds and Alex Lavergne of Montreal.
Please contact Marlene Jennings M.P. at Tel: 514-489-8703, Irwin Cotler, M.P. at Tel: 514-283-0171, or Beryl Wajsman, editor of The Suburban Weekly newspaper at Tel: 514-484-1107.
The specifics about the reward will depend on the final outcome of this case and how valuable the information will have been to that outcome.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
4995 PRINCE OF WALES - CRIME SCENE
Scene of the Crimes: 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, Quebec
Time: October 7, 1996
The Thief: Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" as she calls them on her blog.
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. (Read all the details below)
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.
I continue to fight for what is my own, for that which belongs to my siblings.
I will never stop fighting for justice.
Phyllis Carter
Time: October 7, 1996
The Thief: Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" as she calls them on her blog.
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. (Read all the details below)
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.
I continue to fight for what is my own, for that which belongs to my siblings.
I will never stop fighting for justice.
Phyllis Carter
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