HAPPY TREE GURU STOLE CHRISTMAS

 

 

 

 

 

It is said that the Grinch stole Christmas.

 

Happy Tree Yoga "guru" Dawn McSweeney stole mine and destroyed my family.

 

For all the details, see the archives at

 

THE DAWN MCSWEENEY ROBBERY CASE

http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

 

It is always darkest after Dawn.

 

NIGHT AND DAY

 

DAWN MCSWEENEY ACTED OUT OF HATRED AND JEALOUSY

 

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Phyllis Carter > CJAD 800 Montreal

 

PAT BURNS' STOLEN ITEMS: Dawn McSweeney did exactly the same thing to me as thieves did to Pat Burns' widow. Dawn McSweeney robbed me of everything I had worked for all my life, and everything left to me by my beloved husband - even our wedding portrait, his diamond ring, and his New Jersey Deputy Sheriff's badge when I was also widowed and grieving - and suffering from cancer. But a Montreal Police officer HELPED Dawn McSweeney to rob me and, to this day, the Montreal Police refuse to take any action to recover everything Dawn McSweeney stole from me and from my parents - who have since died.

 

What is the difference between what was done to Pat Burns' widow and what was done to me and my family?

 

A Montreal Police officer helped the thief. And I am not rich and famous.

 

THE DAWN MCSWEENEY ROBBERY - http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot,com/.

 

Months after she robbed me, Dawn McSweeney returned everything she didn't want. She kept all our valuables - and our most sentimental treasures. Greed, yes. But Dawn McSweeney acted out of deep hatred and jealousy.

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

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

 

 

 

My name is Phyllis Carter. I am a Canadian and I am a crime victim. I have been fighting for justice since October 7, 1996, when I was attacked in my home and robbed of everything I had worked for all my life and everything left to me by my beloved husband.

 

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

 

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

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

 

At the Meet the Candidates assembly in NDG on October 7, 2008, Liberal Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings, stated before all the candidates and the public -

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

The three violations.

1. In 1996, the Montreal Police refused to file a report of the initial robbery. They have continued to refuse to act ever since.

2. In 2007, immediately following the death of my mother, the same group of criminals obtained a court order accusing me of being insane and dangerous. I was released from hospital unconditionally as soon as the doctors found out what my accusers had done and why.

After my mother's death, we learned that -

3. In 2005, the same group who call themselves "Partners in Crime" created a will in my mother's name when she was 92 years old and handicapped physically and mentally. My mother had been kept in total isolation by these criminals for a decade - until her death.

 

The sole beneficiaries of the 2005 will were the same people who robbed me and obtained the court order against me. Then it became clear why these criminals tried to discredit me and silence me.

 

Marlene Jennings later repeated her statement at a Sunday service in Rosedale United Church in Montreal.

 

But, to this day, the Montreal Police refuse to take any action against Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.

I believe there can be only one logical explanation for the Montreal Police to refuse to act against the criminals in this case: One of their own officers helped Dawn McSweeney to rob me - and his partner, who my attacker called "Mario" in a very familiar way - did nothing to help me.

 

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

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE

WHO STOLE MY MOTHER’S MONEY ?

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

APPEAL TO HAPPY TREE YOGA TEACHERS - SILENCE IMPLIES CONSENT

 

ATTENTION PLEASE

HAPPY TREE YOGA TEACHERS

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

I will not accept money or any "compensation".

 

I want only what is my own.

 

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

 

Silence implies consent.

 

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

 

Phyllis Carter

HOW VULNERABLE IS DAWN MCSWEENEY'S MOTHER, DEBBIE ?

 

 

 

WHOSE LAST WILL ?

 

HOW VULNERABLE IS DAWN MCSWEENEY'S MOTHER, DEBBIE ?

SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A FAVOURITE COLOUR

 

My baby sister Debbie was born extremely overweight. The problem persisted and affected her entire life. She had no friends. Clothes didn't fit her. She was sweet and good natured. Truly, an angel child. But alone and isolated.

 

Then one day she met Ed McSweeney at a summer day camp called Unschool  -associated with Sir George Williams College in Montreal, I believe. And for the very first time someone paid attention to her. And we lost her.

 

How vulnerable is Debbie? She once wrote me a very moving letter in which she said that she was bewildered by the fact that I had opinions about so many things. She said that she didn't even have a favourite colour.

 

And so Ed McSweeney had a blank slate upon which he wrote what Debbie's life would be. And Debbie told us that Ed was her right arm. No matter what he did, she loved him and she would stand by him against all of us if we interfered. No matter what Ed did to her. And we lost our sister.

 

Years later, after Ed's attempted suicides and terrible threats, somehow, he disappeared from the scene and at our mother's burial in 2007, we learned that a new man had taken over Debbie's life - someone called Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme.

 

This stranger, Prud'homme, wrote a new will in my mother's name in 2005, when she was 92 years old and handicapped physically and mentally. This little gang Dawn McSweeney calls her "partners in crime" had kept our mother in total isolation from her family and everyone else for almost ten years.

 

Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme's bizarre will cancelled out our father's will in which he left everything to us, his children and his grandchildren. Instead, as liquidator of the new will, Prud'homme gave everything - ostensibly to Debbie - and to Dawn McSweeney.

 

And, in a effort to discredit me, intimidate me and silence me, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme applied for a court order to declare that I was insane and dangerous.

 

How vulnerable is Debbie  McSweeney?

She doesn't even have a favourite colour.

Won't someone please help her ?

 

http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-debbie-rubin-mcsweeney-that-we.html

THE DARKNESS OF DAWN MCSWEENEY

 

 

You lied so successfully

To your sick grandmother and grandfather.

You dragged your sick mother into the darkness with you.

Why did you not dare to take the police polygraph test ? 

 

Confess.

Return everything you stole.

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE

YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM THE TRUTH

 

 

 

 

 

NIGHT AND DAY

IS HAPPY TREE YOGA IMPLICATED IN DAWN MCSWEENEY'S CRIMES ?

 

Dawn McSweeney is a thief. I have been reporting her crimes since October 7, 1996, when she robbed me of everything I worked for all my life, every good thing given to me by people who loved me, every sentimental treasure left to me by my beloved husband.

 

A few months ago, I discovered that Dawn McSweeney now calls herself a "yoga guru", and she works in Montreal for a company called Happy Tree Yoga. I have given quite some thought to this. It has been troubling me.

 

I checked the Happy Tree Yoga website and saw the names of other yoga teachers who work there. And I have been wondering about that. I didn't recognize any of the names of any of the other employees, but I have thought about it. Could some of those other people be implicated with Dawn among her "partners in crime" as she calls her accomplices on her own website?

 

I have been wondering how this company could be employing Dawn McSweeney as a yoga guru when I have been reporting her crimes for fourteen years. Don't they know what she has done? Don't they check a person's background before hiring them? Her name appears on Google many, many times and all the facts are there for anyone in the world to read. Don't they care that they have employed a thief to teach their clients the way to Nirvana? If they doubt what they read, could they not have written to me and asked their questions? But no one ever has. The more I think about it, the more I wonder.

 

Are any of Happy Tree's other employees also criminals? If so, do the police know? I don't want to blow any undercover operation, but I am only surmising, wondering. I really don't have any information about Happy Tree Yoga except that they are employing Dawn McSweeney - who is a thief.

 

If the other employees are honourable people, has management advised them about Dawn McSweeney's crimes? If they are innocent people, don't they deserve to know so they can protect themselves and any valuables they may have? 

 

Dawn works slowly and carefully. She may take months or years to accomplish her goals. She smiles, she writes flowery poetry. She could sell the Brooklyn Bridge to the President of the United States. My mother trusted her, but my mother was mentally handicapped, so she was an easy target. Once a psychiatrist at the Jewish General Hospital Davis Building told my mother - in the presence of our entire family - that she needed psychiatric treatment. My mother told the doctor that HE was crazy, and she never went back.

 

After my mother's death - after Dawn had robbed my mother and then robbed me - she wrote passionate poems of adoration dedicated to my mother. Dawn McSweeney can mislead almost anyone. But I doubt she could fool a polygraph machine which is, no doubt, why she refused to take a police polygraph after she robbed me. I have told the police that I am available to take a polygraph test at any time.

 

I don't want Dawn McSweeney to lose her job. But did she stop robbing people after she stole all my valuables and received her share of the will made  in my mother's name  by one of her "partners in crime" - a stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme - a will made when my mother was 92 years old and handicapped mentally and physically?

 

Prior to her death in 2007, my mother had been kept in total isolation for almost ten years by Dawn McSweeney's "partners in crime". When I found that my mother had been taken out of her home, I begged the Montreal Police at the Somerled station to go and see my mother's condition, but they refused.

 

Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme made the bizarre new will in my mother's name in 2005. Dawn McSweeney and her mother, my youngest sister, Debbie Rubin McSweeney, were the only beneficiaries in Prud'homme's will that cut out all my father's legitimate heirs who were specifically named in his own will. All his children and grandchildren were omitted from the Prud'homme's will. Debbie and Dawn took everything my father had worked for all his life - his house and all the money he had saved all his life by denying himself even a new suit or a new pair of shoes. He wanted everything to go to his children and grandchildren. Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme and Dawn McSweeney had other plans. 

 

Dawn should have plenty of money after robbing all her relatives. But some thieves never can stop. So, I hope she does not lose her job because she might then start to rob other trusting people, like my parents - who both died after years of being apart from all their children and grandchildren - having their family torn apart by Dawn McSweeney.

 

Both my parents went to their graves not knowing the truth about what Dawn had done to our family. My mother believed Dawn because she pretended to be a sweet and devoted Jewish girl - while I had chosen to be baptized and was, therefore , "the enemy" - the devil incarnate. Dawn sold my mother on that story and, because of her mental state and her helplessness, she believed her. Even as a young girl, Dawn could fool her own mother, Debbie, but she never fooled me, and she despised me for not falling under her spell and succumbing to her will..

 

Dawn McSweeney is a thief, and by her lies and crimes, she destroyed my family - her own family. She is a very convincing actress. Goldilocks. But never turn your back when she is around.

 

I apologize for waiting so long to write this report, but I didn't want to risk Dawn losing her job and starting to rob other innocent people. I will not approach anyone directly, but someone should let the employees at Happy Tree Yoga  know about Dawn McSweeney so - if they are not involved in her crimes - they can protect themselves and if, by chance any of them are, they should know that I copy all my reports directly to the Montreal Police, members of government and to the media.

 

Full reports of Dawn McSweeney's crimes and her history are open to the public at    http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.

 

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DAWN MCSWEENEY HAS A TIGER BY THE TAIL

 

 

When Dawn McSweeney decided to rob me, I don't think she could have realized that she was taking on a whirlwind. I don't think she thought of anything but her own desire to hurt me, to turn my parents against me, and to force me from my home and take my place - and to steal everything of value that I had in the house. I don't think she could have foreseen that, in robbing me, she had tied herself to me with no way to escape. 

 

Yoga guru and crystal gazer Dawn McSweeney is my prisoner until she confesses and returns everything she stole. Until my precious belongings are in my hands again, Dawn McSweeney's life is under my microscope and that of the World Wide Web.

 

My passion for justice is relentless. It is as hot as lightening. It pierces the space between me and the thief no matter where she may be. When she is awake, when she is asleep, when she is in a trance, I am with her. There is nowhere she can hide from the truth of her crimes.

 

It is not the material value of my belongings that I treasure. Unlike Dawn McSweeney, money means nothing to me except as a means to buy food and medicine and pay rent. It is the spirit of each gift that is so precious to me. Dawn McSweeney stole almost all of my personal treasures on October 7, 1996, including my husband's Deputy Sheriff's badge and his trademark grey Stetson fedora, Cliff's rings and all my best jewellery, and our wedding portrait and much, much more.

 

But my malevolent niece could not steal the spirit of my belongings that remain vividly in my memory and in my heart. I am bound up in the spirit of my life's treasures by the memories and the love that lives in each one of them. In stealing my precious belongings, Dawn McSweeney attached herself to me with an unbreakable bond. She will never - and I vow, never  - be free of me, until she returns every single thing she stole.

 

The thief has a tiger by the tail, a dark cloud around her soul, a whirlwind sucking in her every breath, and while I have never approached her and never will, she will never have a moment's peace day or night because she made herself my prisoner when she robbed me. Every hand that touches my belongings is damned by my righteous anger, my relentless prayers and the promise that justice will be done.

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE - Luke 18: 1-8

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE

 

      Night and day, the thief is under my microscope.   This is my solemn vow   NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE   Phyllis Carter  

LOVE POEMS TO GRANDMOTHER SHE ROBBED

 

 

I have been reporting Dawn McSweeney's crimes for fourteen years and the Montreal Police have been covering up for their own for fourteen years.

 

You have to wonder about a person who robs her grandmother and then writes love poems to her.

 

If I didn't know the truth about my niece, Dawn McSweeney, I would be deeply moved by her adoring poems written in memory of my mother, her grandmother, Leonie Rubin.

 

Here is one from Dawn McSweeney's own blog:

 

Smile =)

 

She taught me the power of crystal
Then showed me that power in everything
She taught me to see in tea leaves, cards, and palms
And then taught me how to read people
She told me to stay close to God
And then years later that god is Love and Joy
She taught me to improvise
But never compromise
And to smile
But not too much
Or people will think you're stupid

 

If I didn't know how malicious and devious Dawn McSweeney can be, my heart would break on reading her loving words written on her blog upon my mother's death.

 

But I know how Dawn can twist your heart when she wants something from you. She worked her "magic" on my sister Sheila and her husband to get money - we think for drugs. Dawn said she needed new books for school. Sheila said her husband would meet Dawn after school and take her to buy the books. That didn't sit well with Dawn. No thanks. She wanted the money. And when it was refused, she was not happy with Sheila. Sheila and her husband did everything for little Dawn - bought her clothes, took her to the ballet, did everything for her that her own mother, our youngest sister, Debbie, could not do. But as Dawn grew, she wanted money. Just money.

 

Oh, yes. Dawn has gifts. She writes beautifully, poignantly, and she looks like an angel. But I know Dawn McSweeney. I know what she has done. But I do not understand how anyone can rob her own grandmother and then write such wrenching poems to her memory. Guilt ? A split personality? I just can't fathom it. I know her family history. There are things about her childhood I have not written because they are too unsavoury.

 

Yes. I know the roots of Dawn McSweeney's character, but I have never known anyone who can lie so effectively. Does she lie only to others, or does she lie to herself as well? Does she pretend to herself at night, when she is trying to go to sleep, that she is a good person ? I just can't imagine how she lives with herself.

 

Not only did Dawn McSweeney steal money from her grandmother - some time before she robbed me - but she worked the game to make my parents think I had done it. It takes quite a mind to work out such a plan and follow it through.

 

Then, on October 7, 1996, my mother suddenly attacked me, and the police I called to rescue me turned over all my life's belongings to the thief. I reported the robbery to the Montreal Police as it was happening when I called 911. I pleaded with the police to go to my rooms and see my belongings all clearly identified there. But the Montreal Police have refused to take any action against Dawn McSweeney and her self-proclaimed "partners in crime". To do so, they would have to admit that one of their own helped Dawn McSweeney to rob me and that they have been covering up all these years.

 

Marlene Jennings, Member of Canada's Parliament, stated at two public meetings in 2008, "Mrs. Carter's rights have been violated three times." I have been reporting Dawn McSweeney's crimes for fourteen years and the Montreal Police have been covering up for their own for fourteen years.

 

If I am not telling the truth, why has Dawn McSweeney not sued me in all these fourteen years? Why ? Because she does not want this case to be heard in criminal court. I long for that day, and I will continue to report Dawn McSweeney's crimes day and night until she returns everything she stole and is charged in criminal court.

 

All the facts are reported in detail at -

 

DAWN MCSWEENEY - http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspsot.com .
See : THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN. HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL.
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-raise-criminal-tragedy-of-dawn.html

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE - Luke 18

 

TELL DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY THAT WE LOVE HER

 

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October 11, 2010

 

 

Phyllis Carter  >  CJAD 800 Montreal:  Who will tell our sister Debbie Rubin McSweeney that we love her? I have published it for the world to see - (See below) - in the hope that someone would tell her that we love her. But Debbie has been a hermit for so long. Who will tell her? I am sure she does not know anything about computers. Her husband (?) Ed McSweeney, her daughter, Dawn McSweeney, Dawn's "partner in crime", Alex Lavergne, and perhaps Debbie's other husband (?) Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, know about my blogs, but I don't think they would want Debbie to know that we love her. I am sure they wouldn't tell her in case she might return to her family.

 

Phyllis Carter

 

Will you find Debbie McSweeney and tell her we love her? Debbie used to live on Cedar in Pierrefonds, but I don't know where she might be now since Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme made the will in my mother's name in 2005 when she was 92 years old, and when she died in 2007, he took my parents' house at 4995 Prince of Wales in NDG along with all my father's money and everything that my parents had willed to their children and grandchildren in their own wills.

Last year when I was hospitalized for months for the recurrence of cancer after years of fruitless pleading for justice day and night, my sister Sheila spoke to Debbie by phone, and Debbie told her that she had a lump in her breast. We begged Susan Karpman and Rebecca Levy at Ometz to help Debbie but they refused.

I hardly ever sleep as I am constantly worrying about Debbie and suffering the endless agony that Dawn and her "partners in crime" have inflicted on me. The torment of Dawn McSweeney's crimes sucked the life out of me until my immune system gave way to cancer.

I keep fighting for justice, but no one will help. At least if we knew that Debbie was okay, we might find some measure of relief to tide us over until justice is done. How I long to see that day in criminal court. I pray it comes while I am still alive.

I know it was Dawn and her "partners in crime" who robbed me, robbed us all. I don't believe Debbie was responsible even though Alex Lavergne has stated on my own blog (see below) that Debbie is the thief who robbed me and not Dawn. See for yourselves.

All I am asking is that someone find Debbie and just tell her we love her.

Phyllis Carter

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/06/debbie-rubin-mcsweeney-we-love-you.html

Here on my blog, Alex Lavergne twice accuses Dawn's mother of being the thief.

http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/01/alex-lavergne-accuses-dawn-mcsweeneys.html

Saturday, January 23, 2010

ALEX LAVERGNE ACCUSES DAWN MCSWEENEY'S MOTHER

(re)  WHO ARE THE "PARTNERS IN CRIME"
      so named in Dawn McSweeney's own blog ?

ALEX LAVERGNE ACCUSES DAWN MCSWEENEY'S OWN MOTHER, MY FOREVER-BELOVED "BABY SISTER" DEBBIE MCSWEENEY.

Alex said...
I can only speak for myself in saying i am 100% sure I never was asked to take a lie detector. Now quit looking every else and look at the most likely target. If you were to search your youngest sister's home, i'm sure you'd find all your missing items. Your sister stiole from you, not us.

January 5, 2010 1:46 PM
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1 comments:

Alex said...
( re:) " MY FOREVER-BELOVED "BABY SISTER" DEBBIE MCSWEENEY"

Get past your insanity and realize that your "Forever-Beloved Baby Sister" isn't the angel you think she is. Riddle me this: Who's the SOLE benifactor of your mother's will?

February 15, 2010

Read: The Tragedy of Dawn McSweeney - How To Raise a Criminal
at http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/.

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MONTREAL POLICE STILL HELPING THIS THIEF

 

 

DAWN MCSWEENEY'S CRIMES COULD NOT HAVE SUCCEEDED WITHOUT THE HELP OF THE MONTREAL POLICE.

 

Was it just incompetence, irresponsibility, negligence, to begin with - a Montreal cop who was more anxious to get home or to Dunkin' Donuts than to follow basic law?

 

Was the cover-up by the Montreal Police at the Mariette Street station an innocent misjudgement of the facts at first?

 

Is the continuing cover-up by the Montreal Police a determined effort to wear me down, waiting for me to die ? Now that all the facts in this case appear on the Internet and have been read as far away as Australia and have been circulated to the media and have been published on Facebook for so many other crime victims to read, do the Montreal Police really believe this case is going to disappear when I die?

 

The shadow of guilt that darkens the Montreal Police Department because of these crimes will not go away. The truth about these crimes will be available on the World Wide Web for as long as there is free speech anywhere on earth.

 

Read all the details of Dawn McSweeney's crimes in the archives of this blog and see for yourself.

 

I will continue to fight for justice day and night until Dawn McSweeney returns everything she and her "partners in crime" stole from me and from my family, and until Dawn McSweeney and those who have been helping her are tried in criminal court.

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE  - Luke 18: 1-8

FOURTEEN YEARS OCTOBER 7 SINCE I WAS ATTACKED AND ROBBED

 

It has been fourteen years to the day since I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, Quebec, Canada. I managed to wrestle the phone from my assailant and call 911. The Montreal Police I called to rescue me -helped the thief instead. I have been fighting for justice day and night for fourteen years.

 

Marlene Jennings, Member of Parliament, stated at two public meetings in 2008 that my rights had been violated three times. But the Montreal Police still refuse to take any action against the thief, Dawn McSweeney and those she boastfully calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.

 

I am old and I am sick. But I am determined to see justice done. I do not advocate violence, but I encourage good people everywhere to fight for justice for crime victims. If the police won't do it, someone must.

 

People around the world can read the details of these crimes at -

 

THE DAWN MCWEENEY CASE - http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.

 

Phyllis Carter

 

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October 7, 2010

 

 

Phyllis Carter

 

We need government that protects the innocent and victims. Canada's legal system provides all the benefits, protection and perks to criminals. Who can we trust to help us when politicians of every stripe are more concerned with staying in power or getting power than they are in doing justice? We have law in Canada, but Canadian law cares nothing about justice. So many crime victims are suffering so terribly, and those whose responsibility it is to help us just ignore our pleas. They are deaf, dumb and blind - until the next election. And the they make vague promises they have no intention of honouring. And so it goes. Canadian crime victims are just too nice to make a fuss - yet. Sooner or later, there will be crime victims who will start to seek justice on their own - and who could blame them. I am too old and sick to get into the fray, but others surely will and when they start, it will not be easy to stop them. After all, they will then become "the accused" and entitled to all the benefits, protection and perks afforded to criminals.

Justice, only justice shalt thou pursue. Deuteronomy 16:20

HAPPY TREE GURU MCSWEENEY - CAN A THIEF LEAD YOU TO PARADISE ?

 

SHE IS BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED - AND SHE IS A THIEF.  HAPPY TREE GURU DAWN MCSWEENEY ROBBED ME AND DESTROYED MY FAMILY.  CAN A THIEF LEAD YOU TO PARADISE ?

 

 

Dawn McSweeney a.k.a. The Desk Guru 

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What goes on in the mind of a thief? For more than thirteen years- since I was attacked and robbed in my home - with the help of a Montreal Police officer - I have been focused on recovering everything Dawn McSweeney and her self-proclaimed "partners in crime" stole from me and from my family.

 

In my report entitled " THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY - HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL - I describe in detail how Dawn was raised and how she behaved - her greed, her hatred, her jealousy and her malice. But I have not, until now, given any real thought to how she thinks.

 

How does a child become a thief who, without batting an eyelash, lies to her grandparents, steals their money and then robs her aunt - me - and then goes on to become a yoga guru, training strangers the ways of peace and contentment ? Does she have two separate brains that allow her to compartmentalize the thief in one part of her head while another part writes poetry praising her beloved grandmother ? I cannot fathom it.

 

My sister, Sheila, who tried time and again to help Dawn and Dawn's mother, our youngest sister, Debbie, can attest to Dawn's sneaky efforts to get money from her, but she wants to remain anonymous and will not allow me to even mention her name. The truth telling falls to me alone - until we finally get this case into criminal court. Then everyone will have to speak.

 

My mother based the last decade of her own life on the trust that Dawn McSweeney was a good Jewish child. (I being the betrayer of the faith.) She believed that Dawn was telling the truth and that she was devoted to her.

 

She did not believe that it was Dawn who had stolen her money. Years after that nightmare event, I learned that my mother had attacked me because she believed that I was the one who stole money she had hidden somewhere in the house.

 

Why believe that your first born child that you have always loved has become a thief and stolen your money?

 

Some time before my mother attacked me on October 7, 1996, in a casual conversation, my mother had commented that I was so enchanted by the Anglican Church that if I ever won the lottery, I would give the church all my money. She was deeply hurt by my conversion and she was constantly baiting me, asking me questions like, If Jesus was God, why did he say, "Why hast thou forsaken me?" to God when he was being crucified?

 

So we were having these heavy discussions all the time during those last months before my mother attacked me. Just heavy discussions. There were no arguments. I did not think these religious debates were about anything other than religion.

 

My mother would even listen in on my hour-long telephone conversations with a Christian friend. We could hear her heavy breathing on the line, but we said nothing. I just thought she was lonely and interested in our discussion. But there was something far worse going on. I just didn't know it.

 

Years later, in retrospect. I think my mother was listening to hear me say that I had taken her money. But, at the time, I didn't know there was money missing. I only learned about it by accident about four years after the fact.

 

Still, it was during the summer of 1996, that my mother's attitude toward me became strange. She would sit in her big armchair glaring at me, not saying anything, but glaring at me. I didn't know why, but it hurt. I could not have foreseen that this was a harbinger of a nightmare that would befall our family in a few short months.

 

I was aware that summer, that Dawn McSweeney was stirring up some kind of trouble. Since friends of mine from out of town had paid a very brief visit that summer, there was reason to believe Dawn was up to something. But what? I had no idea. But it was then that Dawn told my mother, in my presence that my friends who professed to love me, really hated me.

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

 

Incidentally, we are still friends all these years later. The son, Robbie just got married this week.

 

It was after that visit that my mother's attitude toward me changed. My mother had pleaded me to "come home" two years earlier when she learned I was sick. After Dawn's intervention that summer, I no longer felt wanted. I started looking for a place of my own.

 

Unlike Dawn McSweeney, I have not been given the gift of a brain that can separate one part of me from another. I am completely aware of everything all the time. I am haunted by my imperfection, the way disease and age have ravaged my body, by the mistakes of my youth, my failure to be kind enough to others. My nights are filled with longing for those I have loved and lost. And, day and night, I think about the horrible damage Dawn McSweeney did to my parents and the rest of our family by her lies and her greed.

 

I have to fight the tears when I think of the years my mother and father lost with all their children and grandchildren because Dawn tore our family apart. She stole everything of value that we had and she turned us against each other. My parents went to their graves without knowing the truth. Those injuries can never be healed. How tragic and ironic that the only person my mother trusted was the thief who would destroy us.

 

When Dawn was young, she was afraid to go into the basement of her home in Pierrefonds because she said she heard ghosts there. Is she still haunted?

 

I have never had the gift of seeing or hearing the departed, but I wonder if my mother knows now what Dawn did to us and whether she visits Dawn at night. If the departed know the truth and they do visit, I pray my mother will finally persuade Dawn to return everything she stole and confess. Then, and only then will I stop telling the world about the crimes of Dawn McSweeney.

 

I have been pleading for the return of my belongings for thirteen years. I have been reporting Dawn's crimes to the police and members of government and the media for thirteen years. I am always available to take a polygraph test. If I am telling anything but the truth, why has Dawn McSweeney not sued me in all these years? And why did Dawn McSweeney and Alex Lavergne refuse to take a polygraph test as Montreal Police detectives told me ?

 

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STOLEN BADGE - CLIFFORD CARTER - REWARD

 

Where is Cliff Carter's badge? Dawn McSweeney stole it from 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996. Whatever she did with it, it has to be somewhere.

 

Cliff wore that Deputy Sheriff's badge with pride. It is more precious to me than gold.

 

If Dawn McSweeney thinks that I will ever give up looking for it, she is sorely mistaken. Whatever she did with it, it is somewhere - and I will pay a handsome reward for its return.

 

I will pay an even bigger reward to see Dawn McSweeney in prison.

 

Can you help ?  I'll make it worth your while.

CAN YOU SHAME A SNAKE - OR A POLITICIAN ?

 

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September 18, 2010

 

Phyllis Carter  >  Domestic Abuse Awareness Network:  CANADA IS PARADISE FOR CRIMINALS. I am a 74 year old Canadian journalist, crime victim and cancer patient. I was attacked and robbed in my home in Montreal. I managed to call 911 The police I called to rescue me - helped the thief instead. Since then, the Montreal Police have refused again and again to take any action against the thief, Dawn McSweeney, and her self-proclaimed, "partners in crime." All the details of these crimes are reported on my blogs: PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL at http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspost.com/ and http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/. I do not want money. I will not accept any compensation. I want justice.

Yesterday, I  reported this case to someone in Australia. The details of this case and the truth about Montreal, Quebec and Canada's Injustice System - are being talked about by people all over the world now - and I will keep reporting these facts until justice is done. 

 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE  - Luke 18

 

To the Montreal Police at commentaires@spcum.qc.ca, and at commentaires@spvm.qc.ca, and to sandra@familiesagainstcrime.org, crimesurvivors@gmail.com, Anne-Marie.Laurin@cdpdj.qc.ca, pm@pm.gc.ca, nicholson.r@parl.gc.ca, toews.v@parl.gc.ca, ministre@justice.gouv.qc.ca, JenniM1@parl.gc.ca, Ignatieff.M@parl.gc.ca, LaytoJ@parl.gc.ca, kilgoursite@ca.inter.net, CotleI@parl.gc.ca, wwacity@hotmail.com, mcqueenp@videotron.ca, trudeau.j@parl.gc.ca, jbagnall@thegazette.canwest.com, haubin@thegazette.canwest.com, psamuel@globaltv.com, tvanderheyden@ctv.ca, pierre.bruneau@tva.ca, rdagenais@globaltv.com, barry.wilson@ctv.ca, tips@global16X9.com, AIH@cbc.ca, homerun@cbc.ca, thecurrent@cbc.ca, w5@ctv.ca, am@ctv.ca, editor@ndgfreepress.com, editor@thesuburban.com, editor@theseniortimes.com, tommy.schnurmacher@cjad.com, toula.foscolos@transcontinental.ca

I HAVE BEEN A COWARD

 

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I HAVE BEEN A COWARD

September 8, 2010

 

 

Phyllis Carter > Global National, CTV and CBC News :

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

 

Victims' Voices

 

An independent, non-profit newsletter

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

 

Montreal, Quebec, May, 2001

 

I HAVE BEEN A COWARD

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

I decided that PEACEFUL PROTEST was all I had left

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

I WOULD NOT OBEY

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

PERSPECTIVE

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

MY DEMANDS - THE PRICE OF PEACE

 

HERE ARE MY DEMANDS:

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Phyllis Carter