Saturday, December 21, 2013

HOW THE GRINCH, DAWN MCSWEENEY, STOLE ALL MY CHRISTMASES

 
 
Doesn't she look sweet?
 
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WII708hnrHI/Tx2AYyC8VBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7NkVoZ9O1lA/s1600/Untitled-774757.jpg
 
 
But here is the truth about Dawn McSweeney
 
http://moviesblog.mtv.com/2013/02/08/new-grinch-movie/
This is the real Dawn McSweeney
 
 
Happy Tree Yoga Guru,
Dawn McSweeney
 
 
I have had no Christmases since Dawn McSweeney robbed me of every precious thing I had worked for all my life, every precious gift given to me by my beloved husband, by family and friends through all the years. And then - because the Montreal Police refused to act - along with those she calls her "partners in crime", Dawn McSweeney went on to steal everything my father had worked for all his life.
 
 
As I was being attacked, I managed to call 911.
The Montreal Police I called to help me -
helped the thief instead.
 
Marlene Jennings,
Member of Parliament
and
Quebec Deputy Police Ethics Commissioner
stated at two public meetings in Montreal,
"Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
 
Six months after  Dawn McSweeney robbed me -

After I had been pleading with the Montreal Police for six months, Dawn McSweeney finally returned my belongings - that is - the ones she didn't want.
 
If I didn't die then, I won't until I get back everything Dawn McSweeney stole.

The robbery took place on October 7, 1996 . Now it was mid March, 1997. I believe it was March 17, St. Patrick's Day.
 
With my heart aching, I carried the suitcase full of empty jewel boxes to the Montreal Police station on Mariette Street in NDG. It is a big old school building taken over at that time by the Montreal Police as their NDG headquarters. The place was dark except for a dim light in the entry hall. There wasn't a sign of a policeman or a police car.

It was the edge of a bitter cold evening. I crossed the street and knocked on the door of a house facing the station. I sat crying my heart out on the icy steps while the people there phoned 911. They were told that I should return to the station and ring the bell. Then a police officer came and answered the door.

What joy it would have given Dawn McSweeney to be witness to my agony when I opened my boxes and cases and found she had stolen everything I had worked for all my life, every precious gift, my every treasure. A lifetime, gone at the hands of a malicious and greedy teenager with the help of the Montreal Police and my mother, a mentally troubled old woman.

The suitcase had been full of my rings, bracelets, necklaces, brooches, silver, gold, opals, diamonds, amethyst, onyx, topaz, designer works of art. She had taken everything - and spitefully sent back all the empty little velvet and cardboard boxes with friends from my church that had gone to 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, to recover my things when Dawn called.

She had even opened one box from the bottom and removed my husband's rings from a pill vial, replaced the cotton in the vial and put it back in the middle of the box where I had hidden it among my lingerie and socks, and she resealed the box - at the bottom.

How did she know where I had hidden Cliff's rings? She had been listening when my emissary had gone to the house on my behalf a few days earlier and begged my mother specifically to return three of my most precious items, identifying them by labels I had affixed to all my belongings - stored in the house - some since 1988.
 
How do I know Dawn was listening behind the kitchen door? She opened the door and laughed and told my messenger and my mother that she and Alex - her boyfriend who had moved in with along with her a few days earlier - had heard every word.
And the Montreal Police - do nothing.

Mid-March, 1997: I showed the police the suitcase full of empty jewel boxes. Then they ostensibly "opened" an investigation. Two male and one female detective came to my place and dusted for fingerprints and finally took the suitcase and the cardboard box to test - they said - at their lab. It really looked serious, official, lots of gadgets. I thought, "At last ! At last !"

Soon afterward, the police told me "There were no fingerprints." They did not say there were many smudged prints. They insisted there were none.

How is that possible? I handled those things. Dawn McSweeney handled those things. Debbie McSweeney handled those things. Boxes that were returned by them were initialled with the letter "D" in felt pen to show they had been checked by either Dawn or Debbie McSweeney ! Friends from my church who picked up the boxes and cases handled them. But the detectives insisted that there were no prints whatsoever. Does anyone wonder why I don't believe them?

The detectives told me that Dawn McSweeney and Alex Lavergne had agreed to take polygraph tests and then changed their minds - "on advice of counsel".
 
Day after day, night after night, year after year, I plead for the return of my precious belongings while, somewhere in the darkness, the Yoga Guru, Dawn McSweeney, and those she calls her "partners in crime" continue to enjoy all the benefits of everything they stole from me and from my aged parents, and from my siblings and their children -  with the help of the Montreal Police.

And the Montreal Police - do nothing.

And so my battle continues, relentlessly, day and night, until everything that Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime return everything they stole from me and from the Rubin Family and until the criminals and their accomplices pay for their crimes.
 
I am offering a $5,000. reward for the return of everything Dawn McSweeney stole from me and from my family, and I am seeking a lawyer to sue the Montreal Police for their participation in these crimes.
 
The lawyer who wins my case can keep the entire amount I am asking for, $100,000. for damages the Montreal Police caused me and my family through their negligence, irresponsibility and their repeated refusal to take appropriate legal action against the thieves and their repeated refusal to make any attempt to recover my precious belongings. I do not want money. I want what is my own.
 
Detailed reports are open to the world at  http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.
 
More than 121,000 people worldwide have read my reports,
But there is still no justice for
Victims of the Montreal Police.
 
 

Sunday, December 15, 2013

MONTREAL POLICE CORRUPTION - MARLENE JENNINGS, MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT, CANADA

  

 

Marlene Jennings was the first black woman from Quebec to be elected to Parliament, serving five terms as the MP for Montreal's Notre-Dame-de-GrĂ¢ce – Lachine riding. She became partially blind in 2011 and is also one of the few MPs who has had a physical disability. She is currently head of the Montreal YM-YWHA.
 
A Montreal Police officer
Helped Dawn McSweeney rob me.
 
Marlene Jennings,
Member of Canada's Parliament
and
Quebec's Deputy Police Ethics Commissioner
Stated at two public meetings in Montreal,
 
"Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
 
Because the Montreal Police repeatedly refused to recover my precious belongings or to prosecute the thief, Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime", the thieves went on to steal everything my father worked for all his life.
 
Since the day of the robbery, the Montreal Police have been covering up these crimes.
 
I am offering a $5,000. REWARD for the return of everything Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime stole from me and from my family with the help of the Montreal Police.
 
I am also seeking a lawyer to sue the Montreal Police in the amount of $100,000. for the severe damages they have caused to me and to my family by their negligence and irresponsibility and their deliberate and repeated refusal to take appropriate legal action.
 
The lawyer who wins my case can keep the entire $100,000. I do not want that money. I want what was stolen from me and from my family. I want justice.
 
I have fought for justice in this case day and night for 17 years, at great cost. My family was destroyed and my immune system was overwhelmed by these crimes - by this struggle for justice in an unjust system that pretends to be honourable. I am fighting cancer even as I fight for what is my own.
 
The cover-up of these crimes
by the Montreal Police continues,
And my struggle for justice continues
Relentlessly.
 
I DEMAND JUSTICE.
 
December 15, 2013
 
Almost 121,000 people around the world
have read my reports,
But there is still no justice for victims of
The Montreal Police
 
 
Detailed reports at   http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

http://www.cbc.ca/montreal/features/human-library/slides.html

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY COME BACK TO US - AN APPEAL TO DAWN'S MOTHER

 
I reach out to my baby sister. Debbie, who is now a grandmother.
 
Debbie,
 
I know that your daughter, Dawn McSweeney is a thief.
 
Dawn robbed me.
 
But her boyfriend, Alex Lavergne, writes again and again that YOU are the thief. And a stranger named Andrew Frankl writes that you are the thief. Where did he get that from? Alex Lavergne.
 
Sheila believes you are responsible for the crimes.
 
I know you never cared for money or jewels or material things. But I also know that you would do anything to protect your children.
 
I also know that you were always weak. Men control you and you obey.You are always afraid.
 
I am sure that Alex Lavergne, Ed McSweeney and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme are behind the crimes committed by Dawn.
 
How do I know? From my personal experiences and from common sense. By their actions. Plus motive, means and opportunity.
 
You would never have become a thief. Dawn and Alex and Ed and Prud'homme have made you an accomplice, a criminal - and a hermit. You are alone because you are afraid.
 
Ma was afraid. She did not fear death, she told me, but she was terrified of being placed in a public facility. That's why she gave you all that power that Dawn and her partners used to rob and destroy our family.
 
Debbie, I have always loved you and I can forgive you. Just return everything you have stolen and I will forgive you for the years of agony your actions have caused me.
 
I will never forgive Dawn and her accomplices, but you are my baby sister, and I will forgive you, You don't have to be alone. Just tell the truth and show the police where my belongings are.
 
I will share this with the world. Somewhere, someone will care enough to bring justice to me and to the rest of the family that Dawn and her partners in crime robbed - with the help of the Montreal Police.
 
Truth is the most powerful weapon on earth. You can't change it or escape from it. You have the rest of your life to live. Will you live it in fear and isolation, or come forward and end this nightmare?
 
If you are afraid, ask the police to help you get to a women's shelter. There, counsellors will help you and you can start to return to a normal life.
 
 
Phyllis