Friday, November 21, 2014

I CURSE THE THIEVES - DAWN MCSWEENEY AND HER "PARTNERS IN CRIME'



For what they did to
My mother and father,
And my youngest sister,
Debbie Rubin.


I am offering a $5,000. reward
For the return of everything
Stolen from me
And from my family,
By Dawn McSweeney
And those she calls her
"Partners in Crime."


The Dawn McSweeney Crime Case
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

HAPPY TREE YOGA GURU, DAWN MCSWEENEY, ROBBED AND DESTROYED MY FAMILY

   
 
This criminal case will not go away.
 
I do not want money.
I want justice.
I will not settle for less.
 
 
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WII708hnrHI/Tx2AYyC8VBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7NkVoZ9O1lA/s1600/Untitled-774757.jpg
 
Happy Tree Yoga Guru
and Thief,
Dawn McSweeney
 
 
EVIDENCE THAT DEMANDS A VERDICT
 
 
Post image for Hon. Marlene Jennings, MP
 
 
Marlene Jennings, Member of Parliament, Canada.
 
Affiliations: Member of the Standing Committee on on Justice and Human Rights; Member of the Canada-Israel Inter-Parliamentary (Friendship) Group, of which she was Vice-Chair (2006-07) and Chair (2005-06); Vice-Chair (Liberal) of the All-Party Group for the Prevention of Genocide and Other Crimes against Humanity; sworn to the Québec Bar Association (1988).
 
First elected in June 1997, the Honourable Marlene Jennings was re-elected as the Member of Parliament for Notre-Dame-de-Grâce–Lachine in November 2000, in June 2004 in January 2006 and in October 2008. Mrs. Jennings is the first Black woman from Quebec to be elected to Parliament in the history of Confederation. She became a member of Privy Council in July 2004.
 
Mrs. Jennings' multi-disciplinary experience has been garnered through positions with both the public and private sectors. She has earned over nine years professional experience in the area of policing, first as a member of the Quebec Police Commission (1988-90) and then as Deputy Commissioner for Police Ethics for the Province of Quebec (1990-97).
 

http://marlenejennings.liberal.ca/en/biography/

My name is Phyllis Carter. I am a 78 year old Canadian journalist, a widow and cancer patient and - thanks to the Montreal Police - I am also 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 call 911.
 
The Montreal Police I called to rescue me - helped the thief instead.

I told the police immediately who had robbed me but, for 18 years now, I have not been able to get the Montreal Police to take any action to recover my stolen belongings from Dawn McSweeney, the person who robbed me, or to take any legal action against her and her accomplices.
 
At the Meet the Candidates assembly in NDG on October 7, 2008, former Liberal Member of Parliament, and Quebec Deputy Police Ethics Commissioner, 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 why the Montreal Police 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
 
 
$5,000. REWARD 
 
MEET DAWN MCSWEENEY -
I SAVED HER LIFE - SHE STOLE MINE
 
 
HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL -
THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY
 
 
Circa February, 1994, I moved back to my parents' home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal. I was sick with cancer, widowed, unemployed and my mother wanted me home.
 
Summer 1996 - Good friends paid a brief visit. As soon as they left, Dawn McSweeney, my youngest sister's daughter, told my mother - in my presence - that my friends only pretended to love me, but they really despised me. In spite of Dawn McSweeney's jealousy and hatred, they are still my friends to this day.
 
THE THIEF, DAWN MCSWEENEY, WAS ALWAYS AFTER MONEY
 
 
The beginning of October, 1996, Dawn and her boyfriend, Alex Lavergne, suddenly moved into 4995.
 
October 5, 1996 - I did a new inventory of all my belongings at 4995, expecting Dawn to pilfer. I pleaded with my mother to keep Dawn out of my rooms - to no avail.
 
October 7, 1996 - I was suddenly attacked in the foyer of our home. I managed to call 911. The Montreal Police I hoped would come to my rescue, helped the thief instead.
 
The officer took me out of the house by my arm and told me I had to leave my home and never return.
 
I was not allowed to take anything with me except my bible, my purse, and a pair of shoes that I liked to wear in church,. 
 
The police left me in the street in front of my home without as much as a coat - and they just drove away. There was no legal process, and I learned later that they did not make a police report.
 
 
I paid premiums to Prudential Insurance for thirty years. On October 8 or 9, 1996 - I reported the robbery to my Prudential Insurance agent, Brian Thornily. Prudential insurance abandoned me. As soon as they heard that a police officer helped the thief, they refused to investigate. Later, Prudential's agent told me it was because the police had made their report of the robbery "too late".
 
ABANDONED BY PRUDENTIAL INSURANCE -
PRUDENTIAL BLAMES MONTREAL POLICE  -
 
 
I had pleaded with the police to investigate from the moment I called 911, and constantly thereafter, but they refused, saying everything would be returned to me if I would "just be patient". It has been 17 years and the Montreal Police still refuse to take appropriate action.
 
1996-97 - I got a tip that Dawn McSweeney had a friend who operated a jewellery store on Prince Arthur. I told Montreal Police detective, Sylvie Laverdiere. She told me that, since I was a Pinkerton investigator, I should do the investigation myself and report back to her. I did that, verbally and in a detailed written report.
 
The police at the Mariette station told me to go back home and ask my mother to return my jewellery. I went to the house and stood on the icy steps pleading with my mother to give me back my belongings. Dawn McSweeney came to the door and laughed at me as I stood on the steps weeping - and she mocked me. Then she went inside and called the police.
 
AS I PLEADED FOR MY BELONGINGS, DAWN MCSWEENEY MOCKED ME
 
 
The same officers who had told me to go home and ask for my belongings came to the house and told me to leave. I refused to leave without my precious belongings. The woman officer said she would have to arrest me if I didn't leave. I begged her to arrest me so the case could go to court. She promised the police would recover my belongings, so I agreed to leave.
 
Montreal Police detective Sylvie Laverdiere went to 4995 Prince of Wales and asked for my belongings. Detective Laverdiere told me she did not enter the house, but Dawn McSweeney handed her my Borg winter coat - and nothing else - none of my valuables.
 
March 17, 1997 - Dawn McSweeney returned what she did not want - my clothing, some files, and all my jewellery boxes and cases - EMPTY
 
 
 
March 17, 1997 - I brought the suitcase full of empty little jewellery boxes to the police at the Mariette station. Then they finally said they would investigate - six months after the attack and robbery.
 
Two police detectives, a man and a woman, came to my apartment all decked out with guns and radios and all sorts of gear. It looked as if - at long last - they would do a serious investigation.
 
The detectives told me they had to take some boxes and the suitcase that had contained  my jewellery to the police lab to test for fingerprints. Dawn McSweeney, Debbie McSweeney and Ed McSweeney, Dawn's father, had all handled my belongings. One of them had even initialled boxes to show they had searched the contents. But, once the police detectives took the boxes and suitcase, the incriminating evidence "disappeared". The detectives  told me there were "no fingerprints". They did not say the prints were smeared or unclear. They insisted that "There were NO fingerprints" - Not even mine ? "No, none."
 
 
CLIFF CARTER'S BADGE,
STOLEN BY DAWN MCSWEENEY
in  Montreal, Quebec,
ON OCTOBER 7, 1996,
IS VERY SIMILAR TO THIS ONE,
BUT CLIFF'S BADGE IS SILVER WITH BLUE ENAMEL
 
                 
1940s-1950s Passaic County, New Jersey Named Deputy Sheriff Badge
 
 
Passing by 4995 Prince of Wales in my car in April, 2004, I noticed that the front stoop was littered with junk mail. I dared to go to the door and rang the bell. No answer. Maybe my mother just didn't want to speak to me.
 
OUR AGED MOTHER IS MISSING -
MONTREAL POLICE REFUSE TO INVESTIGATE
 
 
I went around to the back of the house to try to see through the window if my mother was alright. There were strange holes all around the back yard and the back door and window were covered with dead brown vines. It was like an Alfred Hitchcock movie. I feared the worst. I called for an ambulance. Police came and there was no response. I asked the police at the Somerled station to investigate. They refused.
 
Mother "disappeared" and no one knew where she was - or how she was. But the Montreal Police refused to investigate. Our mother was kept in total isolation for about ten years by Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.
 
Summer, 2007 - I was told by my brother that Paperman and Sons, funeral directors, had informed him that our mother was dead. I went to the cemetery. There I saw a stranger with my sister, Debbie. The Paperman agent told me that Debbie called the man her "husband". What happened to Ed McSweeney? Paperman's agent told me that the stranger's name was Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme. Three Montreal Police cars attended the burial. I thanked one of the officers for being there. The whole thing was bizarre.
 
A day after the burial of my mother, two police officers knocked on my door. They had a court order declaring that I was insane and dangerous and they took me to the hospital for a "thirty day mental evaluation."
 
THE PHYLLIS CARTER DETENTION -
CONDEMNED IN ABSENTIA IN FOUR MINUTES
 
 
I returned home three days later, Afterward, I learned that Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme had requested the court order which was granted in four minutes without anyone in authority notifying me, seeing me, speaking to me, without any evidence or medical report or any witnesses - except for the stranger who had never met me or spoken to me - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme - and Dawn McSweeney's mother, my beloved "baby sister", Debbie.
 
Later, I learned that, two years prior to her death, in 2005, when my mother was about 92 years old, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme had made a will in my mother's name, eliminating all the children and grandchildren specifically named in my father's will - and giving our family home and my father's life's savings to Debbie McSweeney and Dawn McSweeney, and making himself the "liquidator" of my father's estate - a man who never even met my father who had died in 2000.
 
MOTHER DID NOT SIGN THAT WILL -
SHE WAS 92 YEARS OLD AND ILL
 
 
Dawn McSweeney had six months of total, uninterrupted access to all my precious belongings, and she stole the best of everything I had worked for all my life and all the gifts I had receive all my life - every precious souvenir of my lifetime. No amount of money could ever replace what Dawn McSweeney stole with the help of the Montreal Police.
 
In 2008, Member of Parliament and former Quebec Police Ethics Commissioner, Marlene Jennings, stated at two public meetings in Montreal - "Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
 
MRS. CARTER'S RIGHTS
WERE VIOLATED THREE TIMES -
MARLENE JENNINGS, M.P.
 
 
But the Montreal Police refuse still refuse to recover our stolen property or to arrest the thief and those she calls her "partners in crime,"
 
Why? Because a Montreal Police officer was involved in the crime from the moment he answered my 911 call. And because the Montreal Police refused to take action against the thief, she and her accomplices went on to rob my parents, my siblings and my siblings' children of their inheritances.
 
 
 
Marlene Jennings, Liberal Member of Canada's Parliament, stated twice at public meetings in 2008 - "MRS. CARTER'S RIGHTS WERE VIOLATED THREE TIMES.'
 
Russell Copeman, Member of Quebec's Legislature, acknowledged that my rights were violated and he tried to get the Conseil de la Magistrature to take action against the judge who condemned me in absentia, based solely on the most bizarre accusations made against me by a complete stranger - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme - a person I had never met or spoken to. A man I knew nothing about. I saw him in the distance once - at my mother's burial in June, 2007. 
 
In the application that resulted in the court order, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme  - declares that -
 
Phyllis Carter -
Dances naked on her mother's grave while wearing a bullet proof vest,
Wears a large cross,
Quotes the Bible,
Kills cats by throwing them against a wall,
Sets fires for pleasure, and
Dreams of killing her parents in their bed 
 
(Note: These criminals even know what I dream about.)
 
See - DANCING NAKED at
 
Yet now, in 2011, the Montreal Police still refuse to investigate these crimes.
 
Even when our aged mother was removed from her home and held in total isolation by the boastful "partners in crime" for almost a decade, the Montreal Police refused to investigate.
 
Even when the self-professed "partners in crime" sent me hate mail and obtained a court order declaring that I was insane and dangerous, the Montreal Police refused to investigate.
 
Without ever speaking to me, a Quebec Court judge I never met condemned me in absentia in four minutes with no medical evidence and no witnesses except my accuser, one of the thief, Dawn McSweeney's "partners in crime" - as she calls them on her own blog - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme - and Dawn McSweeney's mother - under duress, I am certain. This, in Canada in the 21st Century.
 
If truth and tenacity are the characteristics of one who is insane, I am indeed mad.
 
(See the reports in The Suburban Weekly newspaper - September 5, 2007 - The Phyllis Carter Detention and September 12, 2007 - Condemned in Four Minutes.)
 
I am fighting for my life and for justice. Quebec's Human Rights Commission says I am "too late" for justice.
 
It is not only young members of minority communities that suffer abuse at the hands of the Montreal Police. On October 7, 1996, I was sixty years old, living with my elderly parents while fighting breast cancer when I was attacked and robbed.
 
The Montreal Police officer "helped" me out of my home, physically - by my arm - and left me out in the street alone and destitute without as much as a coat. In front of my assailant he warned me that I must never return to the house and I could not take any of my belongings with me.
 
I have been pleading for justice day and night for seventeen years.
 
I have been ignored, delayed, diverted and ignored by those in authority.
 
Then the Quebec Human Rights organization - Droits de la personne - told I was too late for justice.
 
I am 78 years old. I was fighting breast cancer when I was attacked and robbed on October 7, 1996. After pleading for justice day and night for years, draining every drop of my energy, in 2009, I learned my immune system had been so depleted, I had bone cancer. I have been on chemotherapy treatment ever since. I am fighting for my life. And still, I fight for justice day and night before the eyes of the world.
 
Like the Nazis, Dawn McSweeney stole personal treasures and destroyed lives. (See the report on this blog.)
 
The fact that I had become a Christian gave Dawn McSweeney an excuse to pin a target on me. I never knew what hit me until years later when the pieces started to fall into place.  
 
Once I was out of my home, the thief had free and total access to all my most precious belongings day and night for five months. Dawn McSweeney stole all my best jewellery and everything of value that I had worked for all my life and every precious thing left to me by my beloved husband, including his badge, his trademark grey Stetson fedora, our wedding portrait and much more.
 
This crime shattered my family. But it didn't end there. In 2007, the self-proclaimed "partners in crime" were still free to take everything that belonged to my parents and the heirs they named specifically - their children and grandchildren - in their own wills.
 
Canadian Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings, twice acknowledged publicly that my rights were violated three times by the injustice system but no one will help me.
 
The Montreal Police who turned over all my precious belongings and the lives and property of my parents to the thief did not file a report and the Montreal Police have refused repeatedly ever since to take any action against the thief and her accomplices.
 
Even when these criminals took my widowed mother from her home and kept her in total isolation for almost a decade, the Montreal Police refused to investigate.
 
It was only days after my mother's death in 2007 when I was taken from my home by the police for the second time, based solely on accusations by those Dawn McSweeney boastfully calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog. 
 
Even when these criminals created a bizarre and malicious application for a court order to have me declared insane and dangerous, the Montreal Police would not investigate.
 
A Quebec judge issued the court order in four minutes without any medical evidence, without any witnesses but the criminals themselves and without ever speaking to me. 
 
The CLSC Pierrefonds, Quebec, apologized in writing for their part in these crimes.
 
Russell Copeman, MNA, appealed to the Magistrature that governs judges for justice - to no avail.
 
I have appealed to every member of government, every authority, every agency I could think of. I am told  "It is not our jurisdiction," "No one did anything wrong". "Get a lawyer."
 
These criminals are still free to enjoy everything they stole.
 
I do not want money or any kind of "compensation".
 
I can't afford a lawyer.
 
I am not eligible for legal aid.  
 
What I want is justice. I want the criminals tried in criminal court.
 
I want the authorities to return everything Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" have stolen from me and from my family - all my best jewellery and every personal item left to me by my beloved husband - and I want them to return to the family - not to me - my parents' property and money.  
 
Thanks to the Internet, more than 166,000 people around the world have now read these reports. I can tell the world about these devastating crimes in the hope of finding a hero - one honourable person who will read about what was done to me and to my family and care enough to take the necessary steps to bring Dawn McSweeney and her accomplices before an honest judge in criminal court and return everything they stole.
 
I am seeking a lawyer to sue the Montreal Police for $100,000. for their part in these crimes. 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 by Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime, with the help of the Montreal Police. I want - I demand - JUSTICE.
 
See the message from Quebec Human Rights Commission at this blog site.
 
For all reports and details, see the Archives at 
 
and 
 
 
A MATTER OF PUBLIC RECORD

On October 7, 1996, I was attacked and robbed in my parents' Montreal home, where I had been living for two years while recovering from breast cancer. At the beginning of October my teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney, and her boyfriend Alex had moved in with us. Within a week of Dawn's arrival, I was suddenly attacked for no apparent reason and without any warning. In shock, I managed to call 911.
 
One of the two officers who responded to my distress call 'helped' me out the door without as much as a coat. In front of my assailant, the officer told me that I must never return. This police officer's unilateral decision to evict me, forbidding me to return home, gave all my most precious belongings, and my aged parents' lives and property into the hands of Dawn McSweeney.
 
This action was taken without any investigation. There was no legal procedure. No hearing. No court procedure. No trial. No judgment. No background to support such an action. No justification. The officer just decided to do it. And then - he did not file a report.
 
Widowed, unemployed and fighting cancer, the Montreal Police abandoned me in the street alone, cold, homeless and destitute. My entire life was locked up behind me, in the hands of my teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney. I pleaded with the police to file a report, to go to the house and see for themselves the proof of what I was saying. They refused again and again. For six months, the police refused repeatedly to file a report. At 60, I had to start life again - from scratch.
 
Quebec's Police Ethics Commissioner, Denis Racicot, wrote to me: "The police have large powers and vast authority .... The case is "definitively closed." (sic) Large powers - to help criminals? Vast authority - to rob widows ?

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

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

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

The following is a matter of Public Record.

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

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

The following is also a matter of Public Record.

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

Months later, I discovered Dawn McSweeney's own blog on the internet. The heading reads:
 
"Dedicated to Partners in Crime and Kindred Spirits
Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome."

In November, 2007, Member of the Quebec National Assembly, Russell Copeman, wrote an appeal to the Conseil de la Magistrature against the judge who condemned me with his court order in less than four minutes without ever seeing me or speaking to me and without any medical evidence, but based solely on the bizarre accusations made by a man I do not know and Dawn's mother, Debbie, who had not spoken with me since 1997. The Conseil de la Magistrature of Quebec replied that the judge did nothing wrong.
 
 
THE CLSC APOLOGIZED
FOR THEIR PART IN THE CRIME.
 
To try to discredit, intimidate and silence me so that I would stop pursuing the criminal case of the robbery that took place on October 7, 1996, the "partners in crime" obtained a court order accusing me of being insane and dangerous.
 
A social worker at the CLSC helped Debbie McSweeney and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme to draft the application for that court order. There were no witnesses and there was no medical evidence. I was never contacted. 
 
My accusers were Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, a complete stranger to me, and my sister, Debbie Rubin McSweeney, who has not spoken a word to me since  1997. My mother's death was the trigger. I had to be silenced. A secret was about to be revealed, but I didn't know anything about it then.
 
The judge issued the court order in four minutes without ever speaking to me or anyone other than Mr. Prud'homme and Debbie. On this basis, two policemen came to my apartment and took me away.
 
In Canada in the 21st Century.
 
Phyllis Carter
 
APOLOGY RECEIVED FROM CLSC -  (Quebec Community Clinic)

April 1, 2008
 
Through the intervention of our Member of the Quebec National Assembly, Russell Copeman, I received a copy of the following letter today, April 1, 2008:
 
Centre de sante et de services sociaux
de l'Ouest-de-l"ile
West Island
Health and Social Services Centre
 
March 11, 2008
 
Mr. Russell Copeman
M.N.A. for Notre-Dame-de-Grace
6332 Sherbrooke Street West, Suite 205,
Montreal, Quebec
H4B 1M7
 
Subject: Complaint from Mrs. Phyllis Carter
(File Number .........)
 
Dear Mr. Copeman,
 
Following our meeting, I proceeded to investigate the incident that led to Mrs. Phyllis Carter being evaluated against her will.
 
The Social Worker who assisted Mrs. Carter's sister in this endeavour followed the established procedure to submit a request for psychiatric evaluation. However, while conducting this investigation, in collaboration with the Director of Mental Health program, we realized that the option of informing the respondent (person for whom the request is made), as well as verifying this person's mental health, was not present.
 
In Mrs. Carter's case, the Social Worker took for granted the sister' statements about Mrs. Carter's behaviour. Therefore, the "Protocole requete pour evaluation psychiatrique" should be revised to include the procedure of verifying the person's mental status before sending in the request.
 
The West Island Health and Social Services Centre would like to apologize to Mrs. Carter for this experience. The supervisor of the Psychosocial intake, Mr. Claude Girouard, is willing to talk to Mrs. Carter, should she wish to do so. He can be reached at 514 -------- Ext. -----
 
Users' complaints represent an occasion for the establishment to improve the quality of its services. We thank you for bringing this situation to our attention.
 
Yours truly,
 
Diane Joly
Local Service Quality and Complaints Commissioner


I am now 78 years old. I have been fighting for justice in this case since the day I was attacked and robbed, October 7, 1996. I will never give up. I want to make it very clear that I will not accept money or compensation" from anyone. I want my parents' true wills to be reinstated. I do not want anything from my parents' estate for myself. I want only what Dawn McSweeney and her associates stole from me. And I want the thieves tried in criminal court.
 
Who is responsible?
 
Everyone in authority who has refused to recover and return our precious belongings and take legal action against the criminals who destroyed my family.
 

And still the Montreal Police do nothing. 

 
Montreal, Quebec and Canadian politicians and police are corrupt.
Who can we turn to?
 
I am fighting for that rare and elusive treasure - JUSTICE !
I will not settle for anything less.

Phyllis Carter
 
 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

4995 PRINCE OF WALES, NOTRE DAME DE GRACE, MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA

 
 
I don't know who lives in the cottage at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, but the people who live there probably don't know that they don't have the right to be there.
 
The property - our family home for decades - belonged to my father, George Rubin since the 1950's when it was built. My father died in the summer of 2000. His will left all his estate to my mother, Leona Feldman, and following her passing, his will leaves everything to his children and grandchildren - in equal parts - each child specifically named in his will.
 
Then what happened?
 
I was attacked and robbed in my home at that address on October 7, 1996.
 
The thief, Dawn McSweeney stole everything I worked for all my life. When I called 911 for help, the Montreal Police removed me, physically, from my home - without any legal procedure or justification - leaving all my most precious possessions and the lives of my aged parents completely under the control of Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime."
 
Subsequently, my mother was removed from home and kept in total isolation by this same group for a decade until her death in 2007.
 
The Montreal Police refused repeatedly to take any legal action or to do any serious investigation.
 
Two years before my mother died in 2005, a stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, made a will in my mother's name, omitting all my father's heirs and naming Debbie McSweeney and Dawn McSweeney as the sole beneficiaries of my father's home and all his life's savings.
 
This same Prud'homme named himself - a man who could never have met my father who died years earlier - liquidator of his estate. 
 
The official at the City of Montreal Court House archives told me that MY MOTHER DID NOT SIGN THE WILL made in her name. I asked her several times to explain. She repeated that my mother did not sign the will made in her name. The will does not have my mother's signature. See details below.
 
Through all this, from October 7, 1996 to this day, September 9, 2014, the Montreal Police have refused to take any legal action to recover what was stolen by these criminals.
 
So whoever bought our home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, bought it from someone who had no right to it, no right to sell it - because it still belongs to my father's heirs, specifically identified in his will.
 
 
Phyllis Rubin Carter
 
 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:MarleneJennings.jpg
 
Marlene Jennings,
Member of Parliament, Canada.
and
Quebec Deputy Police Ethics Commissioner
Stated at two public meetings in Montreal in 2008,
 
"Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
 
 
Detailed reports at -
 
 

DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY - THE TRUTH IS OUT - WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF ?

 
 
This is a message to my "baby" sister, Debbie. I doubt that she knows how to use a computer or read anything published in newspapers or on the Internet, but if you know Debbie, perhaps you might let her know about this message.
 
Debbie was the  most beautiful, gentle, sweet child. She was kind and sensitive. An angel child. But Debbie was overweight from birth, and, as far as I know, she had no friends. Until she attended a summer urban camp called "unschool" at Sir George Williams College in Montreal. There she met Ed McSweeney, an American citizen studying in Montreal at the time of the Viet Nam war.  Debbie was mesmerized.
 
From that time on, we didn't "know" Debbie anymore. I have reported this before, so I will not elaborate. The whole story is open to the world at http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com
 
I think about Debbie - and yes, I pray for her - every day.... not because I am a firm "believer," but because I care so much about her and I don't know how to help her myself. I have no way of knowing what hell she may be living in. But based on what I do know about the men who have enslaved her for decades - Ed McSweeney and Kenmeth Gregoire Prud'homme - I fear for her all the time.
 
So, today, once again, I am writing on the World Wide Web, hoping that somehow, someone will try to save her.
 
Debbie fears me. Why? I have never done a thing to harm her. I have never wanted to hurt her. I have always loved her.
 
But Debbie's daughter, Dawn McSweeney - the Happy Tree Yoga "Guru" - is a thief who robbed me and robbed our family - not only of every precious thing that belongs to us - but of years that Dawn's crimes have torn away from us, from our parents.
 
Both our parents died without knowing what had really been done to them, without daring to face what was done to us by Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog. 
 
None of Dawn McSweeney's crimes could have succeeded - without the help of the Montreal Police - who have aided and abetted her actions from the day I was attacked and robbed in our family at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, in Montreal where I had been living with my parents for two years while undergoing chemotherapy and trying to recover after the death of my beloved husband.
 
Detailed reports of these crimes are open to the world, and more than 162,800 people around the world have now read my reports. But there is still no justice for crime victims in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, where the Montreal Police help the criminals.
 
Tell Debbie I love her.  The criminals have stolen years from our lives. I am hoping there is still time for Debbie to save herself. All she has to do is go to the Suburban newspaper or a TV station or a radio station or a police station and tell the truth. There are ways they can protect you, Debbie. I will never testify against you. I still believe that you are one of Dawn' victims and not one of her "partners in crime."
 
I am 78 years old now and fighting cancer. We never know how much time is left to us. Debbie, speak up before it is too late. Stephen is gone. Ma and Pa are gone.
 
Our sister lives in isolation - a hermit - like you, but her life is rich and soft  and comfortable and her husband takes care of her. She is also a victim of Dawn's crimes, but she chooses silence. She refuses to deal with reality if it is difficult or exposes her to the world. As you know, she is well educated. She writes Letters to the Editor - but she uses a nom-de-plume. She hides. I never did and I never will.
 
Life is not worth living in fear, in isolation, in hiding - as you do, as our mother did. Lives wasted in fear of people. Ma feared everyone - except the thief, your daughter, Dawn McSweeney. How ironic that the person she trusted was the one who tore us all to pieces.
 
I have friends who love me and have helped me when my family did not. They have helped me through one major crisis after another for decades. Christians, Muslims, Jews. My friends have helped me. I am alive because I have people who love me.
 
You do not have to live as a slave anymore, Debbie. You do not have to be afraid - certainly not of me. I would do anything I could to help you. But I will never stop pursuing the criminal case against Dawn, and you can't protect her from that by living in darkness. I will never stop demanding the return of everything she stole from me and from the rest of the family.
 
Why waste the rest of your life in darkness? I don't hate you. I don't blame you. I can't believe you were a willing participant in Dawn's crimes.
 
In 2009, you told our sister that you found a lump in your breast. Was that true? I don't want to hear that you have died. I couldn't bear it. Speak up before it is too late.
 
Love,
 
Phyllis
 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Monday, March 10, 2014

MORE HATE MAIL FROM FRIENDS OF THE THIEF, DAWN MCSWEENEY AND HER PARTNER

 
 
I must be getting closer to justice.
This friend of the thieves is nervous.
 
March 10, 2014

I see that you keep on updating your little blog with the same old lies. On the one hand, I feel poorly for you. Solely for your misery, as all this time, even you can't still believe the completely insane things that come out of your mouth and mind. Yet you keep on keepin' on as though you also believe that anybody is going to listen and give any credit to the rantings of a lunatic.On the other hand, I'm angry at you. Angry, because who is it that you think you are that you can cast aspersions on anyone. Who is it that appointed you judge and jury?
Who do you thik you are to accuse the Montreal Police Department of crimes?
When will you finally look in the mirror and see yourself for the lunatic that you are and stop blaming everybody else for your failures in the miserable thing you call your life?
 
You and the rest of your ilk are truly disgusting. All of you and you should all be ashamed. You. Your sisters. You're all less than scum.
 

Friday, February 14, 2014

SUMMARY - THE CRIMES OF DAWN MCSWEENEY AND THE MONTREAL POLICE

  
 
EVIDENCE THAT DEMANDS A VERDICT

  Marlene Jennings

 
Marlene Jennings, Member of Parliament, Canada.
 
First elected in June 1997, the Honourable Marlene Jennings was re-elected as the Member of Parliament for Notre-Dame-de-Grâce–Lachine in November 2000, in June 2004 in January 2006 and in October 2008. Mrs. Jennings is the first Black woman from Quebec to be elected to Parliament in the history of Confederation. She became a member of Privy Council in July 2004.
 
Mrs. Jennings' multi-disciplinary experience has been garnered through positions with both the public and private sectors. She has earned over nine years professional experience in the area of policing, first as a member of the Quebec Police Commission (1988-90) and then as Deputy Commissioner for Police Ethics for the Province of Quebec (1990-97).

http://marlenejennings.liberal.ca/en/biography/

My name is Phyllis Carter. I am a 77 year old Canadian journalist, a widow and cancer patient and - thanks to the Montreal Police - I am also 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 call 911.
 
The Montreal Police I called to rescue me - helped the thief instead.

I told the police immediately who had robbed me but, for seventeen years now, I have not been able to get the Montreal Police to take any action to recover my stolen belongings from Dawn McSweeney, the person who robbed me, or to take any legal action against her and her accomplices.
 
At the Meet the Candidates assembly in NDG on October 7, 2008, former Liberal Member of Parliament, and Quebec Deputy Police Ethics Commissioner, 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 why the Montreal Police 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
 
 
$5,000. REWARD 
 
MEET DAWN MCSWEENEY -
I SAVED HER LIFE - SHE STOLE MINE
 
 
HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL -
THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY
 
 
Circa February, 1994, I moved back to my parents' home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal. I was sick with cancer, widowed, unemployed and my mother wanted me home.
 
Summer 1996 - Good friends paid a brief visit. As soon as they left, Dawn McSweeney, my youngest sister's daughter, told my mother - in my presence - that my friends only pretended to love me, but they really despised me. In spite of Dawn McSweeney's jealousy and hatred, they are still my friends to this day.
 
THE THIEF, DAWN MCSWEENEY, WAS ALWAYS AFTER MONEY
 
 
The beginning of October, 1996, Dawn and her boyfriend, Alex Lavergne, suddenly moved into 4995.
 
October 5, 1996 - I did a new inventory of all my belongings at 4995, expecting Dawn to pilfer. I pleaded with my mother to keep Dawn out of my rooms - to no avail.
 
October 7, 1996 - I was suddenly attacked in the foyer of our home. I managed to call 911. The Montreal Police I hoped would come to my rescue, helped the thief instead.
 
The officer took me out of the house by my arm and told me I had to leave my home and never return.
 
I was not allowed to take anything with me except my bible, my purse, and a pair of shoes that I liked to wear in church,. 
 
The police left me in the street in front of my home without as much as a coat - and they just drove away. There was no legal process, and I learned later that they did not make a police report.
 
 
I paid premiums to Prudential Insurance for thirty years. On October 8 or 9, 1996 - I reported the robbery to my Prudential Insurance agent, Brian Thornily. Prudential insurance abandoned me. As soon as they heard that a police officer helped the thief, they refused to investigate. Later, Prudential's agent told me it was because the police had made their report of the robbery "too late".
 
ABANDONED BY PRUDENTIAL INSURANCE -
PRUDENTIAL BLAMES MONTREAL POLICE  -
 
 
I had pleaded with the police to investigate from the moment I called 911, and constantly thereafter, but they refused, saying everything would be returned to me if I would "just be patient". It has been 17 years and the Montreal Police still refuse to take appropriate action.
 
1996-97 - I got a tip that Dawn McSweeney had a friend who operated a jewellery store on Prince Arthur. I told Montreal Police detective, Sylvie Laverdiere. She told me that, since I was a Pinkerton investigator, I should do the investigation myself and report back to her. I did that, verbally and in a detailed written report.
 
The police at the Mariette station told me to go back home and ask my mother to return my jewellery. I went to the house and stood on the icy steps pleading with my mother to give me back my belongings. Dawn McSweeney came to the door and laughed at me as I stood on the steps weeping - and she mocked me. Then she went inside and called the police.
 
AS I PLEADED FOR MY BELONGINGS, DAWN MCSWEENEY MOCKED ME
 
 
The same officers who had told me to go home and ask for my belongings came to the house and told me to leave. I refused to leave without my precious belongings. The woman officer said she would have to arrest me if I didn't leave. I begged her to arrest me so the case could go to court. She promised the police would recover my belongings, so I agreed to leave.
 
Montreal Police detective Sylvie Laverdiere went to 4995 Prince of Wales and asked for my belongings. Detective Laverdiere told me she did not enter the house, but Dawn McSweeney handed her my Borg winter coat - and nothing else - none of my valuables.
 
March 17, 1997 - Dawn McSweeney returned what she did not want - my clothing, some files, and all my jewellery boxes and cases - EMPTY
 
 
March 17, 1997 - I brought the suitcase full of empty little jewellery boxes to the police at the Mariette station. Then they finally said they would investigate - six months after the attack and robbery.
 
Two police detectives, a man and a woman, came to my apartment all decked out with guns and radios and all sorts of gear. It looked as if - at long last - they would do a serious investigation.
 
The detectives told me they had to take some boxes and the suitcase that had contained  my jewellery to the police lab to test for fingerprints. Dawn McSweeney, Debbie McSweeney and Ed McSweeney, Dawn's father, had all handled my belongings. One of them had even initialled boxes to show they had searched the contents. But, once the police detectives took the boxes and suitcase, the incriminating evidence "disappeared". The detectives  told me there were "no fingerprints". They did not say the prints were smeared or unclear. They insisted that "There were NO fingerprints" - Not even mine ? "No, none."
 
Passing by 4995 Prince of Wales in my car in April, 2004, I noticed that the front stoop was littered with junk mail. I dared to go to the door and rang the bell. No answer. Maybe my mother just didn't want to speak to me.
 
OUR AGED MOTHER IS MISSING -
MONTREAL POLICE REFUSE TO INVESTIGATE
 
 
I went around to the back of the house to try to see through the window if my mother was alright. There were strange holes all around the back yard and the back door and window were covered with dead brown vines. It was like an Alfred Hitchcock movie. I feared the worst. I called for an ambulance. Police came and there was no response. I asked the police at the Somerled station to investigate. They refused.
 
Mother "disappeared" and no one knew where she was - or how she was. But the Montreal Police refused to investigate. Our mother was kept in total isolation for about ten years by Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.
 
Summer, 2007 - I was told by my brother that Paperman and Sons, funeral directors, had informed him that our mother was dead. I went to the cemetery. There I saw a stranger with my sister, Debbie. The Paperman agent told me that Debbie called the man her "husband". What happened to Ed McSweeney? Paperman's agent told me that the stranger's name was Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme. Three Montreal Police cars attended the burial. I thanked one of the officers for being there. The whole thing was bizarre.
 
A day after the burial of my mother, two police officers knocked on my door. They had a court order declaring that I was insane and dangerous and they took me to the hospital for a "thirty day mental evaluation."
 
THE PHYLLIS CARTER DETENTION -
CONDEMNED IN ABSENTIA IN FOUR MINUTES
 
 
I returned home three days later, Afterward, I learned that Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme had requested the court order which was granted in four minutes without anyone in authority notifying me, seeing me, speaking to me, without any evidence or medical report or any witnesses - except for the stranger who had never met me or spoken to me - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme - and Dawn McSweeney's mother, my beloved "baby sister", Debbie.
 
Later, I learned that, two years prior to her death, in 2005, when my mother was about 92 years old, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme had made a will in my mother's name, eliminating all the children and grandchildren specifically named in my father's will - and giving our family home and my father's life's savings to Debbie McSweeney and Dawn McSweeney, and making himself the "liquidator" of my father's estate - a man who never even met my father who had died in 2000.
 
MOTHER DID NOT SIGN THAT WILL -
SHE WAS 92 YEARS OLD AND ILL
 
 
Dawn McSweeney had six months of total, uninterrupted access to all my precious belongings, and she stole the best of everything I had worked for all my life and all the gifts I had receive all my life - every precious souvenir of my lifetime. No amount of money could ever replace what Dawn McSweeney stole with the help of the Montreal Police.
 
In 2008, Member of Parliament and former Quebec Police Ethics Commissioner, Marlene Jennings, stated at two public meetings in Montreal - "Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
 
MRS. CARTER'S RIGHTS
WERE VIOLATED THREE TIMES -
MARLENE JENNINGS, M.P.
 
 
But the Montreal Police refuse still refuse to recover our stolen property or to arrest the thief and those she calls her "partners in crime,"
 
Why? Because a Montreal Police officer was involved in the crime from the moment he answered my 911 call. And because the Montreal Police refused to take action against the thief, she and her accomplices went on to rob my parents, my siblings and my siblings' children of their inheritances.
 
 
 
Marlene Jennings, Liberal Member of Canada's Parliament, stated twice at public meetings in 2008 - "MRS. CARTER'S RIGHTS WERE VIOLATED THREE TIMES.'
 
Russell Copeman, Member of Quebec's Legislature, acknowledged that my rights were violated and he tried to get the Conseil de la Magistrature to take action against the judge who condemned me in absentia, based solely on the most bizarre accusations made against me by a complete stranger - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme - a person I had never met or spoken to. A man I knew nothing about. I saw him in the distance once - at my mother's burial in June, 2007. 
 
In the application that resulted in the court order, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme  - declares that -
 
Phyllis Carter -
Dances naked on her mother's grave while wearing a bullet proof vest,
Wears a large cross,
Quotes the Bible,
Kills cats by throwing them against a wall,
Sets fires for pleasure, and
Dreams of killing her parents in their bed 
 
(Note: These criminals even know what I dream about.)
 
See - DANCING NAKED at
 
Yet now, in 2011, the Montreal Police still refuse to investigate these crimes.
 
Even when our aged mother was removed from her home and held in total isolation by the boastful "partners in crime" for almost a decade, the Montreal Police refused to investigate.
 
Even when the self-professed "partners in crime" sent me hate mail and obtained a court order declaring that I was insane and dangerous, the Montreal Police refused to investigate.
 
Without ever speaking to me, a Quebec Court judge I never met condemned me in absentia in four minutes with no medical evidence and no witnesses except my accuser, one of the thief, Dawn McSweeney's "partners in crime" - as she calls them on her own blog - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme - and Dawn McSweeney's mother - under duress, I am certain. This, in Canada in the 21st Century.
 
If truth and tenacity are the characteristics of one who is insane, I am indeed mad.
 
(See the reports in The Suburban Weekly newspaper - September 5, 2007 - The Phyllis Carter Detention and September 12, 2007 - Condemned in Four Minutes.)
 
I am fighting for my life and for justice. Quebec's Human Rights Commission says I am "too late" for justice.
 
It is not only young members of minority communities that suffer abuse at the hands of the Montreal Police. On October 7, 1996, I was sixty years old, living with my elderly parents while fighting breast cancer when I was attacked and robbed.
 
The Montreal Police officer "helped" me out of my home, physically - by my arm - and left me out in the street alone and destitute without as much as a coat. In front of my assailant he warned me that I must never return to the house and I could not take any of my belongings with me.
 
I have been pleading for justice day and night for seventeen years.
 
I have been ignored, delayed, diverted and ignored by those in authority.
 
Then the Quebec Human Rights organization - Droits de la personne - told I was too late for justice.
 
I am 77 years old. I was fighting breast cancer when I was attacked and robbed on October 7, 1996. After pleading for justice day and night for years, draining every drop of my energy, in 2009, I learned my immune system had been so depleted, I had bone cancer. I have been on chemotherapy treatment ever since. I am fighting for my life. And still, I fight for justice day and night before the eyes of the world.
 
Like the Nazis, Dawn McSweeney stole personal treasures and destroyed lives. (See the report on this blog.)
 
The fact that I had become a Christian gave Dawn McSweeney an excuse to pin a target on me. I never knew what hit me until years later when the pieces started to fall into place.  
 
Once I was out of my home, the thief had free and total access to all my most precious belongings day and night for five months. Dawn McSweeney stole all my best jewellery and everything of value that I had worked for all my life and every precious thing left to me by my beloved husband, including his badge, his trademark grey Stetson fedora, our wedding portrait and much more.
 
This crime shattered my family. But it didn't end there. In 2007, the self-proclaimed "partners in crime" were still free to take everything that belonged to my parents and the heirs they named specifically - their children and grandchildren - in their own wills.
 
Canadian Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings, twice acknowledged publicly that my rights were violated three times by the injustice system but no one will help me.
 
The Montreal Police who turned over all my precious belongings and the lives and property of my parents to the thief did not file a report and the Montreal Police have refused repeatedly ever since to take any action against the thief and her accomplices.
 
Even when these criminals took my widowed mother from her home and kept her in total isolation for almost a decade, the Montreal Police refused to investigate.
 
It was only days after my mother's death in 2007 when I was taken from my home by the police for the second time, based solely on accusations by those Dawn McSweeney boastfully calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog. 
 
Even when these criminals created a bizarre and malicious application for a court order to have me declared insane and dangerous, the Montreal Police would not investigate.
 
A Quebec judge issued the court order in four minutes without any medical evidence, without any witnesses but the criminals themselves and without ever speaking to me. 
 
The CLSC Pierrefonds, Quebec, apologized in writing for their part in these crimes.
 
Russell Copeman, MNA, appealed to the Magistrature that governs judges for justice - to no avail.
 
I have appealed to every member of government, every authority, every agency I could think of. I am told  "It is not our jurisdiction," "No one did anything wrong". "Get a lawyer."
 
These criminals are still free to enjoy everything they stole.
 
I do not want money or any kind of "compensation".
 
I can't afford a lawyer.
 
I am not eligible for legal aid.  
 
What I want is justice. I want the criminals tried in criminal court.
 
I want the authorities to return everything Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" have stolen from me and from my family - all my best jewellery and every personal item left to me by my beloved husband - and I want them to return to the family - not to me - my parents' property and money.  
 
Thanks to the Internet, almost 128,000 people around the world have now read these reports. I can tell the world about these devastating crimes in the hope of finding a hero - one honourable person who will read about what was done to me and to my family and care enough to take the necessary steps to bring Dawn McSweeney and her accomplices before an honest judge in criminal court and return everything they stole.
 
I am seeking a lawyer to sue the Montreal Police for $100,000. for their part in these crimes. 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 by Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime, with the help of the Montreal Police. I want - I demand - JUSTICE.
 
See the message from Quebec Human Rights Commission at this blog site.
 
For all reports and details, see the Archives at 
 
and 
 
 
A MATTER OF PUBLIC RECORD

On October 7, 1996, I was attacked and robbed in my parents' Montreal home, where I had been living for two years while recovering from breast cancer. At the beginning of October my teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney, and her boyfriend Alex had moved in with us. Within a week of Dawn's arrival, I was suddenly attacked for no apparent reason and without any warning. In shock, I managed to call 911.
 
One of the two officers who responded to my distress call 'helped' me out the door without as much as a coat. In front of my assailant, the officer told me that I must never return. This police officer's unilateral decision to evict me, forbidding me to return home, gave all my most precious belongings, and my aged parents' lives and property into the hands of Dawn McSweeney.
 
This action was taken without any investigation. There was no legal procedure. No hearing. No court procedure. No trial. No judgment. No background to support such an action. No justification. The officer just decided to do it. And then - he did not file a report.
 
Widowed, unemployed and fighting cancer, the Montreal Police abandoned me in the street alone, cold, homeless and destitute. My entire life was locked up behind me, in the hands of my teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney. I pleaded with the police to file a report, to go to the house and see for themselves the proof of what I was saying. They refused again and again. For six months, the police refused repeatedly to file a report. At 60, I had to start life again - from scratch.
 
Quebec's Police Ethics Commissioner, Denis Racicot, wrote to me: "The police have large powers and vast authority .... The case is "definitively closed." (sic) Large powers - to help criminals? Vast authority - to rob widows ?

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

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

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

The following is a matter of Public Record.

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

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

The following is also a matter of Public Record.

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

Months later, I discovered Dawn McSweeney's own blog on the internet. The heading reads:
 
Dedicated to Partners in crime and kindred spirits.
Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.

In November, 2007, Member of the Quebec National Assembly, Russell Copeman, wrote an appeal to the Conseil de la Magistrature against the judge who condemned me with his court order in less than four minutes without ever seeing me or speaking to me and without any medical evidence, but based solely on the bizarre accusations made by a man I do not know and Dawn's mother, Debbie, who had not spoken with me since 1997. The Conseil de la Magistrature of Quebec replied that the judge did nothing wrong.
 
 
THE CLSC APOLOGIZED
FOR THEIR PART IN THE CRIME.
 
To try to discredit, intimidate and silence me so that I would stop pursuing the criminal case of the robbery that took place on October 7, 1996, the "partners in crime" obtained a court order accusing me of being insane and dangerous.
 
A social worker at the CLSC helped Debbie McSweeney and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme to draft the application for that court order. There were no witnesses and there was no medical evidence. I was never contacted. 
 
My accusers were Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, a complete stranger to me, and my sister, Debbie Rubin McSweeney, who has not spoken a word to me since  1997. My mother's death was the trigger. I had to be silenced. A secret was about to be revealed, but I didn't know anything about it then.
 
The judge issued the court order in four minutes without ever speaking to me or anyone other than Mr. Prud'homme and Debbie. On this basis, two policemen came to my apartment and took me away.
 
In Canada in the 21st Century.
 
Phyllis Carter
 
APOLOGY RECEIVED FROM CLSC -  (Quebec Community Clinic)

April 1, 2008
 
Through the intervention of our Member of the Quebec National Assembly, Russell Copeman, I received a copy of the following letter today, April 1, 2008:
 
Centre de sante et de services sociaux
de l'Ouest-de-l"ile
West Island
Health and Social Services Centre
 
March 11, 2008
 
Mr. Russell Copeman
M.N.A. for Notre-Dame-de-Grace
6332 Sherbrooke Street West, Suite 205,
Montreal, Quebec
H4B 1M7
 
Subject: Complaint from Mrs. Phyllis Carter
(File Number .........)
 
Dear Mr. Copeman,
 
Following our meeting, I proceeded to investigate the incident that led to Mrs. Phyllis Carter being evaluated against her will.
 
The Social Worker who assisted Mrs. Carter's sister in this endeavour followed the established procedure to submit a request for psychiatric evaluation. However, while conducting this investigation, in collaboration with the Director of Mental Health program, we realized that the option of informing the respondent (person for whom the request is made), as well as verifying this person's mental health, was not present.
 
In Mrs. Carter's case, the Social Worker took for granted the sister' statements about Mrs. Carter's behaviour. Therefore, the "Protocole requete pour evaluation psychiatrique" should be revised to include the procedure of verifying the person's mental status before sending in the request.
 
The West Island Health and Social Services Centre would like to apologize to Mrs. Carter for this experience. The supervisor of the Psychosocial intake, Mr. Claude Girouard, is willing to talk to Mrs. Carter, should she wish to do so. He can be reached at 514 -------- Ext. -----
 
Users' complaints represent an occasion for the establishment to improve the quality of its services. We thank you for bringing this situation to our attention.
 
Yours truly,
 
Diane Joly
Local Service Quality and Complaints Commissioner


I am now 77 years old. I have been fighting for justice in this case since the day I was attacked and robbed, October 7, 1996. I will never give up. I want to make it very clear that I will not accept money or compensation" from anyone. I want my parents' true wills to be reinstated. I do not want anything from my parents' estate for myself. I want only what Dawn McSweeney and her associates stole from me. And I want the thieves tried in criminal court.
 
Who is responsible?
 
Everyone in authority who has refused to recover and return our precious belongings and take legal action against the criminals who destroyed my family.
 

And still the Montreal Police do nothing.

 

 
Montreal, Quebec and Canadian politicians and police are corrupt.
Who can we turn to?
 
I am fighting for that rare and elusive treasure - JUSTICE !
I will not settle for anything less.

Phyllis Carter