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

 

 

 

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 -

http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/2012/11/mother-did-not-sign-will-made-by_22.html

http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/2014/07/mrs-carters-rights-were-violated_5459.html

http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

 

 

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