EFFORTS TO SILENCE ME

Since I was robbed on October 7, 1996, the "partners in crime" have tried a variety of bizarre tactics to try to silence me - to stop me from reporting the details of how they robbed me and my family. The facts appear on this blog and elsewhere all over the world. Telling the truth is not a crime.

Since then, Member of the National Assembly of Quebec, Russell Copeman, and Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings, have both made efforts to obtain justice for me. They have presented my case in public forums and to various authorities.

Still, the Montreal Police continue to refuse to take action against the thieves, and the thieves persist in trying to silence and discredit me.

But here I am, all these years later, still reporting the details of the crimes.I will continue to do so until the "partners in crime" return everything they stole and confess to the police.

DAWN'S GREED AND HATRED

After my darling husband died in 1992, I couldn't find a job in Montreal. Finally, I went to Ontario to look for work. I was widowed, unemployed, homeless, destitute and before long, very seriously ill.

I was rescued by a family I met through a church seminar for executives and professionals seeking work. They brought me into their home and we became very good friends. Their teenage children loved me.

I was very sick. Early in 1994 my mother appealed to me to come home. I returned to Montreal and moved in with my aging parents. My mother had no friends. She lived as a hermit, a recluse for decades.

In the summer of 1996, the Ontario family who had taken me in and helped me when I was so sick and desperate paid a brief visit to Montreal with their two teenagers.

I appealed to my mother to let them drop in for a brief visit. While the adults sat in the living room talking, Dawn McSweeney showed up at the house. She lured the two teenagers out of the house under the pretext of befriending them.

When my friends left, Dawn told my mother, in my presence, that the teenagers had only pretended to love me and that, in fact they despised me.

Dawn McSweeney could not bear the fact that I was loved. She had to poison my mother's mind. She hated the fact that I had become a Christian and she knew my parents were upset about it. She hated the fact that I stood up and spoke out about her cruel behaviour. She hated the fact that I was living with my parents. She hated the fact that I had friends and respect. She worked her hatred on my mother.

This incident was one of the first signs of the crime that would follow in October, 1996.

Read this blog:

HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL: THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY.