Dawn McSweeney, no matter where I am, you will have no peace until you return everything you stole at 4995 Prince of Wales, Montreal. No peace - ever - without justice.
You and your "partners in crime" may think that, if you wait long enough, I will no longer be able to pursue the case against you but, wherever I am, I will ensure that the case continues to be reported and the facts exposed for all to see until justice is done.
Remember the basement on Cedar. You know that things don't end.
The only way you will ever have peace is if you go to the police and confess and return everything you and your "partners in crime" stole from the Rubin family.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
CRIME IS EASY IN MONTREAL
My mother was buried on June 21, 2007. We were not told when she died.
The hate mail started on June 26, 2007. We reported it to the police the same day.
On June 27, 2007, the police came after me with the court order for a 30 day mental evaluation, accusing me of being insane and dangerous..
Weeks later, I found out that a complete stranger wanted me silenced - and why: 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 Kenneth Gregoire Prud’homme was named as liquidator of a will made in my mother’s name when she was about 92 years old, and handicapped mentally and physically. Our mother had been kept in total isolation for nine years,under the sole influence and total control of Debbie and Dawn Mcsweeney and their associates - who are called "Partners in Crime" on Dawn McSweeney's own web blog.
My mother was totally dependent on them. They held her life in their hands.
The perpetrators of this scheme knew that when I found out about the 2005 will, I would start investigating the circumstances of the creation of such a document. I had to be discredited, intimidated and silenced.
The 2005 will is the most recent of a series of bizarre events. It all started when I was attacked and robbed in my parents' home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996.
Read the details of these crimes on this blog.
Crime is easy in Montreal. Fighting for justice takes courage and determination.
The hate mail started on June 26, 2007. We reported it to the police the same day.
On June 27, 2007, the police came after me with the court order for a 30 day mental evaluation, accusing me of being insane and dangerous..
Weeks later, I found out that a complete stranger wanted me silenced - and why: 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 Kenneth Gregoire Prud’homme was named as liquidator of a will made in my mother’s name when she was about 92 years old, and handicapped mentally and physically. Our mother had been kept in total isolation for nine years,under the sole influence and total control of Debbie and Dawn Mcsweeney and their associates - who are called "Partners in Crime" on Dawn McSweeney's own web blog.
My mother was totally dependent on them. They held her life in their hands.
The perpetrators of this scheme knew that when I found out about the 2005 will, I would start investigating the circumstances of the creation of such a document. I had to be discredited, intimidated and silenced.
The 2005 will is the most recent of a series of bizarre events. It all started when I was attacked and robbed in my parents' home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996.
Read the details of these crimes on this blog.
Crime is easy in Montreal. Fighting for justice takes courage and determination.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
THE THIEVES ARE STILL FREE
I have been reporting the robbery at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal since 1996. In all that time, the Montreal Police have repeatedly failed to act. The thieves have tried some really dramatic ways to try to silence me. Read my blog for details.
In addition to accusing me of being insane and dangerous, the self-professed "partners in crime" have threatened to sue me. Once they had a lawyer send me a letter accusing me of stalking my own mother. Since my mother was a recluse who never left her home, and since I never approached Prince of Wales for years, this was a really lame game. I telephoned the lawyer who sent me the threatening letter. I told him I was eager to meet him in court. He sputtered a curse word and slammed down his receiver. I never heard from him again.
To this day, September 12, 2009, the thieves have not sued me. Since they stole everything of value that I had acquired in my life, there isn't much left for them to steal except my old age pension or my cancer medication.
I will keep on reporting what Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime have done, in the determined hope that someone out there will take the appropriate action to recover everything that Dawn and her associates have stolen from me and my family.
I am Phyllis Carter
In addition to accusing me of being insane and dangerous, the self-professed "partners in crime" have threatened to sue me. Once they had a lawyer send me a letter accusing me of stalking my own mother. Since my mother was a recluse who never left her home, and since I never approached Prince of Wales for years, this was a really lame game. I telephoned the lawyer who sent me the threatening letter. I told him I was eager to meet him in court. He sputtered a curse word and slammed down his receiver. I never heard from him again.
To this day, September 12, 2009, the thieves have not sued me. Since they stole everything of value that I had acquired in my life, there isn't much left for them to steal except my old age pension or my cancer medication.
I will keep on reporting what Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime have done, in the determined hope that someone out there will take the appropriate action to recover everything that Dawn and her associates have stolen from me and my family.
I am Phyllis Carter
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
PARTNER IN CRIME, ALEX LAVERGNE
"PARTNER IN CRIME " COMMENTS ON MY ILLNESS
Dawn McSweeney's "partner in crime" Alex Lavergne - who also calls himself "theInk" - posted a comment on my blog on August 30, 2009. See below.
"My oncologist found that my blood calcium was dangerously high and I was so dehydrated that I was on saline drip and nutrients for days. I have since been diagnosed with bone cancer.
WE NEED AN OPEN PUBLIC INQUIRY INTO THE HEALTH CARE SYSTEM.
DOCTORS ARE BURYING THEIR MISTAKES.
Phyllis Carter "
1 comments:
thelnk said...
Cancer?! There is a God after all, and he's sending you to hell you crazy old bat!
August 30, 2009 3:39 PM
Dawn McSweeney's "partner in crime" Alex Lavergne - who also calls himself "theInk" - posted a comment on my blog on August 30, 2009. See below.
"My oncologist found that my blood calcium was dangerously high and I was so dehydrated that I was on saline drip and nutrients for days. I have since been diagnosed with bone cancer.
WE NEED AN OPEN PUBLIC INQUIRY INTO THE HEALTH CARE SYSTEM.
DOCTORS ARE BURYING THEIR MISTAKES.
Phyllis Carter "
1 comments:
thelnk said...
Cancer?! There is a God after all, and he's sending you to hell you crazy old bat!
August 30, 2009 3:39 PM
grasping at intangibles
Dedicated to partners in crime
and kindred spirits.
Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.
Dedicated to partners in crime
and kindred spirits.
Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
4995 PRINCE OF WALES
If you purchased any item from 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, or from a house on Cedar in Pierrefonds, Quebec - including jewellery and paintings - between 1996 and the present time, please contact me by leaving a contact number here.
You may be surprised at what I can tell you.
Phyllis Carter
You may be surprised at what I can tell you.
Phyllis Carter
Saturday, April 18, 2009
MY LIFE FOR JUSTICE
When you don't have the money to buy justice, all you have left to give is your life.
I fought for justice day and night for twelve years. No one would help me. I didn't have enough money for lawyers. I didn't have the price it costs to buy justice. Everyone who could have helped found a reason not to. It was nobody's department, nobody's jurisdiction, nobody cared enough to take up the cause. Everyone looked the other way and guarded their own interests and protected their friends. Apathy, corruption, cowardice, all of it played a role in my fate.
I paid for justice with truth, and with all my knowledge, all my strength, all my time and, finally, the fight drained my life force dry.
And the criminals, Dawn McSweeney, Alex Lavergne and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme of Montreal are still free.... for now. But somewhere, there is someone who has power and a conscience who will bring me justice. Even now, I believe it.
I fought for justice day and night for twelve years. No one would help me. I didn't have enough money for lawyers. I didn't have the price it costs to buy justice. Everyone who could have helped found a reason not to. It was nobody's department, nobody's jurisdiction, nobody cared enough to take up the cause. Everyone looked the other way and guarded their own interests and protected their friends. Apathy, corruption, cowardice, all of it played a role in my fate.
I paid for justice with truth, and with all my knowledge, all my strength, all my time and, finally, the fight drained my life force dry.
And the criminals, Dawn McSweeney, Alex Lavergne and Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme of Montreal are still free.... for now. But somewhere, there is someone who has power and a conscience who will bring me justice. Even now, I believe it.
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