MY SISTER DEBBIE, MOTHER OF THE THIEF, DAWN MCSWEENEY, IS THE MOST TRAGIC VICTIM

 

On October 7, 1996, at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, Dawn McSweeney robbed me of my life's possessions - with the help of a Montreal Police officer.

 

Since that day, the Montreal Police have repeatedly refused to take any legal action against the thief and they will make no effort to recover all the precious valuables she stole.

Because the Montreal Police refused to take any action against Dawn McSweeney and her accomplices, the thieves went on to remove my aged mother from our family home and keep her in total isolation for a decade. The Montreal Police refused again and again to investigate.

 

Since the police were doing nothing to stop the criminals, they went on to make a false will in my mother's name when she was about 92 years old.

 

My father's will leaves his home and his life's savings to all his children and grandchildren, each specifically named in his will. The estate was to be divided equally among all of us.

 

My father died in 2000. My mother, in 2007.

 

The thieves removed all of the children and grandchildren from the will and gave all of  my father's estate to Debbie McSweeney and Dawn McSweeney. Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme made himself the "liquidator" of my father's estate. This man I do not know and who never met my father stole everything from my entire family.

 

My naive sister, Debbie, has been the patsy of Dawn's father, Ed McSweeney and then this stranger named Prud'homme. The Montreal Police still refuse to take any action against this den of thieves.

 

More than 72,000 people around the world have read my detailed reports of these crimes. And yet, to this day, the criminals are still free to enjoy everything they stole from my parents, from me, from my siblings and from their children.

 

I am offering a $5,000. reward.

 

Please join the thousands of people around the world who have been reading my reports and see for yourself.

 

Phyllis Carter

 

 

WHY I AM NOT WRITING A BOOK - THE POWER OF TRUTH CARRIES BEST ON THE WWW

 

People around the world who have read my reports often tell me I should write a book ... at least one book. 

 

But if I did write a book and managed to have it published, it would be one insignificant bit of dust among a universe of stars and galaxies.

 

However, when my blogs on the World Wide Web finally bring about an investigation of the Montreal Police Department and force the authorities to recover and return everything Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" stole from me and from my family, my reports will also bring justice to the many other victims of crime and corruption in Montreal, Quebec, and beyond.

 

I have no time to waste writing a book. The world is at my fingertips night and day.

 

Now with more than 71,000 readers world-wide at -

 

PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL

http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com

and

DAWN MCSWEENEY, THE GURU THIEF

http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com

 

 

FIGHTING CANCER AND FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE - MY LAST WILL - PHYLLIS CARTER

 

I don't want money. I don't want anyone to cook for me. I don't want anyone to do my laundry. I don't want anyone to bathe me. All I want is that good people everywhere fight to bring me justice.

 

I am fighting for my life. I don't know what the future will bring. My body is very weak now. My hands and feet are swollen and tender from my medication and I can hardly walk. But  I am still strong in spirit.

 

At the same time, I am fighting for the justice denied me since I was attacked and robbed in my home in Montreal - with the help of a Montreal Police officer.

 

When I am no longer able to continue my struggle for justice, I ask people around the world who care about me, who care about justice, to pick up my sword of truth and continue my battle for justice.

 

If I die before justice is done, I hope my friends will continue to fight for the return of everything Dawn McSweeney stole from me and from my family - with the help of those she calls her "partners in crime" - including the Montreal Policeman who helped her rob me.

 

Fight to bring me justice, even after my death. Please return my belongings to my heirs named in my will, and return my father's estate to the family members he named in his will.

 

MONTREAL POLICE HELPED THE THIEF, DAWN MCSWEENEY
http://phylliscartersjournal.blogspot.com/2013/01/montreal-police-helped-thief-dawn.html

 

 

DO YOU KNOW DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY ? PLEASE WRITE TO ME

 

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June 12, 2012

 

Phyllis Carter

 

IT'S MY BABY SISTER, DEBBIE'S BIRTHDAY. HER DAUGHTER, DAWN MCSWEENEY ROBBED ME AND TORE OUR FAMILY APART.

BUT DEBBIE IS AS MUCH A VICTIM OF DAWN AND HER PARTNERS IN CRIME AS I AM. I THINK OF DEBBIE EVERY DAY AND I WORRY ABOUT HER. BUT MY HANDS ARE TIED. I HAVE TRIED TIME AND TIME AGAIN THROUGH THE YEARS TO REACH OUT TO HER, BUT I MEET A STONE WALL.

WHERE IS DEBBIE NOW? IS SHE SAFE? IS SHE HEALTHY? IS SHE STILL LIVING IN POVERTY AND FEAR BECAUSE OF WHAT DAWN DID?

DAWN MCSWEENEY AND HER "PARTNERS IN CRIME" STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME, FROM MY PARENTS, FROM MY SIBLINGS AND FROM THEIR CHILDREN. YET DEBBIE TOLD OUR SISTER SHEILA THAT SHE AND HER NEW SO-CALLED "HUSBAND", KENNETH GREGOIRE PRUD'HOMME WERE LIVING IN POVERTY WITHOUT ELECTRICITY AND ON FOOD FROM A FOOD BANK.

 

READ DETAILED REPORTS -

IT'S DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY'S BIRTHDAY
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-debbie-rubin-mcsweeneys-birthday_12.html

HOW VULNERABLE IS DAWN MCSWEENEY'S MOTHER, DEBBIE ?
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-vulnerable-is-dawn-mcsweeneys_1800.html

TELL DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY THAT WE LOVE HER
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-debbie-rubin-mcsweeney-that-we.html

SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY FROM THE PARTNERS IN CRIME
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/03/someone-please-save-debbie-partners-in_7402.html

DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY, WE LOVE YOU ANYWAY
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/06/debbie-rubin-mcsweeney-we-love-you_4136.html

I WORRY ABOUT DEBBIE
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-worry-about-debbie.html

 

WHY IS THE THIEF, DAWN MCSWEENEY, STILL FREE ? $5,000 REWARD

 

Question: Why is the thief, Dawn McSweeney, still free to enjoy everything she - and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog - stole from me and from my family?

 

Answer: Because a Montreal Police officcr helped Dawn McSweeney to rob me, and the Montreal Police have been covering up her crimes from the day I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

 

Since there is no politician willing to take legal action against the thief, I am offering a $5,000. reward.

 

Detailed reports at - Happy Tree Yoga Guru and Thief, Dawn McSweeney - at -http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.

 

Now with more than 68,800 readers around the world
But still no justice for crime victims in Montreal, Quebec, Canada

 

DAWN MCSWEENEY STOLE CLIFF CARTER'S BADGE -

$5,000. REWARD

 

CLIFF CARTER'S BADGE,

STOLEN BY DAWN MCSWEENEY

ON OCTOBER 7, 1996,

IS VERY SIMILAR TO THIS ONE,

BUT CLIFF'S BADGE IS SILVER WITH BLUE ENAMEL 

 

I will never stop pursuing this case

until everything stolen by Dawn McSweeney

and those she calls her "partners in crime"

is returned to me and to my family.

 

HAPPY TREE YOGA GURU AND THIEF -

$5,000. REWARD    

 

DAWN MCSWEENEY

Happy Tree Yoga Guru

 

 

THIEF 

 

I don't wish her any harm.

 

I just want her to return everything she stole

From me and from my family,

With the help of those she calls her
"partners in crime".

 

I will never stop fighting

Until everything is returned to us.

 

I am offering a $5,000. reward.

 

 

MY BROTHER STEPHEN ERWIN RUBIN HAS DIED

 

  

 

Stephen Erwin Rubin 

 

When a family is torn apart by wickedness and crime, how do you communicate important news? My brother Stephen Erwin Rubin died yesterday. I just found out. My niece, Tammy, sent me an email asking me to phone her mother because she wanted to speak to me and my phone line is always busy because I am on the Internet.

 

I knew immediately that my brother had died. He had been sick for a long time. It wasn't a surprise. But it hurts. I am grateful that, through this darkness, I have the ability to express my feelings and report this important information.

 

My little brother, Stephen, was sick since he was a boy. He suffered from Crohn's disease, which in recent years led to lymphoma. He was being treated at the Jewish General Hospital here in Montreal for a long time.

 

Stephen was always trying to do good. He was highly intelligent, but very sensitive and impatient. As a school teacher, Steve did not fit into the mould. He cared about his students as individual young people. He cared if they came to school hungry. He cared if they were being abused at home. And that caring got him into a lot of trouble with those in the system who told him to stick to the curriculum. He ended up giving up his teaching career.

 

Like my father, George Rubin and myself, Stephen used to call into the radio talk shows. We were always involved in the interests of the community, of the people. We always wanted to offer advice on how to make things better. Stephen was bothered  by the futility of trying to change bad into good, when so many people enjoy being bad or just don't care, or just keep making excuses. It really hurt him that "the system" has no heart. He wore himself out trying so hard to do good.

 

Stephen's wife, Evelyn, was the one person who could live with my brother. When we would get frustrated with him, Evelyn would support him. She always laughed at his jokes. We are all blessed that she was there for him through all the years.

And now my brother is dead. I am numb. I know how he thought. He would scoff.  He would not want anyone wearing black or weeping. He is glad he is dead, I know. But it hurts.

 

Stephen told Evelyn that he wanted his body to be cremated and he did not want a funeral. And he did not want "one cent" to go to Paperman, the Jewish funeral parlour that buries almost every Jew in Montreal. And here is the reason why.

 

When our mother died in 2007, Stephen went to Paperman's funeral parlour and asked to see our mother's body.

 

The family had been torn apart by the crimes of my niece, Dawn  McSweeney, in 1996. Everyone but the thief and her entourage were shut out of our family home at 4995 Prince of Wales in NDG. where Dawn McSweeney had robbed me and taken over the home and the lives and all the assets of my aged parents.This crime was committed with the help of a Montreal Police officer. No one was allowed to see our parents after that.

 

At Paperman's in the summer of 2007, my brother asked to see his mother's body.

 

Mr. Paperman - I do not know which Mr. Paperman - told Stephen he could not see our mother's body.

 

Stephen said, "My mother is dead and I haven't seen her in seven years. I want to see my mother."

 

Mr. Paperman said, "No.". And Stephen asked why.

 

The answer Mr. Paperman gave my brother is shocking.

 

Mr. Paperman told Stephen he could not see his mother's body, "Because maybe she hated you."

 

So the thief, Dawn McSweeney and our beloved baby sister, her mother, Debbie, had fed poison to Paperman and he swallowed it whole.

 

And so Stephen told Evelyn, "Don't give Paperman one cent."

 

And now Stephen is gone. How do we tell my baby sister, Debbie Rubin McSweeney, that her brother has died when, since 1996, Debbie has been protecting her daughter, the thief, Dawn McSweeney, and no one in the family has talked to her. We don't even know where she lives.

 

But we know Debbie was last living with a strange man named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme who made himself the liquidator of my father's estate by creating a false will in my mother's name when she was 92 years old and handicapped physically and mentally..

 

So, I will publish this Memorial for my brother, Stephen, who may be laughing at me right now from his place in Heaven.

 

I write for the world to know my brother Stephen Rubin is gone from this earth and he will no longer have to suffer from his illnesses or the abuses of a very cruel world.

 

And maybe someone will tell our sister, Debbie McSweeney, that her brother, Stephen has died.

 

My brother was an intelligent, sensitive, kind hearted man. The world did not appreciate him, and he could not endure the cruelty perpetrated on the innocent by those who hold power over our lives everywhere we turn.

 

In my heart, Stephen will always be my little brother - whether he likes it or not.

 

For detailed reports of the crimes of Dawn McSweeney and those she calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog, join my 67,000 plus readers around the world at -  http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.

 

 

THE PAIN AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS - THE CRIMES OF DAWN MCSWEENEY

 

How could I have known

As I started down the stairs,

What awaited at the bottom

As I headed out for prayers ?

 

With my bible in my hand,

And my purse and clean church shoes,

I had only simple plans,

Not expecting such abuse.

 

As I reached the small foyer,

I expected to go out,

When a terrible scream came at me,

And accusing, angry shouts !

 

And my aged grey-haired mother,

Rushed at me in a rage !

She tore my bible from me,

And inspected every page.

 

"Where's my money?" mother shouted,

As I stood there breathlessly;

I could not say a word,

As this nightmare befell me.

 

And my aged, crippled mother,

Tore at my blouse and shoes,

She was incoherent,

And I was shocked, bemused.

 

What I did not know then,

Was I had been selected,

To take the blame for crimes,

The thief, McSweeney, crafted.

 

I stood there stiff and breathless,

As my life was torn apart,

Dawn McSweeney robbed my parents,

And stuck a dagger in my heart.

 

As my mother shrieked and cursed me,

I attempted to get help;

I managed to get hold of

The phone upon the shelf.

 

And my mother grabbed the phone,

And we wrestled - and I won.

I climbed up three small steps,

And I dialled 911.

 

I hoped police would rescue;

I hoped they'd help make peace

Of this terrible injustice -

But they came -

And helped the thief !

 

So, as the years go by,

I devote my life to justice,

Exposing all the cruelty

Dawn McSweeney brought upon us.

 

My song reflects the agony

Of victims everywhere,

Who suffer loss and sorrow,

Because nobody cares.

 

And criminals of every kind

Just laugh and spit on us,

Because police and governments

Care not a whit for us.

 

Phyllis Carter

Montreal, Quebec, Canada

January 13, 2013