PHOTOGRAPH OF DAWN MCSWEENEY (LAVERGNE)

If you have any information about Dawn McSweeney's connection with the robbery at 4995 Prince of Wales, Montreal in 1996, please leave a comment at this web site and tell the local Montreal Police.

 

There is a reward available for information leading to the return of everything that was stolen. The case is ongoing.

 

This is a photograph of Dawn McSweeney (Lavergne). It is a few years old.

 

 

Phyllis Carter

 

 

 

Dawn McSweeney Lavergne

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DAWN AND ALEX LAVERGNE REFUSE POLYGRAPH

After the robbery at 4995 Prince of Wales, Montreal Police told me that Dawn McSweeney and Alex Lavergne refused to take polygraph tests.

I am now, as I was then, available to take a police polygraph test at any time and I will, under oath, repeat everything I have published about how Dawn McSweeney robbed me and my family.

Phyllis Carter

PHOTO DAWN MCSWEENEY

Dawn McSweeney

 

I am begging you once again to return everything you stole from me and the Rubin family and then you can go in peace.

 

Phyllis Carter

 

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HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL -THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY

Dawn McSweeney and one of her associates.

From Dawn McSweeney's own blog:

"Dedicated to partners in crime and kindred spirits.

Voyeurs and well wishers also welcome."

Danny a.k.a The Boyfriend

ummm...Me!

REWARD - ROBBERY - PRINCE OF WALES, MONTREAL

Most thieves want material items - money, jewellery. Dawn McSweeney wanted all that, but in this case, the thief also deliberately tore apart my family.

There can be no justice for my parents. My father, George Rubin, and my mother Leonie Rubin, went to their graves after years of suffering because of Dawn McSweeney's greed and hatred. Nothing can ever fix what was done to them by Dawn and her "partners in crime."

My mother was easily manipulated by Dawn who is "Goldilocks" with a tear in her eye and a poem at the ready - and her hand in your purse.

My mother was clearly scared into going along - to one degree or another - with cutting all her children and all her grandchildren out of the wills that she and my father had made. My mother was terrified of being put into an old folks home. She told us that she feared that more than death after she had a near-death experience.

A new will was made in my mother's name in 2005 when she was 92 years old - after she had been kept in total isolation from the world for almost a decade by Debbie and Dawn and their accomplices. That will gave all of my father's life's earnings and property to Dawn's mother, our youngest sister, Debbie Rubin McSweeney - and to Dawn McSweeney - and a stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme.

But my father was a decent, honourable man who would never have been an accomplice to anything unjust. His way of coping with the activities of the "partners in crime" who had moved in and taken over his house at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996, would have been to shut himself in his room with his books and immerse himself once again in Homer's The Iliad or the works of Thoreau or Emerson. He was too ill to fight, too ill to argue anymore, too ill to dare to oppose my mother who was given to great rages and tantrums and long sessions of sulking when things didn't go her way, which was almost always.

There can never be justice for our family that was shattered and scattered by Dawn McSwseeney's crimes. There can never be justice for my parents whose family was destroyed on October 7, 1996.

Not long after the robbery, my father decided to leave his home forever. He went into a chronic care facility where he resided until his death in the summer of 2000. My mother never visited him - not ever- not on his birthdays, not at Christmas, Chanukah, Passover or even the New Year at the turn of the 21st Century. She loved him. She sent him a colour TV and he and I alone in his little room watched the New Year arrive around the world.

My mother stayed at Prince of Wales with Dawn and her gang until Debbie and her accomplices took her away and started planning to sell my father's house.

In 2005, Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme and Debbie Rubin McSweeney made a new will in my mother's name. A few days after my mother was buried in 2007, the same Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme applied for a court order, declaring that I was insane and dangerous. They had to silence me before I found out about this will they had made.

Justice demands that Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" confess to the Montreal Police and return everything they stole from me and from my family. I will never settle for less. No amount of money will compensate for these crimes.

All details available on request.

I am,

Phyllis Carter

KENNETH GREGOIRE PRUD'HOMME, ALEX LAVERGNE

REWARD

I am looking for information about the following persons - Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, Dawn McSweeney, Ed McSweeney and Alex Lavergne of N.D.G., Montreal, and Pierrefonds, Quebec.

There is a reward for the right information. I do not want to know where they live. I do not want to know where they work. I do not want to know about their families. I am only concerned with their activities in relation to a house in N.D.G., Montreal - 4995 Prince of Wales - and in relation to my mother, Leonie Rubin.

Leave a comment if you have such information and would like to help the police. They need help.

CONFESS

DAWN MCSWEENEY CONFESS

You destroyed your own family, Dawn McSweeney. The truth is the most powerful weapon on earth. You can’t overcome it. You can’t escape it.

When you were rifling through my boxes and cases, Dawn McSweeney, what were you thinking? Did you think that once you had forced me out of my home, I would be so despondent and helpless that I would fade away and die? Surely that is what you hoped. But in spite of all you did and all you put me through, here I am thirteen years later, still fighting for justice, still on your case, still reporting your crimes.

You destroyed your family. Your greed and hatred drove you to lie to your own grandfather when he was sick with cancer. You lied to your grandmother while you pilfered her money and my most precious treasures. Did Ma play right into your game? Did you let her have my grandmother’s dinner ring to placate her? Did you care that she was mentally ill ? You scared her into believing that I was her enemy because you knew that she was upset by my becoming a Christian. You pretended to love your grandmother while you robbed her. Sweet little Goldilocks sucking funny cigarettes under my mother‘s nose. You fooled a sick old woman, but you know that you never fooled me. I was onto you from the day I found your other boyfriend - the one with the baggy shorts - standing in my room among my boxes. I warned Ma, but she was too disturbed to understand what was really happening.

Does it make you proud to write pretty poems about your grandmother when you know that you robbed her and lied to her ? You haven’t escaped, Dawn. The clock is ticking.

Did you lie to your mother too? Does Debbie know that you robbed us? You made her an accomplice. That is how you showed your love for our baby sister, Dawn McSweeney. With her narcolepsy and MS, Debbie was too weak and naïve to stand up to you and your father, Ed McSweeney, and go to the police. You made your own mother an accomplice and turned her against the family that loves her to this very day. She is so intimidated that she went so far as to lie to the CLSC and to the court. But while I was in hospital this summer, your mother confessed to Sheila and me, so we know why she lied to the court.

How much of these crimes involved Ed ? Debbie is terrified of him. She has always been terrified of him. She confesses how scared she is of him and then, she is so scared, that she denies that she has confessed it.

The truth is out there for all the world to see. There is nowhere you can hide. You made your mother so afraid of her family that, with a lump in her breast, she is afraid to go and see a doctor. She risks suffering and death because of your lies and your crimes. You know who the enemy is. Look in your mirror.

Oh, yes, Dawn McSweeney. I am onto you. I know about your pretty poems. Very talented. But Goldilocks, I see right through you. You and your “partners in crime” have done a lot of dirt to try to stop me from telling the world what you have done - hate mail, threats, a court order. But cancer is the biggie, Dawn. Once you have cancer, court orders and hate mail have little impact. Now that I am ill, I am more determined than ever to expose your crimes.

You will never be free until you go to the police and confess and return everything you stole from me and from the family. Wherever you go, I am with you, reminding you of your crimes. Whatever you are doing, I am with you, reminding you of your crimes. There is nowhere you can hide.

I don‘t believe you have a conscience or you would have returned everything to me in March, 1997 when I came to the house begging for my belongings. No, you have no conscience - but you have me, always watching and waiting and telling people what you and your “partners in crime” have done.

The only way you will ever be free of me is when you confess. No matter what happens, I will be on your case. I will be watching and waiting. I will keep on reporting the case to new people every day. I will ensure that even if I die, the case against you and your criminal associates will continue. There is nowhere for you to hide. But you can end it by telling the police what you and your “partners in crime” have done and returning everything you stole from me and from my parents and siblings.

No peace without justice.

Phyllis Carter