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.

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

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.

DAWN BROUGHT ME DEATH

Read my blog. When Dawn McSweeney was born, I saved her life.

Dawn's crimes have sucked the life out of me. I have fought for justice for twelve years and now I am dying.

I saved Dawn's life. Dawn McSweeney's crimes have destroyed mine.

But the fight for what Dawn McSweeney stole from me and from my family will go on even after I am gone. She will never be free until she tells the police the truth and returns everything she and her "partners in crime" stole from the Rubin family.

My friends will carry on our battle for justice.

Phyllis Carter

DAWN NEAR DEATH

When Dawn was born, the family was at the hospital. Debbie had the baby in her arms when suddenly she stopped breathing. Debbie was frantic ! Dawn was turning blue, but the nurse was more concerned about Debbie being hysterical and making noise than she was that the baby was not breathing and becoming bluer every second.

I ran out into the hall screaming for help ! I ran to the elevator where I saw a doctor and I begged him to hurry. He hesitated, saying this was not his patient, not even his department, but he rushed to the room and got the baby breathing again.

No good deed goes unpunished. Read the rest of my blog to see what Dawn McSweeney did to thank me.

DAWN MCSWEENEY AND ALEX LAVERGNE: REWARD

I am offering a reward for information about Dawn McSweeney of NDG and Pierrefonds and Alex Lavergne of Montreal.

Please contact Marlene Jennings M.P. at Tel: 514-489-8703, Irwin Cotler, M.P. at Tel: 514-283-0171, or Beryl Wajsman, editor of The Suburban Weekly newspaper at Tel: 514-484-1107.

The specifics about the reward will depend on the final outcome of this case and how valuable the information will have been to that outcome.

4995 PRINCE OF WALES - CRIME SCENE

Scene of the Crimes: 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, Quebec

Time: October 7, 1996

The Thief: Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" as she calls them on her blog.

The Victims: Phyllis Carter and the Rubin Family

All the details of these crimes have been reported to the Montreal Police repeatedly since October 7, 1996. The Montreal Police do nothing.

Along with seven pages of precious inventory, Dawn McSweeney also stole my oil paintings that
were still on the walls at 4995 Prince of Wales on the day I was attacked there, and evicted empty-handed by a Montreal Police Officer - without benefit of any legal procedure and with no justification but the word of my attacker. (Read all the details below)

Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime" stole my father's books - Leaves of Grass, The Iliad, classics, mysteries, art -books my father enjoyed and cherished. I could go online and find some of these titles and buy them, but it would never be the same. The thieves stole our family's heritage.

Dawn McSweeney and her associates stole our family home, family photographs, jewellery, personal treasures, gifts, our memories, our souvenirs - our peace, our family. The robbery shattered our family and then their crimes continued because no one would stop them. But as our quest for justice accelerates, others are becoming more interested in knowing why the so-called justice system has allowed these criminals to continue enjoying the spoils of their deeds, and some people are beginning to ask questions of our political leaders.

I continue to fight for what is my own, for that which belongs to my siblings.

I will never stop fighting for justice.


Phyllis Carter