May 2018 be the year where the weight of public revelations begins to shatter this most evil of Government-Operated Child Trafficking systems, falsely known as "Child Protection Services."
This is the fifth episode of TRUE EVENTS that my dear friend, Anna, is sharing in our Steemit #FamilyProtection Series.
I watch as Anna writes these memoirs and clearly see how difficult it is for her -- this episode was particularly traumatic for her to relive.
Sometimes she thinks that she can't share any more ..... yet she keeps going. She does it for the readers who may be seeing this truth for the first time, and also for all those who have suffered at the hands of Government Kidnappers but have no voice or are so broken or ashamed that they can't repeat it.
** Anna's story continues below.
** Names have been changed to protect both of our families from the very real risk of vindictive retaliation that faces anybody who reveals the dastardly deeds of these government-funded monster agents.
Anna's Family Story Part IV ...
( ... in her own words ... )
Liam is my third child. All my children were born at home. The first two in another province at a time when midwives were unlegislated, and unconstrained by government standards.
By the time I was pregnant with Liam, midwives were no longer allowed to attend births where a hospital was not available, and our town's hospital did not have a good rapport with midwives, so we chose a homebirth anyway. I was confident that way, and Liam was born in our living room, healthy and strong.
We called paramedics to cover what we thought were legal obligations for the health of the mother and child.
This was actually the first mistake I made. The paramedics did not know what to do so I asked them to wait while I checked the placenta for tears, and cleaned up after myself. I did not plan to go to the hospital; I simply needed them to confirm what we already knew -- that baby and I were fine. They checked our vitals, wrote a report, congratulated us both and left.
The following morning after Liam's birth, there was a knock on the door.
Two female Social Workers were standing there.
Social Worker: -- "Oh, is that your baby?"
Me: -- "Obviously."
SW: -- "Can I hold him?"
Me: -- "Absolutely not!"
SW: -- "Why not?"
Me: "Why are you here?"
SW: "We had a report that a woman gave birth behind a motel with no medical assistance."
The Fact was that we owned our own home, a 3 bedroom mobile with an addition, and it was situated "behind" a motel/R.V. Resort -- and the paramedics WERE medical assistance. I explained all this to the Social Workers.
She laughed, "Oh, I see ... behind a motel!"
Then she gave me a bag of comic books, dirty toys and used baby blankets with staples still in them, and they left.
Two Years Later ...
Two years later, when the Police showed up after dark in swat gear to abduct my Liam,
that was all that Ministry of Children and Family Development (MCFD) had on the file -- nothing correcting that initial report -- the "reason" for apprehension box was empty.
The only thing on the file was ... "Woman gave birth behind a motel with no medical assistance."
They tore him screaming from his brother's arms. Police handcuffed me in plain sight of my children, kicked my feet out from under me, then threw me onto the hood of the Police car by yanking my handcuffed wrists. Tendons in my shoulder tore from the strain. My ribs and face were bruised.
They made me watch as my wailing toddler was placed in a van and taken away.
His older brother aged 13 was left crying on the muddy ground where Police and Social Workers shoved him down in the assault.
Why?! What had I done?! How can this possibly protect children? I wasn't even charged with anything?
LESS THAN 2 WEEKS EARLIER ...
My 9-yr-old daughter had cried on Christmas morning ... refused to open her gifts because she said -- "Daddy's not here to open his presents."
I asked my neighbour to drive me out to meet Chuck in a parking lot to give him his gift -- and only then was Lisa content enough to open her own.
Right after Christmas, we sent Lisa to her Aunt's home because we thought perhaps she would be safer elsewhere; somewhere fun and neutral while this "investigation" took place.
The flirtatious Social Worker who had brought the Police in the first place, had approved the move and on the file it said that SHE had arranged the placement -- not us -- and rules were made for the Aunt and her husband.
Her Aunt and Uncle were to listen in on all our conversations. The family was grilled for information (anything incriminating) and the pressure was too much. When I prayed "The Lord's Prayer" with my daughter over the phone, they thought that I was pushing forgiveness too soon. ("Forgive Us As We Forgive Others ...") and my daughter was removed from their home and put into Foster Care.
My husband was gone.
My daughter was gone.
Now my baby boy was gone.
My older son was still with me, but not for long ...
Social Worker, Richard Hardcock, told my older son, Joe, to watch me closely and to report back to him or else he'd be apprehended too. The stress on him was unbelievable, but since he had nothing to report to Richard, he was no longer useful to him -- so Richard picked him up from school one day and put him into Foster Care too.
I've lost all my trust for Police.
When you see them, in blue, all friendly, it's comforting to think they're there to protect you.
But when they come in black, threatening and beating you in support of child abductors, you lose faith.
My children and I will NEVER trust police.
They're just people. I know. People doing a job ... and credit where credit is due:
The French-Canadian Officer who first interviewed my daughter also delivered the court documents 3 years later, when my daughter had become suicidal and they'd made an application to court to return her to me -- so she wouldn't kill herself in Foster Care --
"I'm so sorry," he said. "This was wrong -- what they did to your family." He had tears in his eyes.
And that worker who brought the police in the first place; the one who hated men -- she finally saw the truth too. One by one she apologized to each of us -- to my husband, to my daughter, and to me.
... But not until the damage was already done ...
to be continued ...
"Write it down! Don't let your story fade away unheard, unknown!" (Anna's close friend, Hazel)
This account of TRUE events that took place 11 years ago and was written by my friend, Anna.
It is the fifth in a series that she and I will be sharing here on Steemit with the familyprotection tag. Please share this story with others, so that we can wake people up to the atrocities being committed in our so-called civilized societies. The mainstream media will rarely broach the subject. We must expose these stories to the light of day -- and stand up as a society to stop this abuse of families and children.