Wednesday, May 14, 2008 11:19:18 PM
If you go into any chat room on the internet you will hear whispers, you will hear rumors and you will more than certainly hear complaints as well as friends gathering together from all over the world to simply chat and have a laugh.
If you ask about other internet users opinion on gas prices you will hear complaints about how much it is rising quicker than can be afforded... If you ask about what people think about DSS or CPS you will not only hear voiced complaints, experiences that are too horrific for words but you will hear the truth of opinions that DSS/CPS violate homes. They do not protect them, They violate civil rights of parents and children alike. That there is a blatant disregard towards human rights, despite the fact this authority claims otherwise.
But the worst thing to hear is the truth. It is whispered in the land of private messages, the spaces of personal diaries, but worse of all it is OPENLY spoken about in chatrooms.
Ask and you will hear...
For as the old sci-fi series (X-Files) adage goes, "The Truth Is Out There"
Monday, May 12, 2008 6:00:15 PM
www.letmychildrengo.com www.cpswatch.com
This poem that is spread out below represents a single mom and how she perceives the damage done by the Social Services in charge of Child Protection in our area specifically. How she feels is so emotionally breaking that I asked if I could share it here...
Power Of Words
The power of words can be more than a sting to the heart
More than a pain that crushes a life from its existence
It can send a light tumbling into the darkness to depart
And scar the person who has heard the vicious tongues pretence
Words can destroy or make a person, love or hate it matters not
Words are dangerous effigies of the power abused within the land
Even a mighty blow from the heavens can be forgot
But a word from one can change the course of the history of man
The power of words can be abusive and incoherent yet still
Break a persons spirit that makes their life worth while
And those harmful words, whether spoken or written in ill
Measure more heavily upon a soul than the lightness to a smile
How can man be so cruel unto his fellow being? With accusations abound?
How can one group of people control so much with a mere word?
Why has no one before me stood, to fight in this battle ground?
To change a small piece, that could ripple of awareness in the world?
Yet I sometimes feel I am fighting a loosing battle with those in power
Who use their position to abuse the authority that has been given
For those I tell react one of two ways, either they believe or will not devour
The truth that has been spilled from mine lips, there’s no freedom in living
For the power of words cut more deeper into flesh and heart
Than any knife wrought by the assassins skilful hand
And no one wants to be involved less they too be cut for their part
So the corruption to the words of power, continue in this land
This world is not forsaken, just filled with cowards and uncaring folk
Who would rather choose their silence thinking intact they will remain
Rather than group together, against the falsities that are spoke
And finally vanquish all that has caused so many misery and pain
Why I ask myself, are people so strangely afraid?
Maybe because of this power of words that sting?
Maybe because these words can break and kill worse than any blade?
Maybe because they do not recognize that as a team we can change anything?
So I come in from work, I ponder and I think and I recall
Everything that as a child I was raised to believe and know as true
And I cannot help but question why it is I still stumble and fall
To stand by my conviction of innocence and as a result I view
That this world has become twisted by these words of power
That is has become stale and stagnant in its ability to change for the good of all
That this world has become filled with a garden that refuses to flower
And change the power of words to make right the wrongs, and diminish our own fall.
I feel the frustration, the blows of these words of accusation
I pray for relief, pray for a miracle to be strong and I can never heal
For there is no one who will help me in my search for salvation
To the point where now, though I believe I cannot see nor my heart feel
My heart and soul do not forget that which is broken
My soul is burning with the ache for justice for my child and I
But it seems that this shall never be because of these powerful words spoken
When they give her back, will be when I shall take time to cry
******************13th February 2008[/ALIGN]
**Name deleted for Confidentiality Purposes**
Sunday, May 11, 2008 5:50:08 PM
www.letmychildrengo.com
Dearest Freedom Of Speech Radio,
This is a small copy of what I have sent some of the news and media folk but have had no response to love.
"I have good reason to believe that the following piece of news that I am about to relate to, will be of interest to your particular field. It is in regards to one of the "Poorest" counties in North Carolina, who supports one of the richest DSS Adoption Foster Care Programs in the whole of the area. You may wonder why I am bringing this information to your attention? The reason is quite simple, there is a huge amount of corruption pertaining to this region and no one, that is local, or indeed regional to the Carolina's (this includes higher Governmental and State Legislature Officials) are willing to do anything about it. The abuse of power or corruption that is being used and abused here is measurable and tolerated"
I have witnessed this first hand for myself being a low-incomed single mom. This is my story, I am a proud parent of one child, her name is ******************, she bears the same name as her grandmother whom I named her after. She also bears my name. We, my daughter and I were living peaceably in Burnsville, Yancey Co, NC on a large acreage of property which we rented. I worked hard on nights and tended to my daughter during the day. Suddenly completely out of the blue, DSS of Yancey Co came to our home to investigate us and claimed that the child was not being cared for. My daughter was then, 2 years old and 7months old. She is a bright, intelligent and loving child whom I had raised with no help or aid from anyone over the years. The DSS lady would not take into consideration that my daughter and I were about to move, nor the fact that I had an excellent job working as a rehabilitation technician, which cared for people with mental health and learning difficulties as well as behavioral problems. Instead, on the same night, the DSS turned up at our door with the Sheriffs department (at 10:30pm EST) and declared that they had come to take my child. That I had a choice, I could either come with or they would take my child regardless. There was no paper work presented. There was no notification. My daughter and I were not given a choice as to where we would be put. I wanted to be placed in Asheville, closer to my family. They refused us this request and placed us in the Family Domestic Violence Coalition Shelter, here in the middle of this town. I lost everything, only having been allowed to collect two bags of items. That was on the 21st of April 2006. It burns in my memory hard. I had to find a new job. I had to try and find a new place to live. I had lost my transportation, my home and everything that belonged to my daughter and I because of the falsehoods declared by the SW who had 'investigated' us. I was informed that my daughter had to attend a daycare. I was given no choice as to how I raised her, we were told we were not allowed to talk in any other language but English.
I started a new job, my daughter was placed in daycare as I had been commanded. I did not want any trouble. Then the real problems started when we left the shelter to a new home of our own in the midst of the town. I complained several times that I had a suspicion I was being followed and watched, by someone who was not of DSS but maybe had connections. Several people would come up to me at my work place and tell me to watch my back because my daughter was overly smart and very beautiful. It all came to a head on 11th August 2006 when I had come back from a Housing Authority Meeting, I had just changed my daughter's pull-up for she had had an accident when a SW (Who previously on July 25th 2006; had declared I was no longer under suspicion and that my case was closed.) turned up with the police to my home and snatched my daughter from my arms. If that was not traumatic enough, the real battle began - against the lies and fabrications of the SW's who were dead set that my child should never be without both a mother and a father. I have been threatened to be expedited and deported back to my home country, when I told them to go ahead, they would have to send my daughter with me, they instantly got angry with me. They claimed I live in a tent, claimed I let homeless people watch my daughter, they claimed I had a severe mental health issue(s), they suppositioned my sexuality and my sex life and then the worst accusation of all came. The Yancey County Department of Social Services and Child Care stated that I had sexually abused my daughter. As you can imagine the devastation this wrought upon me was undeniably the worst kind of pain any devoted mother could ever feel. (Even though I now have proof that this was lies, why is the court system not questioning or daring to challenge DSS let alone allow me to present my evidence to the contrary which PROVES my innocence?)To cut a long story short, my daughter has told me lots of things about the care she has received here, including that she gets her 'butt busted before being put on time out" and upon our last visit she had a bruise right across the septum and her eyes, it was greenish in color and when I asked her what had happened, my OWN daughter could not look me in the face, she appeared afraid to tell me as she spoke with diverted eyes stating further that, "I must have walked into something hard momma, it walked into me... that is it." I was shocked. The DSS here are well renowned for taking single parents children, especially those who are, like myself...outsiders or have no family ties. My daughter has told me that I am not her real mommy, that she now lives with her real mommy and daddy. The foster parents have been trying to adopt her since she arrived in their care. I have proof of this. I am also disconcerted at the fact that the Guardian Ad Litem that was awarded to ********* acts most inappropriately at court with her insinuations of various kinds. I have tried to contact people for help, including the British Embassy, Attorney General and various other fields of high up powers. But none wish anything to do with this county or its dealings. I have done everything that the DSS have asked of me, and yet they refuse to work with me, I am SUPPOSED to be on a reunification process, but more than once they have made this perfectly clear that I am not. That they have already made up their minds upon the matter. They WILL NOT even respect our religious beliefs and on more than one occasion have given me cause to frustrated in more ways than one. I am now not even allowed friends at my home. They (The DSS of Yancey Co.) have even started pestering my work place and making snide comments as well as calling a court date without my knowledge. My daughter is even being made to wear a locket with the foster parents pictures in it and two little boys whom she has been informed are her little brothers. This has been ongoing now for over 20 Months. I have spoken to several officials about the abuse of treatment that my daughter and I are receiving including the fact that when she was being allowed to come home for a couple of hours a week she was always covered in bruises and told me that it was because she was “smacked and then sent on time out to her room.” I reported this as I was legally advised by mine own lawyer and alas instead of my daughter being removed from the Foster Parents care or home and placed elsewhere I was accused of causing the bruises and labeled as a danger to my child. Despite the fact I have witnesses. Other officials I have spoken with was a Federal Lawyer friend of mine who although he cannot take the case on has definitively pointed out quite readily (again I had a witness with me) that my civil rights are obviously being violated as are my rights as her parent and my daughters rights. This has been backed up by a member of the FBI whom I have spoken to who also advised me to get in touch with the Attorney General of North Carolina as well as the British Embassy in Washington. Yet despite all of these contacts still no one is willing to do anything about my case. No one is willing to help me all they can do is ‘fob’ me off to talk to someone else but be unprepared to act upon the matter themselves. I am tired and weary of the treatment I have received here. I am appealing to your general night listeners of your national station for help. I was so grateful Mac when you spoke to me personally the other day on the phone informing me that it would be okay. Telling me that this would be broadcast soon. But I do have proof. I do have witnesses. As you can see by the package I sent you online via e-mail, those pictures of my daughter with the marks, bruises (and especially the one with a facial head injury) have all been during supervised visits and she has arrived like that. I have not inflicted any of this harm that I am being accused of. Please help me Mac, and if you cannot help me at least this story will help, hopefully to make other people aware of how bad this county actually is and maybe prevent other parents who are from other places from moving up here…"
**Name deleted for private reasons**[/SIZE]
The writer of the above article further adds to this sad report as follows.....
"Because at the end of the day, I know that I am not the only one who is going through this travesty of justice. There have been several cases like this. Someone, somewhere has to be able to help me. For what can I do if no one is listening and I have tried so many different avenues? My daughter is registered at the British Embassy and they will not even take our ethnic culture into consideration let alone our religious ones. But from what data and information I have collected this happens all the time here in Yancey Co, it is how they make their money. AND NO ONE WILL INVESTIGATE THEM!! With this letter I am sending out the hope that someone may sit up and take notice, that someone may be able to help put this poor little Scot out of her misery and hopefully provide the answer to the question my daughter asks at our one hourly meets, once a week, "Can I come home with you now mommy? Have you sorted things out?" and I will be able to say for once, "Yes my darling angel, you can come home to mommy now....its all over!" If you would like more details on this case, or have any suggestions or perhaps wish further information upon this case...please do not hesitate to contact me at the above secure address. Thank you again for your time and reading this.
Blessings.
Sunday, May 11, 2008 5:01:19 PM
Well what can I say? But start of with a brief introduction as to why I am putting this up here online. I guess because there are so many people in Yancey & Mitchell County (North Carolina) who are being bullied and intimidated by a group of people that are acting unjustly as well as not policed. For there is nothing above them to police them. Who is the "them"? DSS and CPS. These are the people that due to their title continue to threaten, violate and administer confidentiality like horse pills choking the local communities and families to the point of a death collision. These are the supposed guardians of children who claim false allegations and take the children (the true victims in the affair) under the pretences of protection only to sell them off at a later date. They rob from the poor to give to the rich in a backward ideal of Robin Hood mannerism. The propaganda set forth and the claims they make within the court rooms against families is surreal and often misleading, inconsistant and harmful not just to the child or childrens future possible return but is as a wrecking ball on a crumbling institution. I bring this to the attention of the outside world to act as a warner of what seems like a gripe or grudge match but is in actual fact the truth.
If you have problems with this, then you do not need to be reading this blog. I shall over the forth coming weeks and months publish up here my own story as well as that of others. I will continue to serve, strive and fight that which is being executed in the oblivion of ignorance and terror the local communities are blanketed under.
Want more proof then perhaps you should check out the Yancey County Journal (page four)from its April 23rd 2008 Edition. Under the title of "Silenced screams of the DSS"; of such websites as "Give us back our children" . It seems that these two counties are not prominent nor are they isolated in what is truly going on.
I will be covering several stories from the courts of parents who feel as violated as well as helpless to do anything because they have appealed to all manner of people, including political giants who turn the backs and refuse to open their eyes in acknowledgement of what is really happening.
So yes, here is my journal. My reporting of inside tales of woe, conflict, fighting, heartache and more importantly broken hearts and victims who are too afraid to speak out for themselves.
Sunday, May 11, 2008 5:00:58 PM
"It is a bold echo that screeches into the nightly heavens above and is muffled by the sound of tears. Spilt as blood on a battle field these tears, are shed copiously for that which can no longer be held back. A bursting damn of fury that ignites the passionate response to the fears which threaten to overwhelm and condemn the plea bargainer who weeps. The same anger, frustration and livid discoloration to an otherwise peaceful existence as someone having turned fast to the discourse of chaos in a singular blow. The heart is rendered and torn into so many pieces that it is hard to even begin to place the fragments in the right order, for healing processes to begin. Hard to say where it all started and where it will all end as it ravels, unravels and twirls so fast in this whirlwind of despair that engulfs the individual person. A fast downward spiral that cascades, taking its victim into the darkness of the pit, further and further it causes them to fall with no sign of relief and no light as aid unto their sight. So it is they are thrust from the world of hope into the everlasting abyss of nights eternal sinister shadows of deceit, lies and corruption. Discombobulated as the twists and turn of fates cruel crone like grasp strangulate their spirit into this same blindness and cause the individual to feel worse than a wild animal trapped in a deadly tight grasped corner with no route to escape. Wide eyed and terrorized, life pounding in ear drums in a cacophony that drowns out the roll of thunderous laughter that parts from the tormentors mouths."
This is one parents thought to how it feels, a parent I might add who has been fighting for longer than I have. This man has been fighting for almost four years to get his children back. He has not given up. I have been personally fighting for two years. It is a long time in the life of a child.
My Opera
