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poulpichou · 3 years

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Government failures and fucked-upperies in France

Ok, so I recently wrote a bit about the situation with police brutality in France, but now I would like to tell you more about WHY the government needs the police so much. A lot of my sources will be in french (and marked (F) like this) because there are a lot of cases that didn’t make it to the international press. Many sources also come from the newspaper Mediapart and require a subscription.

I’ve had a lot of people telling me “BuT It’S nOt ChInA” and let me tell you, yes I know it’s way worse in other countries (Peru, Thailand, Nigeria and so on, a lot is happening right now in the world), but where the fuck do you draw the line? The kind of things I’m gonna tell you about is unacceptable, and so hypocritical when a country calls itself a democracy and the land of human rights, and we should be angry about that and try to make it change. Here I’m talking a lot about Macron but let’s not forget that many current problems began under Holland’s presidency, who was supposed to be from the left, and even before. Alright, here we go.

President of the wealthy

Soooo let’s begin with how Macron was elected by wealthy people: half of the 16 million euro collected for his campaign was financed(F) by 1200 people, mostly living in Paris, by banks, and also by rich french people living abroad. So of course the first thing he did when he could was to reward them for his victory and he cut their taxes in december 2018. He deleted the “taxe on fortune” that was in place for 40 years (minus 3 years under Chirac first presidency) and replaced it with another that taxes way less, in the name of trickle down economy (you know, the same way Thatcher and Reagan did) saying that rich people would invest more and thus creating more jobs. Of course that didn’t happen and rich people just got way richer without any effects on poor people.

At the same time, he cut down housing benefits for students and poor people (1/4 of people between 18 and 24 are under the poverty line) and cancelled housing helps for 50,000 people. In december 2018, he wanted to pass a law that would increase fuel prices in the name of ecology, but that would once again mainly affect working and middle classes. That’s how started the yellow vest movement, because people were becomming poorer and poorer and they felt like the government only gave to the rich and took from the poor.

In 2018, 14% of the french population was under the poverty line, and 21% suffer from food insecurity and it has only worsened since.

At the end of 2019, a student even set himself on fire at his university because he was in such financial distress he couldn’t go on anymore.

Yellow Vest movement

If you have to read one article about it, it’s this one.

In 2017, Macron said in one of his speeches about a train station that it was “a place where one encounters people who are succeeding and people who are nothing”. The yellow vest movement came from these “people who are nothing”. For the first time in decades, people who were not heard, people who didn’t have a place in the political landscape in France were on the front scene. A lot of protestors never demonstrated before, or even engaged in politics. Many of them now protested because “they had nothing else to lose” (F). People were angry from not being listened to and being used only to allow rich people to get richer, and oh boy they showed it in the street.

The first protests took the government by surprise. They were not expecting the numbers of protestors, nor their determination. The protest were also completely different from the demonstration the state was used to deal with: there were no official leaders, making it really difficult for the government to negotiate, demonstrations were often not declared beforhand in prefectures (F), and people were systematically targetting (F) banks, major brands like Apple or McDonalds and luxury shops, causing millions euro worth of damages.

On the 1st of december 2018, protestors in Paris took over the Arc de Triomphe and completely overfloaded the police.

One policeman said afterward that on this day, “the Elysée could have fallen” (F). Police forces were not prepared, the right orders were not given at the right times and some police company were surounded by furious protestors. The same policeman said that in that moment, “they forgot about their code of ethics”, that they were just shooting rubber bullet wherever they could and “trying protect their life”. The following weeks, police put on steel fences around the Elysée and members of the government and their collaborators were asked to lock down and put away all of their documents(F) before the weekly demonstrations, in case the protestors were able to take over the buildings.

It was a turning point in the protests, and from then the orders given to the police changed completely. From then they’ve been allowed to litterally do whatever it took to keep the country in order. The government understood that the last thing between them and the furious people they betrayed was the police, and that’s precisely why they are trying to give them even more power today with the law on global security (see my last post, and probably a next one I’m gonna write soon because it would be too much for this post).

Since December 2018, a journalist, David Dusfresne, documents and keeps count on the police brutality, first on twitter and then on the online newspaper Mediapart(F) (TW for really graphic pictures of wounds and blood). For now he counted 4 deaths, 30 people who lost an eye due mainly to rubber bullets, 6 who lost a hand due to detonative grenades (France is being the only european country to use them against its own population), 346 wounded to the head (fractured skull mainly, due to the rubber bullets and baton blow) and a total of 969 documented reports on police brutality (and that’s only for 3 years).

Since then, a total of 9 police officers have been judged guilty, 7 of them being only suspended temporarily and avoiding prison, with only 2 of them ending up in prison(F) and being expelled from police forces.

People began to record the police more and more to prevent any brutality or to have proofs in case it happened, and then the police began to target journalists and anyone who had a camera.

They began to lie to people, telling them it’s forbiden to record the police (for now it isn’t), they forced photographs to delete their photos in the middle of demonstrations. They covered their ID number on their uniform (F), they covered their licence plates.

The government also began to talk about legitimate protest, aka the peacefull one, and put the name of “casseur” (thug) on anyone who would be too angry. to their taste, saying that the latter were taking the former in hostage. Basically they were saying tht yes, protestors took aver the arc de Triomphe, but it was only hooligans who just wanted to burn things, nothing political behind that.

Here began the preventive arrests (F) before demonstrations (arresting people who had done nothing on the only presumption they will), the arrest of journalists, the arrest of people having masks and protection glasses on them. From now on the administration can ban someone from public demonstration without going through the justice system.

Between November 2018 and November 2019, around 3,000 person(F) from the yellow vest movement were senteced to community services, fees, suspended prison sentence, and for 1/3 of them prison sentences. Those numbers are underestimated because many cases have not been judged yet. Some protestors were sentenced for shouting slogans(F), for wearing protective masks(F) (F), other were sent to prison for damaging radars(F) on highways, or for filming riots while wearing a yellow vest(F). There has been a massive tendency(F) for the state to sue people for “participation to a gathering with the intent to commit violences against persons or goods”, allowing them to give fees, community services or even prison sentences to people based only on the intent they gave them. Many people found guilty of attacking police forces were judged with the only proof being the declaration of police officers, and even though a lot of them claimed to be innocent they were still sentenced because they couldn’t bring proof of their innocence.(F) Amnesty International talks about the criminalization of demonstrators(F) that’s happening in France and warns about the instrumentalisation of laws that goes against international law. (F)

The ban on masks (they can be considered as weapons) during demonstration allows police to take protestors(F) who have some on them or in their car to the police station for a maximum of 48h for the sole purpose of making them miss the demonstration. This law is not applied nowadays because of Covid, but it still exists.

With the yellow vest movement, the part of the population who wasn’t used to the police actually began to endure what POC have been living for decades.

Racisme

France is a fucked up racist country. It was born in colonisation and slavery, and still rely on its former colonies to prosper economically. Young men perceived as Black or Arab are 24 more times likely to be stopped in the streets. The overwhelming majority of people killed by the police are black or arabic(F). When the police kills POC, the judiciary system often refuses to do a full investigation, refuses to hear some of the witnesses, refuses to watch some of the video tapes from surveillance cameras (F). A lot of autopsies are proved to be ballant lies, founding heart diseases(F) or blood infections(F) when the victim was actually killed by suffocation due to ventral tackle, a police technique that got France sentenced by the European court of human rights (F).

BAC

Since the mid 90′s, France has special police forces for working-class neighborhoods, the Brigade Anti-Criminalité (BAC), that operate in suburbs (in France rich people live in the city center and poor people in the suburbs) where a majority of imigrants and people from black and arabic descent live. BAC agents are all volunteers, they act in unmarked cars and civilians clothes and can carry weapons(F).

Their purpose is to roam the streets and to catch misdemeanor in the act, and they’ve been known (as well as regular police) to harass population by proceeding to systematic identity cheks(F) (often outside of what’s allowed by law), by insulting people(F), provoking people with racist and homophobic insults(F), by beating them(F) and charging them for “outrage” or “rebellion”(F) when they protest (charges that always give reasons to police officers when there’s no recordings of the arrest and allow them to get money for the prejudice). There have been reports of torture on adults(F), tennagers(F) and children(F), and cases where the BAC agents took victims to quiet places so they could beat them up(F). There have also been reports of agents inventing charges when their provocations didn’t push the victim to confront them(F).

They are basically above the law. There have been cases of massive corruption(F) where the agents returned to their unit(F) after the end of their suspension, and the person who leaked the info got fired.

As they are field agents, their role is also intelligence: they gather intells in the suburbs and they also infiltrate demonstration(F) and wear the attire of “casseurs”, to gather intells on violent individuals. Since the beginning of the Yellow Vest movement, they’ve participating in containing demonstrations as well even though they don’t have any training in that field.

Refugees

Police is being extremely violent against refugees, particularly in Northern France and what used to be the “Jungle” of Calais. Amnesty International reported that police had been beating refugees with baton, confiscating their clothes and tent daily during winter (it also happened in Paris(F)), urinating on their tents, spraying teargas directly in the face of sleeping men. A group of 4 associations also issued a report(F) on police harassment against volunteers who helped refugees, with as much as 646 instances of police harassment and abuse against volunteers between November 2017 and June 2018 in Calais. Human rights observers reported harrasment techniques such as body search of female volunteers by male officers, insults, pushing, threats of legal suits and threats of arrest. Volunteers who reported these behaviours were told by the police internal investigation body that the reports where defamatory and could constitute a crime.

At the beginning of the year, associations that were not approuved by the state were forbidden to distribute free meals to refugees(F).

Islamophobia

France has always been an islamophobic country but it has been more public and accepted since the 2015 terrorist attacks. Many laws promoting laicity are actually used to target Islam:

The ban of public display of religious items in public institutions (schools, libraries, government buildings) target mainly women wearing hijabs when many mayors keep on installing nativity scenes during Christmas(F). In 2016 some cities made wearing a burkini (full body covering bathing suit) on the beach illegal and we had some astonishing scenes of police officers asking a women (who wasn’t even wearing a burkini) to undress on the beach in the name of the law.

The law that says people have to uncover their face when being in a public space only target muslim women and is now completely useless as we have the obligation to wear a mask everywhere

The law that says street prayers have to be autorized in prefecture beforehand only target muslim community: when a muslim association organized a street prayer(F) in 2017 to protest their eviction from their place of cult in the city center they were charged 10,000€ (5,000€ from the association and 5,000€ from its president), whereas catholics students organized a street prayer(F) last month and didn’t face any charges. Legally, any autorization must be asked more than 3 days in advance and in both cases it was only asked on the day before.

Following the killing of Samuel Paty, a teacher who was attacked mid october for showing caricatures of the prophet Mohamed in class, four 10 years old children were arrested for “terrorism apology”(F), interrogated for 10 hours and their houses checked by police forces in full gears. The minister of interior also disolved the Collective against Islamophobia in France, saying that, since it was prottesting against anti-terrorist laws (that are super islamophobic) it was promoting radical islamism and terrorism. A minute of silence was imposed in schools and the names of people who didn’t follow the procedure were given to the minister of education, who said “none of them will be left unpunished”.(F)

To sum up: the government is being super islamophobic but muslims who voice their concerns are seen as radical islamists and are associated with terrorists. Furthermore, it’s now easier for islamophobic people in government to ban associations or to pass shady laws thanks to the state of emergency.

State emergency

Following the 2 years of state emergency (2015-2017), France passed a law against terrorism(F) that normalized a lot of the state emergency’s characteristics: it took power away from the justice system to give it to administrations, directly under the control of the government.

The government, who previously had to be accountable in front of a judiciary judge, can now do many things under the only control of an administrative judge(F). The actions of administrative judges are controled by the council of state, and the president of the said council is the prime minister or the minister of justice, named by the president.

Here is what they can now do(F):

place people under house arrest with obligation to check in police stations every day for a maximum of a year

deny or restrict access to public events to some people, or proceed to body search

make someone wear an electronic bracelet when they didn’t commit any infractions

close places of worship for a maximum of 6 months when the ideas discuted there promote hate, discrimination, violence or terrorism

require people to give their login of any account on internet to the police

investigate on civil servants using secret services files

create a national centralized file with the names of people travelling in and out of the country by plane or boat

With the autorisation of a judge of freedom and detentions, they can also search houses and seize computers or phones to inspect the contents.

If people refuse to do any of the above when they are asked to, they risk 3 years of prison and a fee that can go up to 45,000€.

The offense “terrorism apology” was used against hundreds of people, with a large proportion of them being underaged (1/3 of them in 2015), sometimes for something as unsignificant as a non-violent facebook comment, a situation pointed out by Amnesty International(F). The NGO also highlights the fact that the fear of being considered as an extremist or the fear of facing judiciary consequences sets limit to freedom of speech.

Since 2015, the government has used the power given to them by the state of emergency to place 24 environmental activists under house arrest for the duration of the COP21(F) and to search the house of people who were protesting against the construction of an airport(F), construction potentialy linked to corruption(F), and also to close temporarly more than 30 mosques and install security cameras inside(F).

The consulting national commission on human rights pointed out a “highjack” of the state emergency, that was used to silence protestors, unions and refugees with abusive means, like unnecessary handcuffing, adults and children being aimed at with assault riffle during house searches and house being damaged during searches.

2015 was also the year of the Intelligence Act, a law that allows inteligence agencies to install scanning devices on the infrastructure of telecom operators so they can collect data on communications that are likely to reveal a terrorist threat.

Covid 19

When the epidemy started to be problematic in France in February 2020, hospital workers had been on strike for 11 months(F) and were asking for doctors and nurses jobs opening, and more beds in hospital. At the beginning of february, 600 administrative hospital workers had quit(F) so they were not “accomplices of the management of misery”. Healthcare workers had been saying for years that the deterioration of the working conditions in hospitals were gonna lead to patients death.

Since the beginning of the 2000′s, 100 000 beds have been removed(F) from hospital services and there has been a budget cut close to 12 bilions euros(F) for the health services.

Then comes Covid 19, and the government asks health workers to always do more with less, in the name of common good. We applaud them at our windows every night, and then they don’t get the bonus(F) the government promised, the healthcare system doesn’t get any budget increase and even worse, it still has to face a 800 milions cut in the middle of the pandemic(F).

The newspaper Mediapart issued a report(F) exposing the lies of the government:

They decided to get only small quantities of masks at the beginning of january against experts opinion, they said the virus wouldn’t reach France.

Government lied about the usefullness of masks to prevent people asking for them when they didn’t have some to distribute to the whole population. They said it was useless, and even dangerous because we didn’t know how to use them, they actively encouraged people not to wear them, and they lied about mask shortage. I really want to insist on that point, the instensity of communication on the subject was incredible. Every day we had many different high-ranked person in the government telling us on TV, on the radio or in newspaper that we shouldn’t wear masks. They only made wearing masks compulsory in public spaces mid July, 6 months after the first case in France(F).

Healthcare workers didn’t have enough masks and thus faced higher risks of contamination but the government still allowed non essential big companies like Airbus to use milions of the precious FFP2 masks. The government still refuses to give the number of healthcare workers who died from Covid19(F), the only count we have is made by journalists, and it’s believed to be underestimated.

To this day, healthcare workers are still on strike for better working conditions and better pay. I took this pic earlier this month from one of the firestations in my city, you can read written in white paint on the doors “understaffed, population in danger”, “18 months of strike and still NOTHING”, “Covid bonus ???” and “SOS”. Firefighters also write this on their trucks and their helmets, and hospitals have had banners deployed for more than a year now. All of these people are still working to ensure everyone’s access to health services but they refuse to transfer data to the state sickness insurance for example (and they are now facing administrative sanctions(F) and are threatened to not be given cancer drugs if they don’t end the strike(F)).

Regarding Covid, we are one of the only countries in europe to use self-filled certificates to be able to go outside. These certificates are controlled by the police, and like I said earlier, increased police controls harm a certain part of the population (young people and POC). Amnesty International issued a report(F) on the violences comited during french lockdown, pointing out repetitive and significant illegitimate actions from the police, such as beatings, use of tasers, illegal arrests, racists and homophobics insults and verbal threats. In April 2020, Mohamed Gabsi, a homeless person, was killed by the police after being arrested for being outside during the lockdown(F). The officers who killed him are still in service.

The covid crisis brought us in the worst recession we had since WW2, and the Secour Populaire (french association that helps poor people) had to help 45% more people than it helped in 2019(F). In my city, there are so many people coming for food distribution on certain days they had to install permanent fences in the street so people can queue in order.

Corruption and Other Stuff

In France (as in many other countries) it’s rare to have politicians who’ve never been prosecuted in any judiciary or administrative case.

Here I’m only gonna tell you who have been accused and who have been prosecuted for what in Macron’s government, and quite frankly it’s not exhaustive because one wikipedia page just brings me to 5 more.

The following tab is quite heavy so feel free to just check the left column with the legend.

(Now let me cry thinking about this Swedish minister who had to quit over a chocolate bar)

(All my sources are from french newspapers, I can give them if you ask me but I’m not gonna put them here because there are way too many)

People who had to quit the first government were still appointed deputy governor of the Bank of France (Sylvie Goulard), president of the national assembly (Richard Ferrand) and chief of foreign affaires commission at the national assembly (Marielle de Sarnez). They are being investigated for corruption and embezzlement and they still have a successfull political career, and more important they still heavily influence the laws of our country and of Europe. Sylvie Goulard was even chosen by Macron to seat at the European Commission but european deputies decided it was fucked up and rejected her appointment (F).

In this list I only talked about members of the government but there has been other scandals linked to people around Macron.

Benalla cases: It all began when we discovered Alexandre Benalla, chief of security and travels for the president, was participating in demonstration as a policeman (which he wasn’t) and used his position to beat up protestors and passerby. The rest of the case is filled with destruction and hiding of evidences(F), illegal sharing of public surveillance videotapes by the police, undeclared guns(F), illegal but unpunished use of data by the police(F) and the Elysée(F), breaking of the judiciary control by Benalla, illegal diplomatic passports and meeting with african’s leaders, russian contracts with an alleged mafia boss(F), office searchs for a newspaper ordered by the State, who tried to seize the proofs and the sources the newspaper had on the case(F) and so on. The case involves several members of the government and members of special forces, and some journalists who were writing on it were then auditionned for disclosure of state secret(F). The case in general highlighted the impunity members of the government and police officers have, as well as anyone who is close to the president, but also the dysfunction in the justice system and the impossibility for high ranked people to face justice. The fucker is still free, taunt people on twitter and still gives interviews to national television.

Kohler case: Alexis Kohler, general secretary of the Elysee and Macron right hand man during his campain, hid his personnal links to the sea transporters MSC and then attributed them huge state funds. He also lied in his involvement in the decision. We discovered Macron sent a letter to the national financial prosecutor's office to clear him, which they did, until an anti-corruption association relaunched legal proceedings. The guy is now being prosecuted for corruption and bribery. (F) (F)

Conclusion

Fuck the police, eat the rich, let’s forbid them from being elected, a next long post on the Law on Global Security the governement is trying to pass is gonna come soon if you’re interested.

Please tell me if you see any inconsistency in this post, I tried to source it as much as I could and to verify everything I wrote but like anyone else I have bias and sometimes I wrote things at 5am so I’m aware I might be incorrect and I’m open to constructive criticism. Also sorry for my approximate english sometimes.

#France #Macron #up the baguette #yellow vest #what the france #french government #french politics #french side of tumblr

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Sucks to think your dad would do that. But my experience says it's more likely your mom just needed the MA info transferred & now you're led to believe your dad did something wrong. As a child of divorce you come to realize parents make up lies just for spite. Happens all the time. You have to look at both sides, tune out all the nasty noise or else your judgment really is 'clouded'. BTW locking up medical records as a deterrent sounds made up. A mom can easily get copies of her kid's records.

i really don't mean to be rude.. but this is the same guy who wrote us a 2 page letter (which i... prevented her from seeing cause we got it while she was in the hospital) after i had mostly stopped talking to him about how my mom was "faking having cancer" while i was literally her primary caregiver during treatment so, yeah that's absolutely in his repertoire of shit to do

my judgement is also not "clouded" judging that he broke multiple windows around me which was the final catalyst which allowed me as a teen to stop going to court ordered visitation and btw you sound like a fucking mra "men have it bad in divorce too" asshole :)

i'm not gonna "both sides" about a physical abuser who was arrested for it....

#personal #to delete

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imzadi-caskett-huddy · 4 years

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House, M.D. Fanfic (12/?)

Thank you to everyone who has taken time to leave a note on my story. I hope you continue to enjoy my rewrite of particular scenes and episodes with regards to Huddy. As always, I don't own House. If I did, Lisa Edelstein would have been offered the world to stay and be a major part of season 8.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. I do sometimes use dialogue from episodes... but there are slight changes and adaptations, as well as additions to fit what I need. We just have to grit our teeth and bear this revisit of the Tritter era. I'm not sure if I hated him or Vogler more... but I wanted to kill both.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie on Tumblr for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! I love feedback... good, bad or ugly. Seriously. It's like my Vicodin. So please enable me! Enjoy!

xxxxx

"I need a script for Vicodin."

Cuddy looked up from the medical journal she was reading. "How many days do you have left?"

"I can probably get through the next few minutes or so."

She was honestly surprised he was there. After everything that had happened between them, she knew how hard it must have been for him to come to her and ask. "You're coming to me, which means your lackeys actually stood up to you. I'm impressed, good for them," she stood and moved to her desk.

"Yes, their cowardice is inspiring."

"You should be thanking them. If they caved, it would give the cops evidence that you intimidated underlings to feed your addiction," she stated, pulling out her prescription pad from her desk.

"I hate writing thank you notes. Would it be weird if I asked Cameron to write them?" He watched as she grabbed a pen. "You're hooking me up?" That was surprising, considering everything between them. He'd come to her as a very last resort, but he had never expected her to actually give him a script.

"Unfortunately if I cut you off, it would give the cops evidence that you don't really need the pain medicine."

"I knew that cleavage was a smoke screen! You're a genius."

She watched as he reached for the paper, and had trouble lifting his arm. Pulling it just out of his reach, she commented, "You can't lift your arm."

"You can't pee standing up. Gimme."

"You've been doing physio? Maybe you pulled something?"

"Yeah, been training for Pants Off Dance Off. Give me the script."

"Your shoulder problem isn't physical. What's new? What's different? Any big changes in your life recently? Fight with the wife, maybe?"

"Right, my shoulder hurts because you stopped having sex with me. It's your fault. Good thing you're hooking me up with the good stuff."

She was quiet for a moment. That dig at her had hurt a little more than she'd expected. "It's good. It means that your shoulder is a human being. It's a start."

He just stared at her. Maybe it really was because they'd stopped sleeping together. He wouldn't let himself say that they broke up... they hadn't been together to begin with. It had all been based on sex because she wanted a baby. That option was no longer on the table, so there was no reason to keep seeing each other.

"I'm right, right?"

"Yeah. Just not about me," he said, turning to leave after her words gave him an epiphany about his patient. He turned a moment later and snatched the paper from her fingers before leaving for good.

xxxxx

The mobile red dot that was distracting her benefactors caused her to stand. "Excuse me. I have a toddler to put in time out," she said, heading for the door. More like she had a doctor she wanted to kill. "House!" She barked firmly, holding her hands out to the side in a 'what the hell' gesture.

"Need my pills!"

She rolled her eyes. "Right, and there was no other way to get my attention. Knocking on the door would never work."

He shrugged. "If I knocked on the door, I'd be forced to talk to your benefactors. I don't think you really want that," he smirked. Which was true... he didn't have the best history at schmoozing anyone. "If you'd given them to me when I asked half an hour ago, I wouldn't have had to interrupt your meeting."

"It wasn't time for a dose half an hour ago," she stated, moving to the clinic pharmacy and asking for his pills. Taking them, she offered the cup with a single pill to him.

"You seem to be missing the rest of the bottle."

She gave a smile. "No more free floating prescriptions.... reasonable doses at reasonable times."

He just stared at her. Was she serious? "Who decides what is reasonable?"

"The only doctor in this building who is willing to write you a script for pain meds," she answered smugly, shaking the cup at him.

He scowled, but took the cup. "You spent the last six months trying to have a baby with me. Are you sure you're really the best judge of what's reasonable?"

She froze slightly at his words, but simply kept walking back toward her office. "Reasonable doses," she repeated back to him before opening the door.

He watched the door close behind her before heaving a sigh and taking the pill she given him. It was better than nothing.

xxxxx

She walked into the empty room she had allowed Detective Tritter to occupy to look through the hospital files that she had supplied only after he had given her a court order. "Seems like a waste of taxpayer dollars. You should be out arresting real criminals."

"I'm on vacation this week. And Dr. House is a real criminal."

"He's not a Colombian drug lord, he's a pain patient. And you're not going to find anything."

He smirked smugly. "I've found plenty."

Cuddy narrowed her eyes. "You act like you're doing the world a huge favor, protecting everyone from House, but who protects the world from you?" She asked him then. "House may be an ass, but you're a bully. You've bullied my head of oncology to quit, my entire hospital staff is afraid to do... anything, really. He's probably the world's biggest jerk, but there's always a reason behind it. But you... you're going after innocent people because you've got a grudge against one person."

"Not one of you are innocent!" Tritter responded angrily. "Not one of you have told me the truth about him!"

Cuddy stood her ground, toeing the line with him. "Where's your proof? Not a single person is going to say anything against him to you," she responded confidently.

Tritter studied her. "I don't expect it from Dr. Cameron... or from you. Like I told her, women don't give up the men they're in love with. And for whatever reason, both of you are a little in love with him... maybe even a lot in love with him. I don't expect it from Dr. Foreman... he isn't a fan of police officers. But Dr. Chase or Dr. Wilson? One of them will flip. Or someone else will. Or Dr. House will do something every addict does. Eventually I will get what I want. And then everyone who lied to me is going down with Dr. House."

Cuddy just stared daggers at him, still more than capable and more than willing to square off with him. "Even if Dr. House has a problem... it's a medical problem. One that should be dealt with by doctors, not police detectives with a grudge."

"Except that none of you are dealing with it!"

"You don't know that, because you're not a doctor! You're a bully with a badge!"

Tritter clenched his jaw for a moment, working the nicotine gum around in his mouth. "He's going to jail. Like I said, I always get what I want." With that, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and left.

(Gif done by @gabrielokun and I will remove it if they ask. I just didn't know how to reblog their original post onto my story because it fit)

#house #house m.d.#house md #house fanfic #house x cuddy #huddy #greg house #lisa cuddy

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the-homicidediaries · 3 years

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Mary Bell

The Tyneside Strangler

TW: child death, sexual abuse, genital mutilation

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Hello! So I’m back with another horrible story because people keep asking for them.

SO HERE WE GO

This is the story of Mary Bell, who is one of only a handful of the youngest murderers.. EVER.

Mary Bell was born to a 16 year old prostitute named Betty in Newcastle upon Tyne, England in May of 1957. (Yeah, this didn’t happen that long ago. Horrifying.)

Now, no one is entirely sure who Mary’s father is, but Betty made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with Mary from the very beginning, telling doctors, “Get that thing away from me.”

And the best thing the doctors could come up with was to continue to let Mary live with her mother.

Perfect. What could go wrong?

Well, a lot.

Things got way worse. Betty was away a lot in Glasgow for her “business trips”. When she wasn’t away, she subjected Mary to physical and mental abuse.

Betty’s sister testified that she once saw Betty try to give Mary away to a local woman who was unsuccessful in her adoption journey.

Betty’s sister also noted that Mary was very “accident prone”; i.e. “falling” down the stairs and “accidentally” overdosing sleeping pills.

After Mary’s “fall”, it was reported that Mary suffered horrible brain damage in her pre-frontal cortex, the part of the brain that deals with decision-making and voluntary movements.

(Richard Ramirez, John Wayne Gacy, Fred West, David Berkowitz, Ed Gein, Albert Fish, and several other serial killers also suffered brain injuries as they were growing up.)

(I want to mention here there is a bit of a debate amongst experts whether to Betty wanted to get rid of Mary because she wasn’t fit to be a mother OR Betty had Munchausen by Proxy, which should all know is my favorite mental illness. 😬

Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy (MSBP) is a mental health problem in which a caregiver makes up or causes an illness or injury in a person under his or her care, such as a child, an elderly adult, or a person who has a disability. The most famous case was Clauddinea “Dee Dee” Blancharde abusing her daughter Gypsy Rose Blancharde.)

Back to Mary.

According to family members, Betty began prostituting Mary out by the time she was four years old. (That’s hideous. That’s a year younger than Shiloh, my baby baby. I hope it isn’t true.)

I also read that by the time Mary was five, she had already had a brush with death, watching her five year old friend being run over and killed by a bus.

By the time Mary was ten, she was quiet, manipulative, and isolated herself from everyone.

In May 11, 1968, just weeks before her first murder, Mary was playing with a three year old neighbor when he was horribly injured from a fall at the top of an air raid shelter.

His parents deemed it an accident.

After this, though, a few of the neighborhood mothers came forward to the police and said Mary had tried to choke their young daughters. No charges were filed, however.

On May 25, 1968, one day before Mary Bell turned 11 years old, Mary strangled four year old Martin Brown in an abandoned house. Mary fled the scene and returned back to the body with her friend Norma Bell, (no relation), but found they had been beaten by two local boys who had been playing in the abandoned house and stumbled upon the body.

Police were baffled by what they saw. Besides a little blood and saliva on Martin’s face, there were no obvious signs of violence. There was, however, an empty bottle of painkillers on the floor near the body. This led police to believe Martin had swallowed the pain pills and his death was deemed an accident.

Mary might have gotten away with this had she not gone to Martin’s family’s house and asked his mother to see Martin. She explained to Mary that Martin was dead, and Mary said she knew, she wanted to see the dead body in the coffin.

Martin’s mother slammed the door in her face.

Shortly after, Mary and her friend Norma broke into a nursery school and vandalized it with notes taking responsibility for Martin Brown’s death and promising to kill again. Police assumed the notes were a morbid prank.

The nursery school installed an alarm system shortly after and Mary and Norma were caught at the scene of the crime but were later seen as loitering and let off the hook.

Just.. YA KNOW!? All the signs are pointing to this girl.

Mary even told her classmates she had murdered Martin Brown.

It’s aggravating as hell.

BUT I DIGRESS

On June 31, 1968, Mary Bell, now 11, strangled three year old Brian Howe to death in the same area where she strangled Martin Brown.

She later went back to the body and carved an ‘M’ onto Brian’s chest with a razor and mutilated his thighs and penis with a pair of scissors.

In a sickening twist, Mary and Norma offered to help Brian’s sister look for him when his family realized he was missing. Mary even pointed out the cinder blocks where his body was, but since Norma said it wouldn’t be there, Brian’s sister dismissed it and looked elsewhere.

Y’all. I cannot.

When the coroner’s report came back on Brian, police were shocked to find the ‘M’ carved onto his chest and the coroner reporting this death was most likely caused by a child due to the lack of force used during the attack.

MORTIFYING

Mary and Norma were not conspicuous at all; they were interviewed by the police and excited to learn new news pertaining to the case.

Mary was spotted lurking outside of Brian’s house the day of his burial. She was laughing and rubbing her hands together when she saw the coffin.

The police called Mary in to be interviewed a second time and Mary made up a story about an eight year old boy she had seen hit Brian, (police knew she and Norma had seen him the day he died), in the head and that he had a pair of broken scissors with him.

The 👏🏼 police 👏🏼 hadn’t 👏🏼 disclosed 👏🏼 anything 👏🏼 publicly 👏🏼 about 👏🏼 the 👏🏼 scissors. 👏🏼

This is where Mary done goofed. Only investigators and the murderer would have known about this clue.

Upon further questioning, Mary and Norma broke down and began blaming each other for the murders.

During the trial, which took place in December, the jury agreed that Mary had committed the murders.

Did she receive a murder charge, you may ask?

Absolutely not.

While the jury did find Mary Bell guilty, a manslaughter charge was given because Mary’s lawyer and the court psychiatrists argued Mary suffered from psychopathy, and the court agreed she was not fully responsible of her actions.

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Norma Bell, however, was regarded as an unwilling accomplice and was acquitted.

Let’s look at the difference between manslaughter and murder charges and why this is so important.

man·slaugh·ter

/ˈmanˌslôdər/

noun

1. the crime of killing a human being without malice aforethought, or otherwise in circumstances not amounting to murder.

mur·der

/ˈmərdər/

noun

1. the unlawful premeditated killing of one human being by another.

I obviously haven’t gone to law school, but I would argue that the little neighbor boy’s “accidental fall” and the mothers coming forward about Mary choking their young daughters could be viewed as premeditated. She was trying to kill them, she just managed to kill two little boys instead.

Yes she had a brain injury, but giving her a manslaughter charge is offensive to me. Offensive for the families who lost their sons. If she has a brain injury and there were several cases documented where she was hurting other children, she should have been locked away forever. Just my opinion. I agree with medication and therapy, but anyone could relapse at any time and I don’t think that’s a risk anyone should take. Again, just my unprofessional as h*ck opinion.

(Ed Kemper went to a mental institute and tricked and lied his way into letting the psychiatrists let him leave after he had killed both of his grandparents at just 15 years old. They assumed he was rehabilitated; he just learned the right answers to their questions. He later killed eight more people, including his mother.

Just an example.)

(Another example, they medicated Richard Kuklinski after he was arrested and did not feel the need to release him even though he showed signs of improvement.)

Moving on.

The judge concluded that Mary was a dangerous person and a serious threat to other children. She was sentenced to be imprisoned “at Her Majesty’s pleasure,” a British term that basically means the powers that be would release her when they felt she had been properly rehabilitated.

Apparently, they were very impressed with Mary’s treatment and rehabilitation and felt like it was appropriate to let Mary Bell out in 1980, T W E L V E Y E A R S after Mary committed these murders.

She was put in very strict probation but was able to live amongst her community as a normal person.

The cherry on top?

Mary Bell was given a new identity to offer her a new chance at life and to be able to avoid the press.

She had to move several times because the press kept tracking her down, however.

Today, Mary Bell and her daughter are in protective custody at a secret address no one knows.

Norma Bell passed away in 1989.

Do I feel Mary Bell needs court ordered protection and should be able to hide her identity? No.

Do I think they released her far too early? Yes

Do I think Martin Brown and Brian Howe got justice? No.

Does this story anger me even though I’ve heard it and read about it fifteen million times? Yes.

Her mother should be responsible. She should be responsible instead of hiding. The victim’s families deserve better.

Below are pictures of Mary Bell aged 11, Martin Brown, Brian Howe, and Mary Bell aged 51.

#true crime

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How to Save a Life [A SoC Fanfic]

a/n: This fic was written for @grishaversebigbang. This is the first Big Bang I've ever participated in and it was so much fun. I've been playing with the idea of Kaz being Grisha for at least a year and I don't think I'd ever have managed to come up with something complete enough to share without this event. This is actually my longest completed fanfic to date (the fightingverse has a higher word count but I'm still working on it). I will only be posting the first chapter here because its really long and that gets confusing with Tumblr. If you like chapter one please follow the links to AO3.

Corporalki: @fleeingtofiction

Materialki: @c0p10uscr4wd4dz [x] @paintings-and-fairylights [x] @zrsio22 [x] @papercutting365 [x]

Summary: "Kaz took a deep breath and tried to prepare himself for what was to come. He’d done this before, in similarly hopeless situations, but it was always hard. Logically he knew that this was just another tool, another trick, but it always felt wrong." Or the one where Kaz is a Grisha Healer.

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Reveal

The Fjerdan troops stretched out before them like a final “fuck you” from the universe. The crew stared at them with horror, each trying to process their sudden change in fortune.

“Kaz?” Jesper asked. “This would be a really good time to say you saw this coming.”

Kaz hadn’t seen this coming. Until this moment he hadn’t realized just how much he’d trusted Matthias’s accounts of what Black Protocol was like. He should have considered the possibility that something like this would happen and planned for it. He cursed himself silently. He thought he’d outgrown this level of stupidity at age nine.

“Demjin,” Matthias said, his whole body tense as he surveyed the troops. “What do we do?”

“Shut up and let me think,” Kaz growled. “How am I supposed to figure out how to save our skins if you all keep talking?”

Matthias pressed his lips together and Kaz looked out across the soldiers. There had to be a way out of this. Kaz still had Pekka Rollins’s empire to burn to the ground; he could not end here. There had to be one last trick that he wasn’t seeing, but Kaz’s bag of tricks was drained. He had no idea where to go from here.

Actually, that was not quite true. He did have one more trick up his sleeve. The one that no one currently living knew. However, it was something that he had never wanted anyone on this crew or to know. After so many years he recoiled at the mere idea of using it, but this was the reason he’d kept this secret; to use it as a last ditch escape attempt. The question was how to make it count.

He narrowed his eyes at the troops as he thought. The captain was counting down. He had seconds. There had to be a way to level the odds enough for this to actually work. They needed to get away from the majority of the soldiers first.

“Kaz,” Nina said tensely. “Anytime now.”

“You all need to trust me,” Kaz said.

“We followed you to the Ice Court, Kaz,” Jesper called. “Of course we trust you.”

“No, you really need to trust me for this,” Kaz said. “You need to do exactly as I say, when I say it.”

“I trust you,” Inej called from inside the tank. Kaz was embarrassed by the way his heart leaped.

“I trust you too,” Jesper said.

“And me,” called Wylan.

“Me too,” Nina said.

“Sure…” Kuwei Yul-Bo said, sounding like he was scared out of his mind and questioning all his life choices. Given the circumstances, Kaz couldn’t blame the kid; he was running for his life with a bunch of people he didn’t know.

Everyone looked at Matthias. The Fjerdan nodded. “Get us out of this, Demjin.”

“Good,” Kaz said. “We’re handing ourselves in.”

They all stared at him with identical looks of horror. “You just said you trusted me,” Kaz said. “So prove it. I am going to get us out of this.”

“Alright,” Jesper said after a moment. “Lead the way.”

~~~~

The soldiers stripped them of their weapons and handcuffed them before marching them towards the guard station where the dock met the city. Perfect. They’d cuffed Nina and Kuwei’s hands with special cuffs made specifically for Grisha, which covered their whole hands and immobilized their fingers. The rest of them got normal cuffs which simply bound their wrists, which was also perfect. Apparently they hadn’t realized that there was a Fabrikator in this crew yet.

They were brought to a backroom and set up on chairs. The room was lit by lantern light allowing Kaz to see the curtains drawn over windows on the other side of the room. The soldiers dumped their weapons and the contents of their pockets onto the room’s large table. There were knives and guns and what looked like Heleen Van Houden’s diamonds, which was a bit unexpected but not welcome. There was also a small bag of orange powder. Jurda parem. Kaz growled. Nina, Matthias and Kuwei should have just left it all to burn with the lab.

The door to the hall was closed and locked from the outside. Aside from the seven of them there were four others in the room. The captain, two soldiers and the parem-addicted Corporalnik the Fjerdans had been planning to use against them. The Grisha was probably in his early twenties but he looked far older. He was trembling and swaying on his feet and eyeing the pouch of parem on the table with an expression that made Kaz a little sick to his stomach.

The captain was talking to the other soldiers in Fjerdan. Kaz didn’t speak Fjerdan, so he was left trying to judge what was being said by Nina, Matthias and Kuwei’s expressions. It was hard to tell how much of the tenseness of their expressions were from the conversation and how much was from the simple fact that they had just gotten themselves arrested for the second time in twenty-four hours.

“Kaz,” Nina said under her breath. “Anytime now.”

She was right. He needed to do something now before someone from the Ice Court showed up to drag them back. They were actually closer to the Ferolind than they had been before. They just needed to escape.

Kaz took a deep breath and tried to prepare himself for what was to come. He’d done this before, in similarly hopeless situations, but it was always hard. Logically he knew that this was just another tool, another trick, but it always felt wrong.

He didn’t want to do this.

Grow a spine. He told himself. You do this kind of thing all the time. All this is is another weapon. These people won’t hesitate to kill you, so you should grant them the same favor.

He raised his hands off his lap, just enough to have some freedom of movement and took another deep breath. He focused on the Corporalnik first. The parem-drugged Heartrender, who stood swaying next to his master. His rapid heartbeat was stumbling and tripping over itself, skipping beats in its struggle to keep up with the drug coursing through his veins. Kaz was close enough now that he could half-hear, half-feel it if he focused. It was maddening. Some part of him, a part he had tried to bury with Kaz Rietveld and never quite succeeded wanted to soothe, to make it better, but as always he was here to do more harm, not make things better.

“Kaz…” Inej said.

Kaz pressed the fingers of his right hand together. It was an intentional gesture, but not, thankfully, one anyone else would recognize. At least not until they figured out what he was doing. He made a sharp gesture.

The Heartrender dropped like a stone, dead. The captain started to turn, eyes widening with the beginnings of shock. Kaz gestured again and the captain fell dead too, clutching at his chest.

The soldiers reached for their guns but Kaz was already up and moving. He slammed his shoulder into the closer soldier and dropped his blood pressure with a flick of his fingers. He collapsed unconscious.

The last guard got his gun up with a snap. “Hands up, Grisha,” he said.

Kaz smiled his best monster’s smile. This Fjerdan was a member of the regular military and it was obvious he had never been thoroughly trained on how to fight Grisha. A drüskelle would have gone for Kaz’s hands to restrain him. This soldier had not and he was going to pay for it.

Kaz gestured again and the guard fell like a stone, also unconscious. He hadn’t exactly planned to spare the man’s life save for the fact that he didn’t like killing with his powers. Years and years of training himself to do just that should have been enough to desensitize himself to it, but somehow it was not. He tried not to think about the reasons why that was.

He surveyed the bodies of the people who minutes before had been holding them captive then stepped over to the body of the captain. He found the keys and unlocked his own handcuffs, a maneuver that would have been awkward for someone who didn’t have as much experience with magic tricks as he did. Only once his hands were free did he turn to face the rest of his crew.

They were all staring. Jesper and Wylan’s faces were wide with shock. Nina looked like she couldn’t decide if she was surprised or angry. Matthias was visibly horrified. Kuwei seemed like he wasn’t quite sure if this was supposed to be surprising. Kaz didn’t let himself look at Inej; he didn’t want to know what her response would be.

“Well?” he said to cover his own trepidation. He had a persona to maintain. “Are you all going to just sit there until someone else shows up to arrest us?”

“You-“ Jesper got out. “You’re— What—“

“Yes, there are currently four Grisha in this room,” Kaz snapped. “Now, come on, we need to get moving.”

Nina swallowed and collected herself enough to asked, “Heartrender or Healer?”

Kaz should have known that would be the first question she asked; Nina was used to meeting other Grisha in the regimented surroundings of the Second Army where everyone’s order was easily obvious from the colors of their keftas. It made sense that would be the first thing she wanted to know, even though it was the last question he wanted to answer.

Still, Kaz had lied many times and this would be no exception. He looked Nina in the face and said, “Heartrender.”

~~~~

After everyone was freed and had reclaimed their possessions, Kaz watched Nina pocket the bag of parem but didn’t comment. There was a possibility it was now the only sample in Fjerda and he didn’t want to give Brum the chance to reverse engineer the stuff. They jimmied one of the windows open and climbed out.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire, so to speak.

Almost the instant Kaz dropped out of the window a figure in drüskelle black rounded the corner. He saw them immediately and darted back around the corner shouting for his superiors before Kaz or Nina could take care of him. Kaz swore under his breath in terms so foul his father would have washed his mouth out with soap. He was briefly confused as to why he was thinking about that, but he always thought about his parents more when he used his powers. That was unfortunate because he couldn’t use his powers the way he did now without thinking about how disappointed they’d be.

“Run,” Inej said and Kaz looked at her for the first time since he’d used his powers. She was clutching a knife in each hand and her face was tense. The look she gave him was the one she always did when they were about to make an improbable escape. “We need to get to the Ferolind.”

“Let’s go,” Kaz ordered.

They took off in the direction of the ship. It was much closer than it had been before they’d handed themselves in, but there was no cover. They had no choice but to run and hope.

A drüskelle rounded the side of the building and opened fire. Jesper waved his hands in an attempt to ward off the bullets, but there were far too many and he didn’t have that much training. Kaz ducked as the bullet whizzed past his ear.

Someone cried out. Kaz turned just in time to see Matthias collapse, clutching at his thigh. Jesper and Nina dragged him behind a stack of crates. The others crouched around them. They were still a good hundred yards from the Ferolind and the drüskelle were getting closer. They’d never be able to carry Matthias to the ship without getting shot.

Matthias pressed his hand to the wound. He was snarling a single word over and over under his breath. Kaz had a better grasp of curses in other languages than anything else, and he was pretty sure that was the Fjerdan word for “fuck.” Hearing Helvar swear would have been funny if they hadn’t all been about to die. Kaz risked popping up and took out one of the closest drüskelle. As he ducked back down behind the crates again he heard the drüskelle yelling, presumably about there being another Heartrender.

When he looked back at the others he saw that Kuwei was moving his hands in circular patterns in the air. “I need a lighter,” he said, his eyes squeezed tight closed. “Please.”

For a second they all stared at him. “Why?” Wylan asked blankly.

“He’s Inferni,” Matthias got out. His face was slick with sweat. Kaz pushed away the instinct to help, to heal, that he’d been suppressing for half his life.

“Here,” Inej struck her knives together, creating a few small sparks. She would dull the blades, but these weren’t her usual knives and given the circumstances she probably wouldn’t have cared even if they were.

Normally a pair of knives would never have created enough sparks to start a fire, but with Kuwei raising the concentration of flammable gases in the air, Inej only had to strike the knives a couple times to get a flame going. Kuwei moved his hands, gathering more and more gases to feed the fire until the flames formed a ball about the size of his chest. Then his eyes opened and he stood up. Kuwei gritted his teeth and hurled the fireball at the drüskelle. It bowled into a man and a couple people behind him. The drüskelle started shouting even more frantically.

Jesper pulled Kuwei back down before someone could shoot him. “Good one,” he said with a tense grin.

“They killed my father,” Kuwei said through his teeth.

“Plenty of revenge going around in this crew,” Kaz said. “You’ll fit right in.” Jesper gave him a weird look, and Kaz cringed internally, realizing he’d shared too much.

“We need to find a way to get to the ship before they shoot these crates out from behind us,” Wylan said.

Kaz tried to think, but they literally had their backs to the wall. Kaz and Nina could kill them, Kuwei could set them on fire, Jesper could redirect their bullets, but it would not be enough. Grisha were not infallible and against numbers, especially numbers which had been trained to know the weaknesses in their powers, they would not prevail. This might be the end of the road.

He took a look at his crew. Matthias was panting in pain. Nina was digging at something in her pocket. Kuwei was preparing to launch another fireball with sparked gleaned from Inej’s knives. Jesper was looking at Kaz like he knew exactly how much trouble they were in. Wylan was chewing on his lip, clearly worried as well. Kaz needed to save these people, but, per usual, he couldn’t. This was what it always came down to.

“Nina,” Matthias said, his voice sharp with fear not pain.

“Kaz might be out of tricks,” Nina said. “But I’m not.”

Something changed about Nina, though it was hard to say what. Corporalki generally had to touch another person to actually feel anything concrete about them, but that didn’t mean their sense of the physical states of other people wasn’t better than normal. Kaz turned towards Nina just in time to see her finish pouring the orange contents of the bag of parem into her mouth.

“Nina!” He dove at her and tried to knock the bag out of her hand even though the damage was already done. He landed on Matthias’s stomach and the bodies on the Reaper’s Barge seared through his mind. He threw himself backwards and when he could see the Fjerdan dock again tried to knock Nina unconscious with his powers. She pushed him away with what he could only describe as a mental slap to the brain. He gaped up at her. She was radiant in the drug’s power, her eyes sharp and sparkling. It was terrifying.

“You might want to start running,” she said.

Read the rest on AO3 (and now I feel like I’m selling something)

#grishabigbang #gvbbcreation #six of crows #soc fanfic #kaz brekker #mine #gvbigbang fic

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Dayton, Ohio-

Klonda Richey absolutely adored cats. It was her mission in life to adopt the unloved and unwanted, and to give them a good life. She not only shared her own home with her feline friends, but when Klonda realized she had too many in her own house, there lady actually bought a neighboring home just for her pets! She didn't purchase the house next to her as it wasn't for sale at the time, but the next one over.

The problems only began when someone bought the house in between Klonda's two homes. When Andrew Nason moved in with his girlfriend, Julie Custer, and her 2 children the new homeowner understandably didn't appreciate constantly having all of his neighbor's cats in his yard. He even called animal control on Klonda's pet situation, but nothing was done as the cat's house was in tiptop shape and the felines were very well cared for. The biggest problem wasn't that animal control had been called, but Klonda knew for a fact that Andrew had been inside her second home as the complaint had stated that the kitties had been using a plastic kiddie pool as a litter box in the basement. This was information that no one could possibly have been privy to unless they'd actually been inside the cat's house.

So, Andrew had a sweet little puppy who he kept chained up outside 24/7. Klonda was an animal lover through and through, and she felt sorry for the pup. When no one was around she'd give him water and ensured his food bowl was filled. When Klonda witnessed Andrew actually strike said puppy, she called animal services.

Andrew retaliated by cutting every flower in Klonda's yard, and she began finding dead animals left on her doorstep which she definitely perceived as a threat to her precious cats. So, Klonda put up a chain link fence. Soon, Klonda's house was broken into by a man who, according to witnesses, fit Andrew's description; in response to this, Klonda installed security cameras. Andrew replaced the cute little puppy with 2 viscous pit bulls who he allowed to run wild in Klonda's yard. Yes, at this point the cat loving woman was afraid; she was petrified for the welfare of her own pets.

When Klonda believed there was neglect and abuse going on in the home next door, she notified family services; this was when Klonda's cats started coming up dead, they'd been mauled by dogs. Fearing for her own safety, Klonda hired someone to put up an 8 foot tall security fence; Andrew was upset about this as the fence would've prevented him from easily getting into his own back yard. Andrew harassed the handyman with his two large dogs, and the handyman up and quit. Klonda took her neighbor to court in an attempt to get a restraining order, but Andrew told the judge it was simply a property line dispute; sadly, the judge believed Andrew's lies.

It appears that Klonda was right, there really had been ongoing child abuse in the home next door; the two year old little girl was hurt after being left home alone with Andrew, she suffered a brain injury. Andrew was arrested for abuse, and the children were removed from the home. Andrew completely blamed Klonda for his arrest and the loss of the children since she'd placed a call to protective services in the past. In response, Andrew upped the harassment with the dogs; Klonda was threatened with them on the daily now. Andrew even verbally threatened Klonda; he stated that one of these days he would simply turn his dogs loose and that she would be their food; Klonda instinctively knew that this was not an empty threat; he was aware of the fate which awaited her, and she tried desperately to stop her murder from happening. Klonda called animal control more than 20 times begging someone to help her, she contacted 911 Sixteen Times claiming she was afraid for her life! Unbelievably, nothing at all was done, not even with the surveillance videos which proved without a doubt that she was in grave danger!

On February 7th of 2014 Klonda awoke to perform her morning ritual; she always got up at 4 am and walked over to the cat's house. On this morning when she walked outside her door, Andrew's dogs were waiting for her. They mauled Klonda to death, right outside of her own house, right beneath Andrew's bedroom window! This is the problem, there's no way in hell that Andrew and Julie didn't hear Klonda's murder, a neighbor down the road heard a woman screaming for more than 20 minutes!

The police were not called until 8:20 that morning when a jogger found Klonda's body. She was discovered completely naked; the dogs had ripped the clothing from her body, even her shoes were gone. It was a slow, horrendous death, with pools of blood everywhere. Once on scene, the blood thirsty dogs attacked the police officers and they had to be put down.

Though everyone knows what happened, that he likely set the dogs free to kill her on purpose, that Andrew and Julie had to have heard Klonda being ripped to shreds, nothing much could be done about it. The security cameras which Klonda had depended on were somehow unplugged. Now, some people believe this was done purposely, that someone had likely broken into Klonda's home again and unplugged them, but that couldn't be proven; it is possible that the plug simply fell out. Andrew and Julie were merely charged with failure to control their animals, which was only a misdemeanor! Andrew served 150 days in jail, his girlfriend was only sentenced to 90.

The only good thing to come from this is a new law which was put in place; The Klonda Richey act reforms dog laws. If something like this were to happen today, the dogs will be taken care of before it ever reaches this point. Andrew has, however, been sentenced to 5 years after being found guilty for causing those head injuries to his step daughter.

*There is a doc about this on ID- Fear They Neighbors, and the episode is Hell Hounds.

So, was Klonda a busybody neighbor who needed to mind her business? Yeah, probably. But did she deserve to die? Very few deserve this type of fate! Plus, because of the way these dogs were trained by Andrew, they had to be put down. It's a sad case all together, and it should never have happened considering how many times she tried to get help! Tell me what you think, what kind of punishment should Andrew have received?

#true story #true crime #true crime community #true crime junkie #true crime blog #true crime scene #crime scene photos #crime scene #pit bull #pit bulls #what do you think?#what do you think #dayton #ohio #dayton ohio

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El Amor Todo Lo Puede Chapter 35: Danger and Pain

Chapters 1-31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34

The New York legal and penal systems were massive, ponderous bureaucracies that took forever to get anything done, and where mistakes happened with deplorable regularity. One of those common, administrative, regrettable but seemingly innocuous mistakes was not notifying Olivia Benson or Rafael Barba when Andrew Rhee somehow managed to get paroled from Riker’s Island. Which was supposed to have been flagged as a critical notification, because Andrew Rhee had sworn, often and on the record, that his first act as a free man would be to kill Rafael Barba.

Andrew Rhee was vicious. His barbaric treatment of the women he’d trafficked and put to work on the streets was notorious even for that monstrous business. Building and prosecuting the case that put him away was one of SVU’s proudest achievements. It had been hideous, tedious, heartbreaking work that took almost a year of slowly, painstakingly building trust with women who were too brutalized even to care about themselves, let alone to believe in the possibility of justice.

Their stroke of luck, if you could call it that, came from the fact that Rhee’s savagery extended to everyone he came across. He’d betrayed a low-level pimp who had turned out to be even more vindictive than Rhee was. That had led to a wiretapped phone call, a recorded meeting, and an arrest on charges related to running the prostitution ring as well as conspiracy related to laundering the money from that ring. It wasn’t enough, and it wasn’t what they’d wanted or Rhee had deserved, but at least Rhee was in prison. Until he wasn’t.

*****

Laura felt a large, warm hand snaking up from the back of her thigh, over her buttocks, and onto her back.

“It’s the middle of the night,” she whined thickly into her pillow.

“It’s six a.m. And since when do you complain when I wake you up the middle of the night?”

Laura pulled her pillow over her head. “Because this time you’re going to tell me it’s morning.”

“It is morning.”

“Told you.”

Rafael could hear muttered Spanish curses emanating from under the pillow. He smiled as he scooted closer and began to kiss his way from Laura’s shoulder to her back, and down her flank, chuckling victoriously as he felt her roll over to give him access to her breasts.

“I thought we were working on making you more of a morning person.”

“Understandable mistake. You like morning sex. I just like the sex part, not the morning part.”

Rafael’s cheerful, dirty, promising laugh against her skin swept away the last of Laura’s sleepiness. She emerged from under her pillow to scoot closer to Rafael, running her hands over the parts of him she could reach. He was in a raunchy mood this morning, having been awakened by a very sexy dream, and by the time they had enjoyed all the positions he had in mind, they had to scramble to make it to work on time.

*******

The juxtaposition of the two phone calls probably saved Rafael’s life. The unit wasted no time making the connection because, at the same time Chief Dodds called Olivia to notify her of Rhee’s parole, Carmen called Laura to ask why Rafael hadn’t shown up for work.

Amanda Rollins immediately got online, working to find Rafael’s car using license plate recognition programs available to the NYPD. That part was easy, too, because there was already a police report regarding the silver-blue Audi, abandoned still running and with the door open two blocks from Rafael’s office. Without discussion, the entire squad grabbed coats and sped to the location.

The passenger’s-side rear of the car showed clearly that it had been rammed off the street and into a street lamp, which was now embedded in the front grille. There was blood on the drivers’ seat and the door.

Olivia tried to tell Laura that she could not be involved in the investigation. That lasted four tense, growled sentences between the two.

“You’re too personally involved.”

“I’m going to help find him. Liv, you know I trained under Hank Voight. Do you want to work together, or do you want me on my own?”

“Don’t threaten me. I’ll allow you to continue as long as you do exactly as I tell you. And you will not go Voight on this. You go outside those parameters, I’ll cuff you in the back of a squad for the duration. Are we clear?”

“We’re clear.”

Laura wanted to work as part of the team. She had worked for Olivia long enough now to develop a primary instinct to do things right. But she wondered whether there was anything Benson, Fin, or anyone else could do to stop her from doing whatever it took to find Rafael. She doubted it. She clamped down on her fear, channeling all her energy into the laser focus and organized, systematic working of the situation she had been trained for. Find the bastard and get Rafael back alive. That was the mission. Emotion had no place here. Had anyone from CPD Intelligence been there, they would have recognized in Laura the beady-eyed, steely wiredness that Voight got when he was on the hunt.

Canvassing the area for witnesses, and collecting and reviewing footage from the many video cameras in the area seemed to take longer than it ever had before. The entire team was angry, on-edge, and restless. Laura was the one romantically involved with him, but Barba was a key member of the team, important to all of them. He was family. And he was in the hands of a vicious bastard who had vowed to kill him. They were all spoiling for a fight, not least Olivia Benson.

They found no witnesses who could tell them anything the first video camera didn’t. The city traffic camera on the corner nearest the crash scene showed a black SUV intentionally and ruthlessly ramming Rafael’s Audi into the streetlight, pinning it so it couldn’t move. The squad immediately began to assess everything in every frame of the video for information that would guide their next steps. They were able to read the license plate of the SUV, which had been reported stolen the night before. Laura and Fin were dispatched to talk to the owner, to see what they could learn that may lead them to Rhee.

And the video clearly showed that it was Rhee who had crashed Rafael’s car and forced him at gunpoint into the back seat of the SUV. The squad was alarmed to see that, prior to even forcing him from the car, Rhee had brutally pistol-whipped Rafael. The level of anger in that short few frames was terrifying. Rafael did not have a lot of time.

As Fin and Laura tore out to interview the owner of the stolen SUV, Rollins and Carisi began combing traffic footage from the time of the crash looking for where the SUV had gone. Olivia worked the phones. She ordered the entire file and all the evidence on the Rhee case delivered to the squad room emergently, then began to gather all the intel possible on Rhee’s known associates and what they’d been doing since he’d been in prison. After that, she got to work on all his communications while he was in Riker’s – all phone calls and visitors.

*******

The abandoned old house on Long Island took forever to reach. Rafael’s head was pounding, his face bleeding freely, and Rhee’s first action upon shoving him into the back seat of the SUV was to cuff his hands behind him so that he had no way of stemming the flow of blood. He was alarmed at the size of the ever-increasing spot on the upholstery where his head lay.

He tried to talk to Rhee. Make a connection, right? Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do? Make the kidnapper see you as a person?

The problem was, Rhee already saw Barba as a person; a cocky, smart-ass lawyer with all the power of the state behind him, who had stood up in court for five days talking filth and telling lies about Rhee and his businesses. Disrespect didn’t come close to what he’d done to Rhee. The cops, Rhee didn’t give a damn about. Cops were impotent vermin he could outsmart any day of the week. But this little fuck, poncing around in his faggy suits, using twenty-dollar words when one syllable would do, convinced of his own superiority over someone like Rhee, getting Rhee sent to rot in prison… Oh, yeah. This prick had to die. And he would. But first, he was going to suffer.

He’d begun to plan his revenge even before the verdict came down. Rhee had plenty of friends. There weren’t a lot of people he trusted, but there were plenty of people about whom he knew things that could get them killed or busted. Plenty of people who owed him, or were afraid enough of him to do whatever he asked. So he’d learned about Barba – his home address, his family, his schedule, and he’d kept tabs on him. Anyone with Rhee’s connections could get that kind of information. He was sorry that his information indicated Barba was some sort of a monk – he would have liked to find some little piece of ass Barba was sweet on and make him watch while Rhee tore them apart in every sense of the phrase. Oh, well.

It was clear to Rafael that he wasn’t going to be bonding with Rhee when, at the first opportunity, Rhee had pulled off the road and given him a solid fist to the mouth.

“Next time it’s my foot. Shut the fuck up.”

Being Barba, however, he’d spit out the blood and tried again a few minutes later. This time, he reminded Rhee about the number of times he’d threatened Barba in front of cops, fellow attorneys, and even the trial judge. Rhee had not made himself popular with New York law enforcement, even before he’d finally been caught. He was slippery and had relished every opportunity to taunt the cops, right up until Lieutenant Benson had finally found a way to arrest him.

“You know it’s going to be obvious this was you. You might kill me, but you’ll just go right back to Riker’s. And this time, you won’t see the light of day again. Think about that.”

“Fuck you. Shut up!”

“You wanna stay out? Just pull over and let me out. That’s it. It ends here, we both go on with our lives.”

This time, Rhee used the duct tape he’d brought. He’d kind of been hoping for some crying and begging, which is why he’d left it off before. He should’ve known this arrogant little asshole wouldn’t cooperate.

Rafael tried not to wonder whether anyone had noticed him missing yet.

*******

Fin leaned hard on his forearm against the throat of the guy pressed up to the wall of his stuffy, cluttered office at the back of his Asian restaurant.

“You really, really wanna talk right now. ‘Cuz your buddy’s gone and kidnapped a D.A., and nobody’s gonna blink if I mess up a lowlife like you gettin’ him back.”

The fear and pain on the fat man’s face didn’t stop him from gulping air and telling Fin to go to hell. Fin heard Laura unsnap her holster and draw her Glock.

“Move, Fin.”

“You hear that? My partner’s done with this polite chat we’re havin’. She ain’t gon’ shoot you in the head, neither, ya feel me?”

“Screw you,” the fat man coughed out.

Fin pulled him from the wall and shoved him, bodily, into a sitting position in his chair. Laura stepped to him and put the muzzle of her gun into his crotch. He froze, breathing heavily, his eyes round as he looked from Fin to Laura.

“You sure about this, Killa?” Fin looked concerned. Laura honestly didn’t know whether the concern was an act for the benefit of the fat guy coughing and sweating in the chair. It wasn’t an act. Fin knew more than anyone how serious things had become between his partner and Barba. That, combined with the look on her face and the rusty iron in her voice, made it less than even money that she was bluffing.

“I’m gonna count to three, and then I’m gonna make you real sorry you didn’t just answer my partner’s questions. One.”

“Fuck you. You can’t do this-“

“You’re watching me do it. Two.”

“You can’t – I can’t tell you anything. Rhee’s a maniac. He’ll kill me.”

“You probably won’t care that much once I shoot off your dick. Three-“

“OK! OK! Fuck!”

Laura didn’t shoot, but didn’t move the gun, either. In fact, she shoved it painfully into his groin.

“Talk. Now.”

According to the fat man, Rhee had been working with some of his former associates while he was in prison, paying them through a girlfriend with access to his hidden bank accounts. At first, he’d just been buying information about the D.A. who had sent him up. More recently, when it looked like Rhee might be able to make a deal that would get him out early, he’d wanted more concrete things. Exactly what, the fat man didn’t know. But he knew enough to have no doubt Rhee had taken that D.A., and had some grisly plans for him.

Having exhausted threats, Laura had broken the guy’s nose getting the names of the former associates who had helped Rhee prepare to kidnap Rafael.

“Dude’s nose was already broken when we got there,” Fin noted as they rushed out of the restaurant to their squad car.

“Whatever,” Laura agreed. “How’d I get his blood on me?”

“You’re a helper.”

“Ah.”

“Call Liv. Let her know where we’re headed.”

*******

The walk from the car past the ramshackle, weed-choked house was unpleasant but uneventful. Rafael was not about to try anything physical. Not with his hands cuffed behind him and his ears still ringing from Rhee’s latest punch in his face, administered as he pulled Rafael from the car and threatened more if he tried anything. He wondered what Laura would do in his position. She probably wouldn’t be in this position, he thought. She’d have kicked the guy’s teeth down his throat, arrested him, and be explaining to me right now why it wasn’t her fault while I gave her shit about it. The thought of Laura, going about her day, having no idea what was happening to him, made him physically sick. Or maybe that was the blows to the head. In any event, he couldn’t think about her. It made his heart hurt to think what she would go through when she learned he’d been abducted. And probably killed.

Rhee pushed Rafael ahead of him to an outbuilding that was as dilapidated as the house. Rafael saw when he was shoved through the door that it was a stable that had apparently housed horses at one time. The first room had been a tack room; there were hooks and shelves for harnesses and saddles, and a sort of built-in series of cupboards. From there, they passed into the stable itself and he saw that one stall had been fitted with floor to ceiling iron bars. Given the fresh sawdust and the debris of a wooden gate that had been removed, Rafael guessed this crude cell had been built especially for him. Lovely. He tried very hard to be annoyed. It helped keep the terror at bay.

*******

Between them, the squad determined which two of Rhee’s “associates” named by the fat man were most likely to know where he was. Fin and Laura went to see one, while Olivia and Carisi went to the other. Rollins stayed in the squad room, coordinating communication and trying to keep control of the help being offered by Chief Dodds and D.A. McCoy. She sent the extra detectives provided by Dodds to see the other associates on the fat man’s list. She tasked the investigators on loan from the D.A.’s office with reviewing traffic cam footage and the files from SVU’s previous investigation of Rhee.

They would find Barba in time. They had to.

*******

The madam Fin and Laura burst in on looked very young to be running a brothel staffed by underage boys and girls tricked into believing they had been offered opportunities in the U.S. and then, upon arrival, forced into sexual slavery. She also looked very old to be as young as she was. Too bad. She could be a victim another day. Today she was standing between SVU and getting Rafael home safely.

Fin tried to bully her. She’d been bullied for as long as she could remember by men who hit first and threatened later. Laura tried to shame her. She laughed. Fin tried to bribe her. She was interested, but ultimately couldn’t agree to a deal because she knew what Rhee would do to her. Laura smacked her around a bit, and that seemed to have a small effect, but not nearly enough. Fin raged and threatened all kinds of legal and financial disasters if she didn’t cooperate. Although that had no effect, the difference between her reactions to Fin and her reactions to Laura told them both what would work. They didn’t need to discuss it. They’d been working together long enough and closely enough to have little need for words in this situation.

“Fin,” Laura said quietly. “Get out of here.”

Fin turned to her from where he’d been standing, looming over the madam. He didn’t say anything, just looked at Laura.

“Take a walk,” she said in that hard, cruel voice he’d heard when she’d spoken to the fat man, made more threatening by the fact that now she was almost whispering.

“Man, I don’t know…”

“You don’t want to be here for this.”

“Killa, you know we’re already on thin ice…”

“Don’t worry. You weren’t here.”

The madam looked from one to the other, fear showing on her face for the first time. Laura reached down and lifted a pant leg, pulling a knife from a sheath strapped to her ankle. Fin walked past Laura to the door.

Keeping her eyes on the madam, she said to Fin, “Go.”

“I’ll be right outside the door,” he told her.

“Don’t worry about what you hear.”

“I ain’t tryna hear nothing,” he said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Laura was shaking as she approached the madam. The madam noticed that. She also noticed the subtle but unmistakable muscle definition in Laura’s arms, and the animal way she moved. She’d noticed the blood on Laura’s shirt the minute they’d walked into the room, but hadn’t thought much about it until this moment. That, and the look on Laura’s face, made the madam wonder whether Rhee was the one she needed to be afraid of right that moment. Had she ever heard the name Hank Voight, she would have known the answer.

Fin heard a harsh exchange of words too quiet to make out, then a stifled cry of pain followed by heavy breathing. He hoped he wasn’t hearing the end of his and Laura’s police careers. Then he thought about what he knew about Andrew Rhee, and the fact that Barba was in Rhee’s control right this minute. He pointedly ignored the scuffles and muffled screams that came through the door over the next five minutes.

When Laura came out of the room, she closed the door before Fin could see the madam. There was fresh blood on Laura’s shirt and arm and she was wiping the tip of her knife with a tissue.

“She’ll be fine. There’s a house on Long Island. We need to get back to the station.”

*******

Rhee had apparently not been to the house before. He threw Rafael into the cell, gave him a few halfhearted kicks in the ribs, then closed and locked the bars at the entrance. Through his one good eye, Rafael saw him check out the soundness of the bars, then look around the stable, lifting objects and opening boxes stacked near the wall opposite the cell. There were tools in one of the boxes. Pliers. Jumper cables. And in a plastic case, there were vials and syringes. Rafael began to gag just as Rhee left the stable, giving no hint of where he was going, or when he would return.

The late winter afternoon light was almost gone.

*******

Amanda had made good use of the investigators and extra detectives in the squad room. They had learned quite a bit about Rhee and the people he’d been involved with before his incarceration. They were fairly sure they’d identified his girlfriend, and Amanda had sent two detectives to find her and bring her back. If anyone knew where Rhee would go, she should.

Fin and Laura arrived at the squad room just before Benson and Carisi. The two of them had obtained a list of some of the things Rhee had obtained from prison. It wasn’t good. Olivia had decided that Laura didn’t need to know everything on the list. They would talk about the food and other survival supplies. She didn’t need to know about the other things.

Laura reported what the madam had told her. The madam hadn’t known much about where it was, but she knew that there had been a house out a ways on Long Island that had been a brothel, but was no longer used after Rhee went to prison. Pressed, the madam had said that it took somewhere between one and two hours to get there from Manhattan, and that it was in the middle of nowhere.

Once they knew they were looking on Long Island, the places to look for the SUV on traffic cameras narrowed significantly. To get from lower Manhattan to Long Island, Rhee would have to cross the East River, and it made sense to start with the bridges closest to the crash scene. Knowing the time of the crash and the direction Rhee likely went, the D.A.’s investigators divided up the potential routes and scoured traffic, and found the SUV crossing the Williamsburg Bridge about twenty minutes after the crash. It was impossible to see the men in the SUV, so there was no way to tell what Rafael’s condition had been at that point. But it was a start.

The problem was, there were too many places to look once the SUV crossed into Brooklyn. At first, they easily followed it along the Brooklyn Queens Expressway. But that ended once the SUV reached the massive, tangled interchange where the BQE met the Long Island and Queens Midtown Expressways, an impossible snarl of highways with innumerable ramps and service roads. With the added problem of inoperative cameras at some locations, after an hour and a half of looking, they had simply lost the SUV and had too many choices to quickly pick it up again.

Everyone’s taut nerves jangled with irritation and several none-too-professional exchanges occurred before D.A. McCoy quietly but firmly put an end to them and refocused efforts. He put his most computer-savvy investigators on mining real estate records, matching them against the names of known Rhee associates and businesses he had owned or been involved with. If they couldn’t find the SUV, they needed to find the house.

******

Olivia refused to allow Laura anywhere near the interrogation of Rhee’s girlfriend. Laura figured that she wouldn’t be able to be very effective in questioning her, anyway. Laura was too liable to go off, given her anxiety level and the lateness of the hour, and she knew neither Dodds nor McCoy would tolerate any Voight-level tactics. She wished Voight was here. She desperately wished Rafael was here.

At that moment, Laura promised herself that, when she saw him next, she was going to tell Rafael the truth about her feelings for him. However frightening it might be to him, he deserved to know that she was in love with him. She began to think about the possibility that he might die without ever hearing that from her, but the tears that threatened were mercilessly blinked away and the thoughts pushed roughly down. There was work to do. Rafael was out there, in pain and in extreme danger.

*******

Rhee returned about two hours after he’d left. When he let himself into the makeshift cell, there wasn’t much Rafael could do, handcuffed and lying on the filthy, straw-strewn floor. Even when he saw the syringe in Rhee’s hand, he could only kick at him and struggle away, until Rhee used his weight to pin Rafael’s legs and shoved the needle roughly through his shirt and into his arm.

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Jace was nervous again. There was really no other way to put it. Stomach ache, sweaty hands ( more so than usual ) and a lost appetite. Imogen was here now and this was the only chance he was going to get. The pressure was impossible to deal with. He could do robberies and heists just fine, but when it came to discussing his feelings with his grandmother he’d almost rather get arrested and thrown into prison for the rest of his life. That sounded like an exaggeration, but the knots in his stomach were almost unbearable to deal with. He brought this on himself, though, so deal with it was what he was going to have to do. It was the evening after the evening that they had first met Imogen in the restaurant. This time she was waiting for him in the bar of the hotel they had chosen for her. Clary was on the look-out at the other side of the room so he wouldn’t have to keep an eye on his surroundings overly much and could focus on the conversation he was going to have.

Imogen knew what Jace wanted to know. He wrote down in the letter that he sent her that he ‘wanted to talk about his parents’ and that he ‘didn’t understand how events could have happened as they did,’ deliberately keeping his phrasing vague in case the letter fell into the wrong hands. If Imogen didn’t want to discuss it, she wouldn’t have showed up, that much Jace was certain of. But part of him also felt like perhaps Imogen would tell him it didn’t matter any more because it was all in the past and that they had moved away from it by now. All was meant to be forgiven. And it was, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know to cast blame on her or loathe Valentine even more. He wanted to know so he could stop going over it inside of his head and get some peace at last. When Jace arrived at the bar, he quickly made eye-contact with Clary first. She was sitting at the bar, unrecognizable for Imogen, and was nursing a non-alcoholic drink. She looked like a random guest at the hotel, exactly how they planned. Despite of himself and knowing that he should focus on Imogen, Jace intended to keep an eye out for Clary. She could handle herself, but a young, attractive woman at a bar alone was sometimes all a man needed to get inappropriate as though that was an excuse and Jace didn’t intend to stand for it. After that lingering glance he straightened his back and made his way over to the table that Imogen was sat at waiting for him. The moment she saw him approach she got up and greeted him with a short hug. She smelled like that perfume that Jace swore that every women older than sixty wore, but the way she smiled and touched his hand briefly was unmistakably Imogen. She studied him, looking him up and down, and smiled then. “You look wonderful, darling,” she told him as they both sat down. “I’m glad you got rid of the dark hair. It didn’t suit you at all. Is Clarissa still coming, or is it just you and me this time?” Without thinking about it, Jace reached out to touch his hair briefly, pushing a lock back. He’d been happy to dye his hair back to its normal colour and now that it was growing out you could hardly see the difference. “I’m glad I did too,” he said. It had been a clever plan to dye it, but it backfired really fast when Clary almost got shot. “Clary and I agreed that I should go alone tonight. She’s at home.” She really wasn’t, but Imogen didn’t have to know that. Imogen smiled softly. It was the kind of smile that to Jace implied she knew all of his secrets and saw right through all his lies. He knew from experience that wasn’t entirely true, but Imogen was someone that was hard to lie to. “So I take it this is the conversation then,” she concluded, her words neutral. “Perhaps you should order a drink, Jonathan. We may be here a while. It’s on me. You already did so much to get me here.” Another thing that Jace had figured out about Imogen really early on was that she was the type of person that cut right to the chase. She didn’t like pleasantries or small talk when there was work to do or when there were serious topics to discuss. She liked to know where she stood in a situation and what she had to work with. She hadn’t known it with him, at first, which made her careful and wary, and Jace doubted she knew it now. Regardless, he got the both of them a drink at the bar ( he ordered a water, Imogen wanted a white wine ) and looked at Clary only briefly as he stood there waiting for the bartender to pour the drinks. In the meantime, he was sure Imogen was doing an assessment on what he was likely to ask and what things she could and couldn’t say. It didn’t matter much to him. He just wanted his answers, whether the story was long or short. When he returned, Imogen took a small sip of the glass of wine and put it back down on the table in front of her then. Her eyebrows frowned as she took him in again. “You wrote to me that you have questions, but I have something to ask you first,” she said to him then. “Why now? You spend months living with me and while you asked some stuff about your parents, you never got into detail about what you wanted to know like you want to now. But now it’s important enough to you to fly me out to Rio de Janeiro just to get a chance to talk to me.” Jace sighed briefly and immediately found himself wishing he had ordered something else than water. “I didn’t just fly you out because I wanted to talk about this,” he said defensively. “I wanted to see you. I missed you, Imogen.” Not untrue, at least, and according to the smile on Imogen’s face she accepted his words. “I never really got a chance to stand still and think until Clary and I moved here. So recently I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I realized I’m not okay with how things happened in my life. So in order to be more okay with it, I want to know how it happened.” This wasn’t him trying to blame others for the mistakes he made in his life. People who thought that was what he was doing didn’t know him at all. He stood by everything he did, good and bad, and accepted the consequences. He stood by the robberies and he stood by the heist of the Royal Mint. He even stood by leaving Imogen, no matter how much that hurt him. But that didn’t mean he didn’t think of what could have been. He thought of that all the time. Thankfully, Imogen accepted his explanation. “What do you want to know?” she asked as she reached out to touch one of his hands. Both were wrapped around the glass of water. “I’ll try to be as thorough as possible.” Jace took a moment to gather his thoughts to find out where he had to start asking questions. He decided to start with the thing that bothered him the most in order to get that out of the way at least. “How did I end up with Valentine as my parental figure? I know Stephen and Céline appointed him as my godfather, but you were also alive. Anyone that spend more than five minutes with Valentine must have been able to figure out he was not cut out to be a father. He wasn’t a good man. He should never have had a kid.” Imogen sighed briefly. “I agree,” she told him. “Céline adored Valentine and Stephen was friends with him. They saw the best in him. I didn’t. But I was grieving for my son and his wife and I did the only thing I shouldn’t have done, in hindsight. I made it a legal battle for custody. By the time the judge came to a ruling, Valentine was gone, had taken you with him and was never to be seen again for years.” Those words made Jace pinch the bridge of his nose, a reaction born out of stress. To an extent he understood why Imogen went to court over it. That had probably been the only way to get legal custody of her son’s baby. But she’d only been thinking of how she saw the situation and not of how Valentine did. Valentine didn’t believe in the law. The only thing Imogen really did by going to court was giving Valentine time to get away, because he would never have waited out the ruling or showed up at court at all. He had known Valentine all too well, so he was able to recognize immediately why going to court was an incredibly stupid plan. “Did you win?” he asked after a short silence. Before she replied, Imogen took her time to study him. Jace wondered what she was looking at and what she was looking for. Perhaps any similarities to Stephen and Céline. He didn’t know if he had any. He’d only ever seen a few pictures of his parents, the ones that Imogen showed him, and never spent too much time looking at them. “Yes, I won,” Imogen replied. “The police went to the apartment that Valentine gave up as his address and found it empty. They searched the entire city, but Valentine was gone. It was treated as an abduction for years, Valentine’s picture in every police station, but they never found him or you. In the end, I have to give up and realize I was never going to find you. A couple of years after that you showed up in a prison in Sevilla. I should have been horrified that you were arrested for a robbery and holding people at gunpoint, but I was only relieved that you were still alive.” “I figured we should stop meeting in prison buildings, so I invited you to Rio instead,” Jace said, attempting to break the tension with an admittedly terrible joke. “Even if you wouldn’t show, you’d at least know that I was alive, because I knew you cared. That you’d always cared.” Imogen nodded briefly on those words, a ghost of a smile on her lips as a reward for his attempt at humor. “Speaking of how I care about you, I feel I should apologize,” she said. “I’m sorry about how you lost Valentine. I was mad at Valentine and scared for you and since we caught him on camera, we knew exactly who to look out for, so we hunted him down.” Jace remembered that alright. Valentine may have been fatally shot during a robbery, but he’d known the moment it happened it wasn’t a normal incident. Police didn’t shoot robbers with the intent to kill unless the robbers were actively threatening to kill civilians. The police had arrived at the building way too fast, completely unlike what Valentine and him had calculated when they prepared the robbery, and they only had eyes for Valentine and were happy to let him run away with some of the jewelry he stole as they were closing in on Valentine. “I’m not sorry,” he said. “Valentine was a terrible man. It was the best that could have happened to me. Because I couldn’t lean on Valentine any more I had to learn to survive by myself. It made me meet Clary. It made me want to be better somehow.” “I’m sorry regardless,” Imogen said. “But I’m glad you feel that way about it.” Studying Imogen, Jace wondered if it hadn’t been extremely satisfying for her to hear the news that the man who killed her son and daughter-in-law and abducted her grandson was dead. That was what made him realize there was something he hadn’t mentioned yet, but had to. “You lied to me,” he said, the words coming out a lot more accusatory and pointedly than he meant it to. “That’s not what I wanted to say,” he was fast to backtrack. “But you did. You never told me that Valentine killed my parents. You always maintained they were shot during a robbery.” “How did you -” Imogen started, face expression a little startled. “Did you find someone to hack into the police system? The video evidence has been destroyed and there were no witnesses. You could only have found out by illegally getting through multiple barriers of security and reading both of your parents’ files.” She glared at him then. “Tell me you didn’t, Jonathan.” Jace chuckled briefly. “Technically I didn’t do anything. I can’t hack. I just sat there and gave the instructions. I wanted to be proven wrong. I wanted for their files to tell me that it was just a mistake in a robbery. But it didn’t.” And Imogen lied and he freaked out about it. Imogen sighed. “It’s probably a tad bit too late for me to scold at you for breaking the rules,” she observed. “You’re right. I lied to you. I wanted you to make up your own mind about Valentine. I wanted you to stay with me because you wanted to and not because I was the lesser evil to you. You didn’t want to, and when you were gone I realized I should have told you. In a way, sending men out to find Valentine was the way I needed to rectify that mistake.” She leaned forward then, eyebrows frowning: “Please tell me you didn’t see it happen.” Jace shook his head, and Imogen let out another sigh, of relief this time. Jace let go of his glass with one hand and touched her hand before laying it down on the table. “I just heard the gunshot,” he said. “That’s all. I didn’t look back or anything.” When Valentine left him during a robbery, Jace went to jail. But when he left Valentine, Valentine got what he deserved. That left one last question to ask. “So now you know I broke into my parents’ police files,” he said. “I looked through Céline’s file and she had an extensive medical file. I’m not an expert, so it just felt like the medical professional had dropped a bunch of names to seem impressive. For a while I felt like it was better not to know, but now I want to know. I have to know. What’s in her medical file? What do all these words mean?” Imogen seemed concerned now, probably because Jace wasn’t phrasing his words as carefully as he had been the rest of the conversation and seemed a little agitated. He thought that knowing what happened after his parents died was the most important to him, but it seemed that he’d been wrong about that. It was this. He had never known his parents and he could never get any answers directly from them, so this was the best he was going to be able to do. “Jonathan,” Imogen started, and stopped immediately when she saw his hardened face expression. “I didn’t know Céline very well,” she said. “Stephen and her were only married for a very short period of time. Stephen first married Amatis, but he divorced her for reasons he never told me about and married Céline. She was a very sweet girl. She clearly loved Stephen. But she was a little unstable.” “What does that mean, unstable?” Jace asked, who felt that he was starting to lose his patience. He could have done without knowing that his father had apparently been married before to some other woman that he’d never heard of. Imogen seemed to realize this was not the time to try and placate him. Instead, she was straight up with him in the way that she always seemed to want others to be. “Long story short, Céline’s parents abused him, mentally and physically. It was so bad that they weren’t invited to the wedding and that Stephen made sure they could never contact her again. So whatever mental issues you read about probably stemmed from her childhood. She was fragile, Jace. She was lovely, she was so kind and caring that you couldn’t help but love her and want to help her even though she didn’t want you to. She was -” That was where Imogen paused, because Jace buried his head in his hands, elbows leaning on the table in front of his glass of water. Whatever answer he had expected, this wasn’t it. Céline was raised exactly like he was. She survived, she found Stephen and was meant to live a long and somewhat happy life with her husband and her son. Instead, Valentine shot her before she even had a chance to do any of that, and Valentine put him through the exact same thing. “Are they still alive?“Jace questioned through his hands. “My other grandparents?“ “No,“ Imogen replied after a short silence. “Her father Jules died shortly after she got married to Stephen, and I got notice years ago that her mother Lisette had also died. Her maiden name is Montclaire, if you ever want to hack into files again.” Despite of the situation, or probably because of it, Jace cracked up at that remark. Imogen didn’t know it, but that was exactly the next logical step he would have taken. He knew a hacker, after all, another thing that Imogen didn’t know because she never read Clary’s file. “I need more,” he decided after he lifted his head again and put both of his hands at the table. “I know I’m torturing myself, but I have to know. She was raised the same way as me and we established earlier I’m not okay either, so if I’m anything like her I’ll probably end up acting the same. I need to know how she was and how you handled it.” Imogen hesitated visibly, again, but it seemed that something in Jace’s gaze made her speak. “Jace, your mother was an amazing woman. Don’t let her mental illness decide how you think of her. I brought you her old journals as well as letters that Stephen wrote. He even left one for you, as though he knew Valentine was going to betray him. Céline was much more than the damage that her childhood did, just as you’re much more as well.” “Thank you for bringing the journals and letters, but that’s not an answer,” Jace said coolly. “Okay,” Imogen conceded, reaching out to take one of his hands into hers. Jace itched to pull his hand away, but didn’t. “Céline had episodes where she seemed to be completely elsewhere. Another world, if it were. She would talk to herself and not acknowledge anyone else’s presence. Your father was the only one that could talk her out of those episodes. It didn’t happen often and she didn’t want anyone to know, afraid of what they would think. She refused to get any treatment for that reason.” She seemed to check if Jace was okay before she continued. “Her file, from what I’ve seen, diagnoses her with depression, PTSD and concentration issues, among other things. Of course, since she’d only seen a therapist once and had refused to go since we only have limited information, so that’s what we know.” It was official. If he heard anything more his head was going to explode. He knew that if Imogen wanted to talk he would get a lot of information, but he hadn’t expected quite as much.Moving his free hand to his glass, Jace emptied the glass of water in a few gulps and sighed deeply afterwards. “Are you alright, Jonathan?” Imogen asked. Jace shook his head and smiled. “Not even remotely,” he said. “Thank you, for all of this. I really needed to know this.” “We’re family,” Imogen reminded him softly as she squeezed into his hand. “You and I. And Clarissa, you and I. You’re not alone in this. So if you ever need anything, I’m here.” It was something of a miracle he didn’t cry then and there. He guessed he was too tired to.

#( you are not your own )

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borderlinepdfeels · 5 years

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TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, Sexual Assault, Story of disclosure.

This is how abuse #1 ended. I've always been fuzzy on the timeline but now that the timeline is more relevant than ever, I started searching. We never got to hear him plead "guility" because that's the court date he skipped. I mean, I wasn't there because my mom was trying to protect what was left of me. I was set to testify in the judges chambers, I wasn't to be in the court room. I was 9 when it all came out, 6 when it started. I don't remember this time in my life, I'm relaying what I was told.

After 3 years of my moms best friend living with us, babysitting us, helping her through her cancer, my auntie told my mom she had suspicions that I had been hurt. My mom came up to talk to me. She asked me if anything happened and I said no. She said I could trust her. I burst out crying, saying his name. She brought my older brother into my room and locked the door. Then she tried to put my dads shot gun together. I'm so, so glad she couldn't figure it out. My uncle J walked in and asked what was going on, my mom broke down. They went and told uncle T in the shed and he tried to get into the house. Uncle J stopped him but took a few punches. Said they needed to do it right. My mom came and got me, took me to the hospital. Uncle J slashed his tires and sat in the same room as him for 6 hours, not letting on that he knew, waiting for cops. I was examined and talked to by police officers, I don't remember it. I was dropped off at my aunties and my mom went back to the house with the police. The cop told him he was under arrest, that's it. My mom said "how could you, why" that's it.

He said he didn't do it.

My mom said "we never said what it was, so tell me, what didn't you do?"

He was arrested and placed bail a few days later. $1000. Before the court date he didn't show up to, my mom was called in to a meeting with the attorney general or whatever. They told her that he wouldn't get jail time. That he would be put on the sex offenders list, have to quit his job at the hospital, and we would have restraining orders because it was his first offence and it was a minor offence.

I found out about his suicide when I was 15ish. I didn't know for a very long time. I go back and forth between glad, and so fucking pissed that I was the victim and I'm the only one living with the consequences.

Sidenote. His mom was very vocal about me being a liar. I always daydreamed about telling her off, telling her to look at me and tell me I lied. While in this rabbit hole of him, I found out that she died in 2017. Missed opportunities.

#my story #my life #bpd blog

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caitstandsforcaitlyn · 5 years

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The cost of truth

Series: Chernobyl - HBO Word count: 2146 Time of reading: 8 minutes Song recomended: Vichnaya Pamyat

Writter notes: Please keep in mind that my first language isn’t english, so if you find a grotesque error, please notify me so I can correct.

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- … That is how a nuclear reactor explodes. Lies.

That single phrase was able to shock the entire court, driving them mute for several minutes before the judge finally close the section for that day, wishing that he hadn’t listen to comrade Shcherbina, he should never had left Legasov finish his testimony. It was embarrassing and shameful, not to mention the amount of state secrets that this mere scientist just spread to the public. Many mouths would have to be shut after today, starting by Legasov’s.

At the end of the section, the judge was the first person to disappear among the mass of people leaving the court.

While Legasov was busy gathering all his evidence and material used to explain everything, Shcherbina’s eyes wouldn’t leave him, for not even the deputy could believe he actually said those words, he actually had the courage to call the state a liar. But wasn’t exactly this what Khomyuk wanted him to do? And Boris agreed with it in the end. For he knew Legasov was a brave man. He was one of the few who willingly entered an open reactor. They both had swim too far to simply die on the beach. Of course he knew all fault would be assigned to Legasov, once he was the specialist and the very person to call out the government. But they had to hear those words coming from his mouth for this very purpose. He was the specialist.

As Khomyuk rose from her seat and walk towards Legasov to accompany him out, a not-so-strange face approached Boris, followed by his partner. The agent who was following him everywhere looks more serious than ever.

Shcherbina’s stare met Legasov’s concerned one, only to calm both him and Khomyuk. As they took their leave, the agent stared seriously at the deputy.

- I do believe you are aware of the measures we shall take now. – He wasn’t asking. Maybe that man was only following orders from above, given in case of Valery saying something he shouldn’t. Of course Shcherbina knew that the KGB had already predicted that.

But whatever reaction that man hoped to pull out from the deputy, he wasn’t going to get it, for Boris stood motionless as a rock. He didn’t said a word or even moved, just stood there staring back at the man. He could imagine what would be their course of action now: arresting Legasov and interviewing Khomyuk and himself, plus twisting everything they three said until something acceptable come out of it.

After a long time of silence the deputy raised an eyebrow at both of the men.

- If I’m not getting arrested, I suggest you both excuse me. – He walked between the agents, heading to the exterior of the building.

Many people were already gone, for Chernobyl was nothing more than a sign of disease and danger now, even far away from the power plant. Outside he would find four agents surrounding Khomyuk, while Valery was nowhere to be seen.

Shcherbina was a layman in many subjects, but there were two things he understand way too well: The government and the KGB. Soon as the agents spotted him, the group approached and no words needed to be said. They were both escorted into a small room on the lower floor of the court and then left alone with the door closed and – probably – guards outside.

Almost one hour passed and both the professor and the deputy remain in silence, dealing with the guilt that ate them alive.

- Comrade… - Khomyuk broke the silence, but her voice was low, as if she was scared of being heard. What probably was happening. – What do you think

- I don’t know. – He was quick to answer, but not because he didn’t knew, only because he didn’t want to think about it. – We can only hope that Charkov come talk to us first.

Khomyuk kept that worried stare and every minute of silence only made the tension grow. Until the door was open and the familiar short man entered the room. Boris took a deep breath at the second he saw Charkov, followed by a sigh of relief that only Khomyuk heard. He noticed the moment when Ulana intended to rise from her chair, but he immediately held her wrist beneath the table, stopping her from doing it; And his stare was enough for her to know he was going to do talk for both of them, or at least that he had a plan.

- I do believe you know in what kind of trouble professor Legasov got himself into this time. – Charkov had his hands held behind his back, and his serious stare fixed on the deputy.

- I do understand that he overdid himself, comrade. – At the second those words came out from Boris mouth, Ulana stared at him with furious eyes.

- And you do understand that I must follow the protocol and shoot him.

- Shoot him?! – She couldn’t just sit and watch while Shcherbina negotiated Valery’s life. – For what crime? For knowing more than you’d like him to?

- Khomyuk. – The deputy called her attention the first time.

- As if not enough the amount of secrets that you kept from the people, leading to this disaster, you now want to murder the very man who tried to save what left of our dignity?!

- KHOMYUK! – Shcherbina’s shout finally made her stop and stare at him. – Would you be kind enough to shut up?!

If Charkov was surprised by Shcherbina’s aggressiveness, he didn’t let it show. The man simply stared at Ulana, as the sentimental creature that he considered her to be. And then turning his gaze to the deputy, who seemed to magically recover from his burst.

- Comrade Charkov, I do understand the need of keeping the state at safe from his speech coming into public. But I also know your men will do an excellent job to prevent this from happening.

The vice-president only stared at the deputy with his shark eyes. Always looking for a flaw, although Shcherbina hardly would give him anything to work with, they were both well trained man.

- Legasov is now a name that the entire world knows. “The one soviet scientist that tells the truth.” – He reminded about the title in the foreign newspapers. – Shooting him after everything the world heard in Viena won’t make sense, it might even open a door to the Americans doubt us even more.

- Are you suggesting that he should walk away unpunished, comrade? – Charkov was fast to use the only flaw that he found on Shcherbina’s speech.

- Under no circumstance. – At every word of his, Ulana disgust only grows. But she hardly could see that he was trying to protect all of them, much as he could. – He must face the consequences of the things he choose to say today, but I don’t believe to be necessary such strong action.

A quick moment of silent took place in the small room while Charkov considered the words of the deputy.

- He shall be removed from his position at the Kurchatov institute. – He declared with a firm tone, this time there was nothing none of them could say to change his decision. – None of his work will ever matter again, and any of the other scientists that were involved at Chernobyl’s case will be credited for his work. – There was no need for him to inform them of his decision, but he did anyway.

The stare in Ulana’s eye told everything that Charkov needed to know to make his next line hurt the most. – He will become so immaterial to the world, that when his cancer finally kill him, no one will miss the man.

Their shock was the maximum reaction that Charkov could expect, and while staring at Khomyuk with his emotionless eyes, he could notice that she was the only one who perceived the manner how he had just killed Legasov in a different way.

- Wise decision, comrade. – Shcherbina was only shocked with the news of his friend’s disease, deep in his mind he had just saved Legasov’s life from ending too early.

As Charkov left the room leaving the door open and the corridor clear for them to leave, Ulana took several minutes to finally rise from her chair.

Of course Shcherbina would never understand how cruel was Charkov’s decision. To deny a scientist the credit to his own work was the same as killing them, crueler even, for this was not a way to kill their bodies, but their souls.

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- You’re just a dying man who forgot himself. - Charkov didn’t needed to say this, Legasov already knew that he was aware of his condition. The only thing Charkov intended was to hurt the professor with his words.

- I know who I am. And I know what I’ve done. - Legasov took a moment to think if it would be wise to say his next words, but in the end, this couldn’t be worse. - In a just world I would be shot for my lies. But not for this, not for the truth.

- Scientists… And their idiot obsession with reasons.

Legasov was already used to this kind of insult coming from the party’s men. His eyes only met the director’s when his voice went high.

- When the bullet meet your skull, why would it matter? Why?

What Charkov once heard about Legasov just became true, right in front of his eyes. He was naive, and his most dangerous weapon was his sharp tongue. This man wasn’t afraid of getting shot, for he was already dying. And a man who is not afraid of death doesn’t have much to hold on to.

- No one is getting you shot, Legasov. The whole world saw you in Viena, it would be embarrassing to kill you now. And for what? Your testimony today will not be accepted by the state, it will not be disseminated in the press. It never happened. You will live for however long you have, but not as a scientist, not anymore. You will keep your title and your office, but no duties, no authority. No one will talk to you, no one will listen to you. Other man, lesser than, will receive credit for the things you have done. Your legacy is now their legacy. You will live long enough to see that.

It was indeed simple as that. Charkov would erase him from history, but apparently not even that was enough to bend his spirit. He was sad about the end of his life as a scientist, but he wasn’t broken. And all Charkov wanted to ensure was that this man felt dead inside.

- What role did Shcherbina played in this?

This was the right question. As Legasov raised his eyes to face the director, Charkov knew that this was his pressure point.

His friends.

- None. He didn’t knew what I was going to say. - And indeed he might not know.

- What role did Khomyuk played in this?

- None. She didn’t know either.

This man was so attached to those people, that it was almost a christmas gift to Charkov.

- After all you’ve said and done today. It would be curious if you choose this moment to lie. - All he needed was a confirmation. That both Shcherbina and Khomyuk helped Legasov to reach the final text he spit on that trial. And he only needed a second to find a punishment to them all.

- I’d think a man of your experience would know a lie when he hears one. - Legasov’s face was a golden ticket. He was so desperate to save his friends from getting a fate like his.

- You will not meet or communicate with either one of them ever again. You will not communicate about Chernobyl with anyone ever again. You will become so immaterial to the world around you, that when you finally do die, it will be extremely hard to know that you ever lived at all.

That was exactly what Charkov was looking for. A broken man who regret his entire existence.

As Charkov took his leave, leaving the door open, his men already knew what to do. They escorted Legasov into the car and even though Shcherbina and Khomyuk were waiting next to the deputy’s car, he wasn’t even allowed to get close to them. He wasn’t going to address a word to them.

The weight of his conscience would fall over him and consume all what was left of his spirit, and Boris wouldn’t be around to help him to stand; The KGB was going to ensure that. As Boris disease was going to consume him, and Legasov wouldn’t be around to take care of him.

In the end, Chernobyl did more than kill their bodies.

#Chernobyl #HBO #Valery Legasov #Boris Shcherbina #Vichnaya Pamyat #Fanfic #stories #The cost of truth

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fortheloveofsakkara · 5 years

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Our Broken Judicial System

Kyle’s case: A Judicial Disgrace

Chapter One: And so it begins.......

As Americans, we are taught to respect and trust our judicial officers. We believe judges and commissioners are honest, trustworthy and fair to all. They take an oath to defend our Constitution, right? They’re supposed to follow our laws, as they are written, to rule without opinion, to be unbiased and search for truth. They are suppose to make their rulings based on facts and evidence. Prosecutors were the legal representatives of the people, the protectors that rid communities of criminals to keep everyone safe. We are taught to believe that prosecutors are honest. There are rules that they are to follow, procedures, law and they are to perform their duties with integrity while safeguarding the rights and liberties of all. It is shocking and unbelievable to learn that there are judges that cannot be trusted, to learned that prosecutors place their conviction rate above all else and despicable to discover that defense attorneys do little to nothing to defend their clients. How is this possible? This story comes straight from the court record and is documented for all to verify.

Our judicial system is no longer working. It needs not only to be overhauled, it needs to be drained of all the bad actors. Judges and Commissioners need to be monitored in everything they do in the courtroom and it must be transparent to the public.

This is the story of one man’s decent into hell. His story is shocking and it undermines the trust that should never be broken between the public and our judicial officers. How can a society function safely if our trust is compromised? Our judicial system exists for only one reason, to keep the public safe.

There are twists and turns, there are facts that will make you shake your head in disbelief.

Kyle met Douangchay Nelson in early January 2008. She was exotic and mysterious. She was among the “A” crowd in the clubs of downtown Seattle. She lived in a high rise building just a block away from the club where these two met. You could set your watch to when she’d arrive and how long she’d stayed. She knew everyone that frequented these clubs, and was fully aware of the goings on there. She had been going to these clubs since turning 21 years old and at the time she met Kyle, her age was 32. Kyle, on the other hand, wasn’t the clubbing type and had only been a few times. Douangchay was also fully aware when a new face showed up in the crowd, after all, she’d been a fixture there for over ten years. That fateful night Douangchay was being pursued by another man, and while dancing, she grabbed Kyle’s arm and lied to the other man. She told the other man that Kyle was her boyfriend. As the evening went on, Kyle and Douangchay danced and talked. At the end of the night, Kyle asked to walk her home. She agreed and they spent that night and the whole of the following day together. They exchanged phone numbers and Kyle went home. A little over 30 days later, Douangchay had moved Kyle into her high rise apartment. This is how their relationship began. Getting himself entangled with the woman would be Kyle’s undoing.

After a few months, Kyle discovered that Douangchay had a young son, who was obviously not in her life. When Kyle asked about her boy, she would become irritated and change the subject. Kyle didn’t understand, and she blamed her son’s father. She told Kyle that he was abusive. Kyle had no reason to believe she would lie about this. He took her at her word.

It wasn’t long after and Kyle discovered Douangchay was, also still married. What is known is that she married in 2001 and according to her, her husband, like the father of her son, was abusive, also. (Are you starting to see a pattern?) Kyle felt bad for this poor woman that had been through so much. He could not have been more wrong about her.

Throughout the first two years, the relationship was pretty much like their first night. They, together now, frequented the clubs downtown. Douangchay, despite having a boyfriend, refused to change her need to spend Thursday through Sunday in the clubs. When Kyle suggested they do something other than clubbing, she would becoming angry and a ‘How dare you suggest I do something other than go to the clubs’, attitude would emerge. It became the root of almost every argument they had throughout the entire eight (8) years of their relationship. Kyle, many times, went along just to save an argument. She was adamant that going to the club was never to be trifled with, no exceptions allowed.

January 30, 2010, a Saturday, was slightly different because on this night the couple was invited to a party at a sports bar about 15 miles from where they lived. Kyle knew none of Douangchay friends that would be attending this party, so he agreed to be the driver and let her do as much partying as she desired. She started drinking before they left their apartment. Kyle stayed sober. As the night went on, Kyle couldn’t help but notice that Douangchay was drinking in excess. He’d never seen her drink like this before. She was challenging others to “drink them under the table” and within an hours time, she consumed no less than six shots of hard alcohol. She was becoming more and more inebriated and obnoxious, both in word and action. She was stumbling and slurring her words. Kyle started to watch closer at this point. He asked her to slow down with her drinking and this enraged her. She started calling Kyle names, telling the others that Kyle was her “gay boyfriend”. Embarrassed by her behavior, Kyle knew he needed to get her home to bed so she could sleep this off. Outside the bar, Kyle finally convinced her to let him take her home. The couple went back inside and told the party their good byes. Kyle helped Douangchay into his Jeep and they started for home.

On that ride, Douangchay started her ranting and raving once again. She called him “gay” and “a piece of shit”. Kyle told her she was drunk and to be quiet and her response to that was, “The only reason your ex girlfriend stayed with you is because she was fat, ugly and insecure”. Kyle ignored her verbal attack and she turned into something Kyle had never seen, nor dealt with, in his life. She began a physical attack scratching and hitting him; screaming, calling him a “piece of shit”. She was completely out of control, and Kyle had to stop her before she caused an accident. Yes, Kyle was driving at the time of this attack. Kyle grabbed for her and got ahold of her hair. He placed her head near the dashboard until he could safely come to a stop. This would later be used against him by the prosecution. Douangchay then opened the door of the vehicle and stumbled out. Kyle, in shock, drove his vehicle around the corner and parked it in the parking lot of their apartment complex. This attack happened just a half block from where they lived. Still reeling from what just happened, Kyle left, on foot. He needed to clear his head. Never in his life had he witnessed such behavior. He was hurt and mixed with emotions. He walked around for over two hours and had no idea that a person saw Douangchay stumbling around and called 911, thinking she could be hurt. EMS and police were dispatched to her. According to the police report, Douangchay refused to cooperate, and only admitted to calling Kyle gay. She left out the part where she physically attacked him. The police took her home. There is no way possible that the police could not have known that she was extremely intoxicated.

After clearing his head, Kyle decided to go home, he started to truly believe that the lady he had come to love would be apologetic. He believed she’d be remorseful for her behavior and they would be able to talk about what happened. He would be wrong, once again. He underestimated Douangchay’s rage. When Kyle opened the door to their apartment, all was quiet. Their bedroom door, just to the right of the front door, was closed. They lived there alone, so this was odd, that bedroom door was never closed. Kyle walked through the living room, past the kitchen and into the dining room. He sat with his back toward the bedroom door and proceeded in taking off his shoes. His plan was to sleep on the sofa and talk to Douangchay when she slept off her drunk. This was not to be. Seconds later, the bedroom door flew open and Douangchay sprinted toward Kyle, slapping and scratching at his head, back and shoulders. Kyle was in total disbelief. He stood up with arms flailing about trying to defend off this second attack. He made contact, with her face, arms and upper body, numerous times. All the while Douangchay yelling, “Are you happy now you hit a girl?” She was, in no way, going to take responsibility for her own actions. Kyle was dumbfounded by her behavior and her blaming him for all of this. It was like she was possessed. Douangchay, by her own admission, in the police report, ran out of the door and started pounding on the neighbor’s door. When she received no reply, she re-entered their apartment. (It must be noted: The police asked Douangchay this question: Did he stop you from leaving?” And her reply was: “yes”. This was a contradiction of her statement made just seconds before. Clearly, if she was able to leave and beat on a neighbor’s door, she was able to leave all together) Upon re-entering the apartment, she ran to the bedroom, threw open the window and started screaming, “Help! A man is hitting me!” It’s very telling that she chose those words. Her using “a man” instead of “my boyfriend” is a classic projecting behavior.

Kyle was arrested, placed in jail and like Douangchay’s husband in 2002, Kyle agreed to a Stipulated Order of Continuance.

Kyle was not an abuser. Douangchay Nelson née Suannoy was, in fact, the abuser. Kyle was not her first victim nor her second, Kyle Collins was her third victim. All these men had only one common denominator, a very intoxicated Douangchay.

Chapter Two: Who is Douangchay, really?...

According to court records, Douangchay Nelson, née Suannoy was quite busy in her younger years. It is believed that she came to the United States in 1991 or 1992. She was 15 years old. She met a young man, we’ll call him Adam, and soon after they were parents to a baby boy. They tried for a couple years to make this relationship work, but when their son was two years old, it ended. She blames everything on Adam. “He was abusive”, she says. It’s unclear as to the truth of exactly what happened. It is true that Douangchay walked away from her toddler son and, if there is truth told by her, she left the boy with an “abusive” father. Adam has been interviewed on several occasions in preparation of writing this story and his account of events differ greatly from hers. No surprise there.

It’s very important to add a bit of information here. Douangchay is not a U.S. citizen, she holds a “green card” here in this country. A “green card” can be revoked if certain conditions arise. Giving a fake name in the commission of committing a crime, to law enforcement, is a serious crime and doing this can jeopardize the ability to maintain the “green card” status. A person can be deported for this offense. There are also laws about moral turpitude that can come into play. Things like abandoning a child, not paying child support and DUI, are all crimes of turpitude. Douangchay is guilty of many deportable offenses, as will become apparent in the next few paragraphs. Everything was kept from Kyle. For eight years he slept next to this woman, became engaged to be married to this woman and had a beautiful daughter with this woman. She, her family, and her numerous friends, all hid these facts from Kyle.

On February 4, 1998, charges of attempted possession of stolen property 2 were filed in King County, Washington District Court West Division, a class C felony, against “Vanessa” Suannoy. Yes, she, throughout this whole case used her alias. When the judge referred her to the Office of Public Defense, (hereafter OPD) on February 17, 1998, “Vanessa” failed to report to them. If she wanted a free lawyer, a screening would need to be done. These screening include showing identification and proof of income. Had she have reported to the OPD, it would have come to light that her true name, was in fact, Douangchay Suannoy, at this time. A prosecutor would have been, according to law, forced to add another charge. Knowingly making a false or misleading material statement to a police officer in violation of RCW 9A.76.175. The State would have had to charge her with refusal to give a name or address, or giving a false name or address under the specific statute of RCW 46.61.020. The likelihood of the judge allowing her plea to be reduced, after giving a false name, is not very likely. When a person gives false information, judges take it as the defendant is hiding truth, as they should. So, “Vanessa” Suannoy pleaded guilty to the charge and received a deferred prosecution. She was placed on probation for 12 months and a small fine was imposed. March 11, 1999, a review of the case would be held. This review was held, as scheduled, “Vanessa” did not show up, the court reviewed the case and she did not pay her fine. April 1, 1999, court reviewed again, defendant present. The court gave her another chance to get this right, yet on the last review, held on May 27, 1999, “Vanessa” again, is a no show. A warrant for her arrest was issued through 2002 and again through 2004. She was found guilty of both charges. By this time “Vanessa” Suannoy no longer existed. In November of 2001, “Vanessa” Suannoy married Scott David Nelson and she became Douangchay Nelson.

Douangchay Suannoy was arrested on February 22, 2000 and charged with DUI. This time she used her true name. She had an actual warrant still in King County, but because they were under different names, the authorities didn’t put two and two together. Douangchay skated right past the felony warrant.

Scott David Nelson was 24 years old when he married Douangchay Suannoy. On the marriage license she split her first name in two parts. So, literally, Scott married Douang Chay. Because of her behavior towards Kyle, we have to wonder if Scott knew about her criminal history. She was on probation at the time they married. The couple lived in bliss for a full year and just after their first anniversary, the honeymoon was definitely over. November 28, 2002, Scott and Douangchay clashed. According to police records, the couple were having marital problems. Douangchay was staying with her friend, drinking and partying. Douangchay called Scott at 5:00 a.m. asking him to come pick her up. Scott, still in bed, got up and drove to where his wife was staying. It was a little over two miles from their own home. The record reflects that she had, in fact, been drinking. The similarities between the incidents of Scott and Kyle are uncanny. Scott and Kyle were both driving a very intoxicated Douangchay home. In both cases alcohol played a huge roll. Both men were sober. In Scott’s case, the incident happened a 25 minute walk from the couple’s apartment. The police report states that Douangchay walked back to the apartment, while calling her friend, and asking her friend to call police. Douangchay was already at the apartment when her friend showed up. QUESTION: Why would a grown woman return to a place where a man she “fears” is known to be? It took her 25 minutes to get to Scott, if she truly feared, wouldn’t it be more likely to return to her friends house instead of going to where her “abuser” is? See, this just locks in the notion that Douangchay isn’t fearful at all, on the contrary, Douangchay likes to keep arguments going. She was angry, because like Kyle, Scott didn’t like the drinking and partying that Douangchay insisted on doing. Scott states that his wife punched him in the face, but she is not arrested. Scott goes to jail, is place on a Stipulated Order of Continuance, probation and treatment, all at his expense. I wonder if Scott, like Kyle, continued to live with Douangchay through his court case. Did she go, with her advocate, sit on the side of the prosecutor and then return home with Scott, acting as if nothing happened? And an even more important question: had Kyle been made aware of Scott’s fate with Douangchay, would Kyle have continued his relationship with this woman? The answer is clear, no man would continue a relationship with a woman if he knew that she brought domestic violence charges against two other men before they met. Douangchay knew this and chose, instead, to hide her past from Kyle.

Chapter Three: the saga continues…

Kyle and Douangchay continued on with their relationship. Kyle, blind to who he was with and Douangchay hiding her past from him. The relationship was tumultuous. We have to remember, Kyle agreed to a Stipulated Order of Continuance in 2010. Kyle and Scott both didn’t want Douangchay to get into trouble. They took blame to save her. Douangchay went before the court three separate times asking that the no contact order be lifted and saying “Kyle is not a danger to me”. She refused to cooperate with the prosecution and continued living with Kyle throughout. Together, they lied to the court and gave a friends address where court records could be sent. The conditions of Kyle’s SOC, like Scott’s, were: Treatment, probation, pay recoupment to public defender, pay costs, no new criminal violation during the period of the Continuance. Kyle complied with each and every condition. By April 29, 2012, the date of expiration of the SOC, Kyle had complied with each and every condition. But, the prosecution wanted more. The Redmond City Prosecutor filed a Motion for Revocation of the SOC on June 26, 2012. He “sewer served”. Sewer service is defined as: “Sewer service is an epithet for the intentional failure to provide service of process on a named party in a lawsuit, in order to prevent the party from having a chance to respond. The phrase refers to the figure of speech of throwing the documents into a sewer”. The prosecution had Kyle’s address. Kyle filed a “New address” with the court on July 18, 2011, through his probation officer, James OShersky, a full 11 months prior to the prosecution’s Motion for Revocation. This document was marked “confidential”. It’s astonishing to find these two facts in the court record. Stopping to these levels is hard to believe, but it’s true. This was not discovered until recently. Coupled with the sewer service, this stinks of abuse on the part of the prosecution.

Stipulated Order of Continuance, otherwise known as SOC, is an agreement between the prosecutor and the defendant in a case. These are granted and overseen by the court, but the court is not a party to them. The court only becomes a party if a Motion for Revocation is filed by the prosecution for violation of the agreement. SOCs are used to give a first time offender a chance to have the charges dismissed if the defendant jumps through the prosecutor’s hoops. In Kyle’s case, the SOC looks a bit different. Why? Because it contains the words “approximately 24 months”. A competent defense attorney would not have allow this phrase if his/her client was offered an SOC. This phrase negates the fairness that’s required in any agreement and deems this document “void for vagueness” as law requires. “Approximately” is not allowed according to the rule book. Kyle’s case follows the rules outlined in LCrRLJ 8.3(c)(1-17) . This rule is in place to protect the parties interests, both parties. In this rule, it is very clear about the contents of minimum requirements in an SOC. The language, “A clear statement…” is what starts every content of (c)1-17. Number 6 is relevant to Kyle’s case and states; “A clear statement of the period of the Continuance, which shall be no more than 2 years”. The “approximately”, leaves the agreement open-ended. In a criminal case of any kind, everything that transpires, has to be clearly spelled out. There’s no room for interpretation.

Kyle jumped through every hoop in this case, despite his innocence. He signed the SOC on April 29, 2010; this means it expired on April 29, 2012, right? Think again. The prosecution filed the revocation on June 26, 2012. How is this possible? The SOC was expired. Let us go back to the first two paragraphs of this story. Prosecutors cannot be trusted. Prosecutors want convictions and they’ll do anything to get them. They will “sewer service”, undermine procedure, push rules aside and, they will also make sure that documents that blow apart their cases, are marked in the record, as “confidential”. Due process of law is not high on their priority list. This places the public in jeopardy. If prosecutors cannot be trusted, then who can we trust in our judicial system? The judges job is to verify all procedures have been followed. Not one judge, in Kyle’s case, verified anything.

Oh wait, it gets worse.

This case took place in Redmond, Washington, a city just northeast and across Lake Washington, from Seattle. The prosecutor was Richard Lawrence Mitchell, wsba # 21606. In his Motion for Revocation, he accuses Kyle of not paying costs and not completing treatment. Both of these accusations were false. Mitchell was running for election to become a judge in 2010 and this is a powerful motive to bolster his conviction rate. This motion should have died right there, but it did not. Judge Michael Finkle set a hearing for July 25, 2012. He placed Holly Joy Johnson a Pro Tem Judge to preside over the hearing (NOTE: This was copied and pasted from the WSBA Page: Holly Joy Johnson, WSBA No.32784, admitted 2002, of Seattle, “..resigned in lieu of discipline, effective 9/19/2017. The lawyer agrees that she is aware of the alleged misconduct in disciplinary counsel’s Statement of Alleged Misconduct and rather than defend against the allegations, she wishes to permanently resign from membership in the Association. The Statement of Alleged Misconduct reflects the following violations of the Rules of Professional Conduct: 1.15A (Safeguarding Property), 3.4 (Fairness to Opposing Party and Counsel), 8.1 (Bar Admission and Disciplinary Matters), 8.4 (Misconduct). Sachia Stonefeld Powell and Kathy Jo Blake acted as disciplinary counsel. Holly Joy Johnson represented herself. Karen A. Clark was the hearing officer. Andrekita Silva was the settlement hearing officer. The online version of NWLawyer contains a link to the following document: Resignation Form of Holly Joy Johnson (ELC 9.3(b)).as made to resign for unethical behavior by the Washington State Bar Association). Kyle was a no-show and a warrant for his arrest issued. Well, surprise, surprise. He never received notice of this hearing. Mitchell sent the notice to a wrong address. So, a warrant was issued by judge pro tem Norm Leopold. Leopold, like Johnson, assumed Prosecutor Mitchell had done his job. These part-time judges never looked at this case, they blindly believed Mitchell. These judges rely on the prosecutors to do their jobs. They believe every word prosecutors say and they almost never question them. In this case, the judge did no fact finding. He never questioned Mitchell. He should have.

Mitchell never received a non-compliance letter from the probation department. No non-compliance from the treatment agency. Kyle paid over a thousand dollars, by this time, to the court. The SOC says to Pay $350.00 costs by 180 days, but the problem with this SOC, yet again, is that it doesn’t clearly state to whom this cost should be paid. Like the “approximately” language, this does not follow the minimum requirements of content in an SOC agreement. It’s confusing, and Mitchell likes when defendant’s and their inexperienced defense attorneys are confused. In researching this case, many SOC documents were discovered that were exactly the same form used in Kyle’s case. Mitchell was in the habit of used that document for many defendants. The rules about content of SOCs were revised in 2008, but Mitchell chose to continue using it and no judge objected to this.

Kyle’s warrant sat for 77 days, until he was pulled over for a minor traffic infraction. To Kyle’s utter shock, the police officer came back with his license and the news of this warrant. The officer had no other choice but to arrest. Kyle was taken into custody in Shoreline and the transfer to Redmond. Kyle and Douangchay were still living together at this time, and they were pregnant. Their daughter was due in January 2013. Kyle was arrested on October 10, 2012. Kyle was arraigned on October 11 without an attorney present. The court docket states, “Defendant present in-custody Pro se”, then it states “Counsel Trishana Ellis present on behalf of defendant”, but Trishana Ellis isn’t a lawyer. The Washington State Bar Association has no record of a Trishana Ellis holding a license to practice law. Now, the original two noncompliance violations became three, 107 days after the SOC had expired, they decided to add yet another non-compliance violation, to bolster they weak case. This Pro Tem Judge, like Pro Tem Holly Joy Johnson, was Darrell Phillipson. This Pro Tem judge resigned his license to practice law in Washington, as did Linda Jacke, the judge for whom Phillipson was sitting in place of that day. Oh yes, three (3) judges that sat on Kyle’s case were made to resign. Little fishy, wouldn’t you say?. This time they added “pending assault 4 and malicious mischief”. The problem with this is very simple, this pending case happened 8 days after the SOC had expired. It did not fall in the period of the SOC, at all. You would have thought that the defense law firm would have argued this at the last hearing, on November 15, 2012, before the conviction, but they did not and this is why this law firm can be described as incompetent, unfit, and negligent.

The law firm that represented Kyle throughout this case was Stein, Lotzkar & Starr? Elissa Brine represented at the SOC Hearing and she is to blame for the substandard SOC. Interestingly, just 12 days before Kyle was arrested, the law firm officially withdrew from the case. They stated, in their motion, that they attempted to contact Kyle, but didn’t succeed. Kyle could have been contacted easily, he kept the same phone number for over 15 years. Whatever the law firm said in that motion to withdraw, is suspicious, to say the least. The prosecution says Kyle admitted to this pending assault charge. This is true. The prosecution, court judges and defense allowed Kyle to be railroaded in this case. They did nothing to stop this.

November 15, 2012, Kyle was convicted on both charges of domestic violence. He was an innocent man that was only defending himself for a physical attack, by a woman that had done this twice before, to two other men. This woman, a brazen alcoholic, dangerous to anyone that crosses her path while she’s under the influence of alcohol. Again, corrupt Holly Joy Johnson sat in judgment and imposed sentencing. In between conviction and sentencing, they did figure out the Kyle did complete treatment, but that is as far as they would go. It was an after thought. Kyle was sentenced to:

• 12 months suspended, court imposes jail time of 364 days on charge 1 with 359 days suspended, and 5 days credit for time served.

• Total Imposed on charge 1 with $5000 suspended and $338.00 other amount ordered

• monitored unsupervised probation for 3 months,

• Final review Monitored probation for 9 months.

• FNL Review set for August 15, 2013.

• Finding/Judgment of Guilty deferred prosecution revoked for charge 2

• Judge Pro Tem Johnson, Holly Imposed sentence

• Court imposes jail time of 364 days on charge 2 with 359 days suspended, and 5 days credit for time served

• Total imposed on charge 2: with $5000 suspended and

• $0.00 other amount ordered

This case has been used to destroy the relationship between Kyle and his daughter. This is just the beginning, this story continues with more twists and turns. There are other prosecutors, judges, commissioners and lawyers that will be named......

Part two: demented behavior doesn’t come close……

Time went by fast and after Snohomish County Legal Services and all their goon lawyers used the above King Co. District court case to destroy a father/daughter relationship, Kyle looked into the case further. All the years that past, Kyle thought that it was handled the right way. He had no idea of the sewer service, adding a new charge and convicting him of this new charge. He had no idea that the prosecution and his own defense attorney had screwed him over at every turn.

An argument ensued in February of 2019, with the King County District Court Records Department to release the “New Address filed” filed in July 2011. After multiple emails, the records department sent the request to Judge Lisa Paglisotti. She read the emails and signed for this document to be public, she removed the confidential status. This is when it came to light that Kyle was, in fact, sewer served. Proof was right there, no question, in black and white. So, Kyle took some time, gathered documents and wrote a motion. He filed the motion on April 11, 2019. This motion brought up a question of jurisdiction. Jurisdiction is only established if a defendant is properly served. The prosecution is obligated to prove they served. In Kyle’s case, they did not serve, nor did they file any kind of “proof of service” in any form. The motion was sent to Judge Lisa Paglisotti for review. It sat with her for 27 days before “Motion hearing set to give the city a chance to respond” was her decision. The prosecution did not respond, but waited until the hearing. This time is was Prosecuting Attorney Stefani Snow (wsba #28100) and Judge Rhonda Laumann (wsba #22126) that went up against Kyle. It may sound a bit off by saying the judge was against Kyle, but it’s true. Rhonda Laumann, sitting on the bench, acted like a prosecutor. She did not, in any way, act like an impartial judge. Stefani Snow said little until the end when she stated that Kyle admitted to the new charge pending that ultimately convicted him. Laumann argued with Kyle about the wording of the Stipulated Order of Continuance. She denied that the language was, in fact, “approximately 24 months”. Kyle argued right back. He told this judge that the “new charge pending” did not fall in the period of the continuance and should not have been allowed. Laumann argued even more. She looked and found another reason to throw out the motion. She used an excuse that there was a time limit of one year. This judge was hell bent to get Kyle out of her courtroom, and she did just that.

Jurisdiction is paramount in criminal law. It establishes authority of the court to rule in a case. Without jurisdiction, a court’s hands are tied. For jurisdiction, in any court, to be established, service of process must be proven by the party bringing it. This means the State must serve the defendant all charging documents, including, but not limited to Motions, notice to appear, etc. The prosecution did not do this, therefore the court did not have personal jurisdiction over Kyle. This was the first issue that Kyle brought in his Motion, it was ignored by Laumann. Whenever a question is brought about jurisdiction, a court is required to investigate. They cannot continue without knowing they have obtain the authority to do so.

This is not an isolated case. When the Redmond City Judicial officers were made to resign, they left, in their wake, a slough of cases that beg to be re-examined.

Part Three…the real motive emerges…

Kyle and Douangchay stayed together through the pregnancy. Their child was born on January 19, 2013. The couple moved Douangchay’s sister and nephew into their home and she took the position of nanny for their daughter. All was good throughout the next 14 months or so, but the sister/nanny decided she wanted to move on and move out. She’d helped out enough and gave Kyle and Douangchay “notice” of her departure.

Now the couple needed to find daycare for their daughter. Douangchay reached out to a friend she had known since her arrival in the U.S. Suphol Phab was her name, but she, like Douangchay went by an alias, “Samantha”. Douangchay hid the fact that “Sam” was a felon and therefore would never be allowed to have a daycare license. Douangchay hid everything that most would find to be critical information, in making the choice on a daycare provider for their child. Kyle would never have agreed to placing his daughter with a felon.

Soon, Douangchay’s need to frequent the clubs, emerged again, and with it came conflict between the couple. Kyle truly believed that becoming a mother, for a second time, would diminish her fixation on these places. Douangchay still was incapable of putting her family, Kyle and their daughter, above herself. Their opposition grew and their relationship would not survive. Douangchay’s threat of taking away their daughter from Kyle was her favorite. She threatened used this every time they had a disagreement and even making jokes about it in front of others. She knew this scared the hell out of Kyle, as it would any parent. Kyle took these threats very serious, after all, Douangchay had strong ties to Southeast Asia. Coupled with Douangchay abandoning her first child, her threats terrified Kyle. He knew she could accomplish her demented threats with little effort and Kyle was desperate, he did a foolish deed, he placed a track devise on her vehicle. He knew he’d lose his child and didn’t care about consequences. The fear of losing his precious daughter is all that matter, he had to act. He was in protect-my-child mode.

Kyle and Douangchay did attend a few couples counseling sessions, in an attempt to fix their relationship, but these failed due to Douangchay’s inability to take responsibility for her own behavior. She blamed Kyle for everything that went wrong between them. Like the men before him, Kyle couldn’t take anymore. He ended the relationship right there, in front of the therapist, and walked out the door. Douangchay persuaded the therapist to call Kyle to get him to return, but Kyle knew it was over. Kyle realized that Douangchay wasn’t interested in mending the relationship, her motives for counseling, were nothing more than getting a professional to agree with her in that Kyle needed to be fixed. The months following were chaotic, emotional and eye opening for Kyle.

The two agreed that they would share time with their daughter, but soon this broke down. Douangchay’s need to be in total control was important than their daughter’s need to have a relationship with her father. She started using their child as a weapon. Kyle tried to appease her, but soon, it became clear that Douangchay was not going to be cooperative in their co-parenting. The communications between these two became impossible, they became engrossed in bad behavior. They engaged in name-calling via text messages, neither one could step away from the other. For six(6) months they fought over everything, not having a nice thing to say to, nor about one another. Kyle was advised by family, to file a parenting plan, but refused saying he knew they could work it out with her. This decision would not be a good one. Douangchay was scheming and collecting, she was going to court for a Restraining order against Kyle.

On August 15, 2016, Kyle walked out of the Snohomish County Courthouse restrained from Douangchay. Because all women must be believed and therefore protected, men are automatically assumed as abusers. Douangchay, in her petition, claimed there were police reports, yet none were submitted. She submitted text messages as proof that Kyle was harassing her. The text messages were edited beyond belief. She omitted her part in them, 90% had no dates attached to them. They were taken out of context and designed to make Kyle look like a monster. Her ploy worked in spades. She stated how “fearful” she was of him. Then, later, the same day Snohomish County Superior Court Commissioner Tracy Waggoner signed the restraining order, Douangchay showed up at Kyle’s residence and attempted to have him arrested. This proving she had no fear of him whatsoever. Witness accounts say Douangchay exited her vehicle, walk up to Kyle and threatened him. Snohomish County Deputy Sheriff Josh Wheeler was dispatched. Deputy Wheeler asked Douangchay to leave Kyle’s residence. Kyle filed for a parenting plan a week later.

Douangchay was determined in her threats and actions to remove Kyle from not only her life, but the life of their daughter. After all, Douangchay knew exactly how the system worked years before she met Kyle. She had gained favor with the court through the restraining order process, and now she went to work to further her plan. From September 2016 through July of 2017, Douangchay went back and forth, from the restraining order to the parenting plan, using false allegations of abuse, to add their child to the restraining order. Just a few days before the parenting plan hearing, she went to the restraining order case and tried to modify it, Ex parte,

Kyle knew nothing of this.

It is important for us to understand what “Ex Parte” is. Black’s Law Dictionary is regarded as the go-to for legal definitions. Lawyers around the country use this dictionary to quote from in their cases. They define “ex parte” as follows:

“On one side only; by or for one party; done for, in behalf of, on the

application of, one party only.”

One source says:

“Ex parte orders are only allowed in certain defined circumstances because they can be unfair and violate the due process requirement of the United States Constitution. ... Most often, ex parte orders are done in cases of domestic violence or child abuse and generally in an emergency situation.”

At the parenting plan hearing, she showed up with a last minute lawyer that knew nothing about the case, but he monopolized the whole hearing. It was Kyle’s petition, yet the commissioner gave the floor to the opposing attorney and disregarded Kyle’s right to plead his case.

Please keep in mind, at this time, Douangchay already had a restraining order on Kyle. By having that, why would there be a need for more? There’s only one reason to place another, and that is what accompanies it, an audience, without opposition, with a judge or Commissioner. A petition for an immediate restraining order eliminates the accused from defending themselves. This is exactly what Douangchay wanted and needed to rid herself of Kyle.

October 3, 2016, Douangchay went back to the restraining order and tried to modify it, she wanted to add their daughter, using an ex parte hearing.

October 5, 2016, again, Douangchay goes to Kyle’s residence and tries to have him arrested. Snohomish County Deputy Sheriff asks her to leave.

October 10, 2017 Douangchay doesn’t show for this hearing. She calls last minute to tell the court clerk. She must have known that her appearance at Kyle’s residence for the second time, had been documented and noted.

Two months went by and things were quiet, but then January 2017 happened.

January 17, 2017 Douangchay, in the parenting plan, filed another ex parte action.

January 26, 2017 Ex Parte action again.

February 15, 2017 yep, one more ex parte action

So, in all these actions, Douangchay had private audience with the following Commissioners:

1) Commissioner Susan Gaer

2) Commissioner Lester Stewart

3) Commissioner Tracy Waggoner

4) Commissioner pro Tem x2, (pro Tem= pro tem

1) adj. short for the Latin "pro tempore", temporarily or for the time being. In law, judge pro tem normally refers to a judge who is sitting temporarily for another judge or to an attorney who has been appointed to serve as a judge as a substitute for a regular judge.

The above ex parte actions accomplished a lot for Douangchay, private audiences with these judicial officials gave her what she loved most, playing victim. But what would occur next is beyond belief.

On May 3, 2017, Douangchay took her antics to a level that puts everything into perspective and explains how demented this woman truly is. She didn’t follow the parenting plan instruction, that day, nor any other day for that matter. She didn’t pick up their daughter as directed by the parenting plan. After both, her and her multi-felon brother attacked and threatened Kyle, through text messages, she called Lynnwood police. Lynnwood police called Kyle and Kyle explained. Lynnwood police were satisfied with Kyle and asked him to give a time and place for Douangchay to pick up their daughter. Kyle did so, 8:00 pm at a public parking lot in Des Moines. Douangchay drove, alone, from Everett all the way to Des Moines, an hour or more. Remember the sister/nanny? She lived five miles away from Kyle, in Kent. Why didn’t Douangchay, if she needed multiple restraining orders for her fear of Kyle, tell Kyle to drop off their daughter with the sister/nanny and she’d pick her up from her? Or, ask the sister/nanny to accompany her to the location? No, Douangchay chose not to do that because she was pissed and wanted any reason to have Kyle arrested. Her intent was clear. Kyle knew not to be alone in this. She tried to have him arrested at his own residence. His girlfriend accompanied him. She drove Kyle and his daughter to the agreed upon location. Douangchay was there and coming toward them, she was pissed. She was flailing her arms and screaming. Kyle’s girlfriend drove away leaving Douangchay standing there. She was enraged. Douangchay called 911, telling the 911 operator that she’s in Auburn. She is so angry, she doesn’t even know where she is. Her demeanor is casual. She starts by saying, “I need assistance.” She proceeded to tattle on Kyle for not giving their daughter to her. After telling the operator a few lies, like she and Kyle are not suppose to communicate and Kyle didn’t follow the parenting plan, the operator, asks her, 4 minutes into the call if Kyle threatened her. The operator told her to stay put and an officer would be there shortly and the call was ended. Officer Chad Stillwagon of the Des Moines police department showed up. Douangchay’s demeanor changed drastically, according to the police report. She had her audience right in front of her and this time she’d get what she wanted. She turned into the victim, a performance that deserved an Oscar. Stillwagon, in his report, used the infamous words, used by all police, in these situations, “she was visibly upset”. This must be taught in their 8 hour workshop of how to write a police report when a woman says she was abused. The “victim” emerged in spades, telling the police she was threatened. Kyle called her filthy names and threatened to kill her, she told Stillwagon. She then added a ludicrous comment when asked to do a recorded statement. She told Stillwagon that she didn’t speak English well. This was untrue. She testified later to being in the U.S. for over 25 years, reading, writing and speaking English fluently. These actions, done by Douangchay, spawned 2 felony charges against Kyle, thanks to the complete abuse of power in King County District Court. The first was filed on July 10, 2017, 314 days after initial arrest, in Snohomish County Superior Court. The tracking device case was turned from a misdemeanor to a felony. Then this Des Moines situation was filed, on July 14, 2017, 72 days after the incident, in King County Superior Court, as a felony.

On May 15, 2017, Douangchay filed yet another Immediate Restraining Order, Ex parte, against Kyle, in Snohomish County and this time she accomplished putting their daughter on it. She took this, as if it were true, and had yet another audience with a commissioner. It was Commissioner Susan Gaer, yet again. Through this, she was directed to free counsel with Snohomish County Legal Services, although it is not known as to where the directing originated. The lawyer that took this case was Helena Maria Koltonowska, aka “Helenka”, a bulldog of a lawyer. Hearings were done in June, but all the while Koltonowaska had other plans. She asked for this case to be dismissed and to seek relief in the parenting plan, Commissioner Lester Stewart granted this. Kyle’s lawyer, Andrew May charged an outrageous $4500 and then blamed the court for this, yet he didn’t fight it. He didn’t object, even though, acting as a defense attorney, he should have done exactly that. This did prove, beyond any doubt, that Douangchay’s motives were clear. She wanted the parenting plan and she even said so in the petition she filed.

Koltonowska gathered a few people and had them write declarations for Douangchay and filed contempt in the parenting plan case. These “witnesses” consisted of Khamkheuane Suannoy, Douangchay’s brother. His felony criminal record goes back years. Another felon, “Samantha” Phab, and Douangchay’s boy toy lover, Tristan James Eames. At the Circus they call a family law trial, the felon brother was locked up, again. Samantha lied through her teeth and the lover was no where to be seen. These are the people, that the court decided, would determine the outcome of a father’s ability to see his child. The contempt was filed on July 7, 2017. It is not a coincidence that the felony charges happened days after. Koltonowska had strong ties in the prosecutors offices, both in King and Snohomish Counties. She worked in both places.

A status conference was held on July 21, which Koltonowska used to her advantage. Directly after the conference, the cunning attorney went directly into another ex parte hearing and filed yet another Immediate Restraining order. Commissioner Lee Tinney reviewed the contempt filings and based her decision on them. The restraining order was granted. This decision would be carried over into the contempt. Gaer would not contradict Tinney. So Tinney made the decisions that destroyed a man’s life so he would not be allowed to see his child without supervision by a professional supervisory agency. Makes you wonder exactly how many fathers have been eliminated from their children’s lives in this manner.

Literally, what happens is one commissioner rules on a situation and this ruling will not be contradicted by the next commissioner, so Tinney set the tone for future rulings and she did so based on accusations made by Douangchay and her co-conspirators. Both Tinney and Gaer made bad decisions by allowing declarations by felons, and they did this behind closed doors that shut out the accused, Kyle. Ex parte was used a few more times after this, also. Kyle tried to file contempt against Douangchay, but a little rule in Snohomish County states her lawyer cannot be served. It has to be served directly on her. This rule doesn’t exist elsewhere.

Kyle was facing felony charges in two counties now. He knew that he would never get a fair trial in Snohomish County. All the judges and commissioners were convinced he was a domestic violence batterer and would throw the book at him. So, he plead the case. He would fight all this in King County and that’s exactly what happened.

The trial began on February 27, 2018. Kyle would face off with King County Superior Court prosecutor. Douangchay would be made to testify. She did just that. For three hours Douangchay was asked question after question about Kyle abusing her. The jury sat listening intently. On March 1, 2018, the jury returned after only 20 minutes and handed down their decision. NOT GUILTY! Douangchay’s testimony sealed this case. It was apparent, after only 30 minutes, that Douangchay was lying about the whole incident. Her testimony acquitted Kyle, but it didn’t stop her and her Snohomish County Legal Services goons from completely lying on the parenting plan documents they filed. Douangchay’s testimony and declarations went into overdrive. She stuck to her lies. He testimony changed drastically from county to county. The perjury that went on in Snohomish County was absolutely obvious, yet the four lawyers and Judge Joseph Wilson acted as if they knew nothing of this. The following is an exert from the results of a complaint filed against Wilson. His behavior was the same in Kyle’s case. He disrespected Kyle at every turn. He spoke down to Kyle and his behavior can only be described as juvenile. Joseph Wilson is a detriment to the judicial system.

“ Investigation revealed that defendant (Judge Joseph Wilson) was at all times during the hearing respectful and deferential towards the court. Respondent, after expressing his view that the resolution was too lenient, addressed the defendant in a confrontational and angry tone. He repeatedly called the defendant “an animal,” and at one point near the conclusion of the hearing, refused to let the defendant speak, telling him, “You don’t have the integrity to talk to me.”

C. The Commission served Respondent with a Statement ofAllegations on January 23, 2018, alleging his actions during the July 10,2017 hearing violated Canon 1 (Rules 1.1 and 1.2) and Canon 2 (Rules 2.2, 2.3(A) and (B), 2.6(A) and 2.8) of the Code of Judicial Conduct.

D. Respondent answered the Statement of Allegations on February 22, 2018. In his answer. Respondent acknowledged: “I did not treat [the defendant] with respect and I addressed him in a maimer I should not have. These statements negatively impact the public’s perception of the court and for that I am sorry.” Respondent explained he was “profoundly unhappy with the resolution of this case prior to taking the bench,” adding that he nonetheless recognizes his “personal opinion of what a proper resolution should be should not interfere with [his] duty to be impartial and fair.”

And in another case, Wilson’s behavior toward a defendant resulted in these comments being made:

“The HeraldNet has more details of Wilson’s statements to the defendant. They include:

• After the defendant tested positive for drugs and missed his treatment, he appeared for a February 2017 hearing. The defendant acknowledged he had been drinking lately and said he needed anger management. Wilson used the F-word at least twice. “I think you’re a [expletive] addict, and maybe you need treatment,” Wilson said. “I don’t think it’s got nothing to do with anger management. You think I’ll give you anger management and that’s going to get you clean and sober? … What the hell are you talking about?”

—Judge Joe Wilson

Joseph Wilson should have stepped away from Kyle’s case and Kyle should have been given time to research this judge. The court record showed a different judge was scheduled, but Wilson was given this case the morning the kangaroo trial began. Wilson was combative throughout. Kyle filed proof of Douangchay’s past prior to the kangaroo court trial, yet it didn’t matter. Despite knowing that Douangchay gave a false name in the 1998 King County case, Wilson acted as if that was ok. Wilson believed the witnesses, despite their obvious perjured testimony.

Kyle lost all contact with his child. Douangchay was named custodial parent. Their child lost her father and half of her family because of Douangchay’s lies and Snohomish County Court and Snohomish County Legal Services inability to look for truth. It’s been over two years since Kyle has seen his child.

Some would say this is an isolated case, but the truth of the matter, is that parents face these

oppositions in the family courts everyday. Men and women lose contact with their children and usually it is due to the other parent’s inability to co-parent and their desire to gain financially, courtrooms. False allegations of domestic violence equals restraining orders, child custody and support, free legal services, homes, vehicles and bank accounts.

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