Saturday, October 8, 2011
Victims Rights, Social Wrongs
This has been a night of excruciating pain. As the temperature dropped, the physical pain increased - until I was unable to sleep, or move. It's possible to be in so much pain that even though it's bitter cold, you start breaking out in a sweat.
By 4.30 am the tumors in my spine, neck, shoulders, hips and ankles hurt to such a degree that tears ran down my face, and started a migraine. I had to drag myself out of bed and look for pain killers. Once out of bed my feed froze and I couldn't get them warm again. The temperature was in the lower 30's outside.. inside this shed it was like the antarctic.
By 10am it had reached 50 degree's outside, and by 3 pm it had reached a nice 60 degree's but I was in so much pain I didn't want to put one foot in front of the other. I just need the warmth and comfort of a home like a "worthy" human being.I have no idea where autumn went to. We seem to have made one jump from summer to winter without any fall between.
4 years of homelessness has done such damage to me physically I can barely describe it. And all the while the Huckins have slept in a nice comfortable warm home, not the least concerned. No conscience whatsoever.
Rio, Gracie, Bandit and Go Away decided to put aside their differences last night and pile onto one another for heat. It was difficult knowing where cat ended and dog started.
This afternoon one of the racehorses owned by my boss won a fairly high purse race, which put my boss in good spirits. The buyer for the stallion and some other horses flew to New Mexico in their own plane... very impressive. So even though I was laid up for the entire day with physical problems brought on by being homeless things really did trot along rather well.
I just want my stolen life back, my stolen home, my stolen facility, my stolen family.. I just can't handle this awful pain caused by the constant homelessness any longer.
There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.
I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.
Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.
Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.
Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.
Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.~ Martin Luther King, Jr.