Thursday, November 3, 2011

Deep Freeze

By 7.30 pm yesterday the temperature had spiraled to 23 degree's outside, by 6 am it was 15 degree's. It became so cold, so fast, that I was had a difficult time falling to sleep.

As hard as it is on me physically and emotionally, I couldn't help but think of those who don't have a vehicle to climb into when they are in life threatening temperatures. Who don't have pets curling around them to add body heat.

I have been so cold I can't even start to comprehend how human beings are expected to be homeless without adequate food or clothing. This is inhumane.. cruelty beyond words.

In 2011 I have spent an additional 130 days begging,literally begging with the most sincere intentions, for the return of our stolen building funds. The last act of sheer desperation trying to evade this degree of pain and suffering, of hardship and heartache.
And I have done so after unbelievable groveling and begging in 2008-2009.
You start to feel as though you are not even a speck on the conscience, not even a consideration. It's somewhat amazing. It's your money, intended to buy a home. Yet others believe that they have a right to that money, even if it leaves you homeless. And they have all the support in the world to do the inexcusable. The victims are nothing above and beyond an "inconvenience."

No-one really knows hardship unless they have been subjected to these frigid conditions. It's a real test to human survival. There is a part of a human that can easily believe that this is the "end of the world" as they know it. Destroyed lives, pain too profound to describe. Cruelty and abuse that never ends. And the belief that you are not even worthy of caring and compassion.

You are no longer known by profession, by name, by age, by gender.. you are simply "homeless."
One of the twitter homeless advocates sent me a link to a film I think everyone should watch:
Filmmaker Rachel Fleischer spent four years creating this extraordinary documentary that enters the lives of six homeless individuals in her hometown of Los Angeles. The film’s subjects include families in temporary housing, a street performer who depends on banjo-playing for income, and a heroin-addicted man living in Skid Row – an area of the city that contains one of the largest homeless populations in the U.S. Intertwined with each tale is the story of Fleischer herself, as she attempts to walk the fine line between telling the stories of her subjects and helping those in need.
As the film's intimate and powerful stories confront our preconceived notions regarding homelessness, Fleischer's journey unflinchingly reveals the challenges and triumphs that arise when we choose to help those without a home.
By 12.30 pm my feet were still frozen solid even though the rest of my body had started to warm up, but I had to head down to my land to pick up the stock trailer.

When I arrived I found all three tires flat, and without spares there was nothing I could do. I walked around looking at the tin roofing that the wind has blown for yards. The house trailer ruined beyond repair. The sheer destruction that has left me homeless - all because of the criminal activity of ONE man.

I sobbed heartbroken all the way back to work. Tonight I will be sat in a garden shed with no heat, yet Robert Huckins will be in a warm comfortable home.
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 hom
e. 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 Robert Huckins was not going to steal our money and leave me homeless. You personally guaranteed that it 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 f
or 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.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially bro
ke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

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.
I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers. ~Kahlil Gibran