Saturday, January 28, 2012

Housing Is A Human Right

It was well into the lower 20's when my cat woke me up crying to go out of the shed. It was still in the lower 20's when he started crying to come back in again.

My feet were frozen, and nothing I could do stopped them from feeling like blocks of ice. The day was simply gorgeous, clear blue skies and bright sunshine, but remained cold all day.

The weather was so nice that I started cleaning the inside of the truck, until the herd of wild horses came galloping in and decided to help me. Having 9 horses sticking their heads inside the cab of the truck, and following me around like hip pocket horses may amuse some. But it certainly didn't amuse Rio and Gracie.

While my bosses neighbors came outside to photograph the horses I noticed that one very old mare was missing, one that I had worried about for months. So I went to look for her. An hour later I still couldn't find her and I fear that she may have died or be cast somewhere. The horses roam such a large area of the national forest it would be virtually impossible to retrace their steps.
I am praying that she will surface tomorrow in good shape.

This has been a slow and lazy Saturday. I didn't work, but did manage to do a lot of marketing horses for sale. Some days I am so heartbroken, so depressed and feel so helpless all I can do is cry. Today my eyes were sore with crying.

As the sun set it fell into the 20's and when I walked outside after 8.30 pm I could smell the smoke from fireplaces.
I don't want to sleep outside. I so miss having a home and the last four years have aged me beyond belief.

“Housing is not just a roof; it’s not just walls. It’s much more than that. Housing must have a community attached to it, and a territory. A territory where people can have access to the means of livelihood–to land, to water, to resources, to sources of income–and not only being sheltered somewhere.”

-Raquel Rolnick, United Nations Special Rapporteur on the Right to Adequate Housing

HOUSING IS A HUMAN RIGHT is an ongoing documentary portrait of the struggle for home.

We create a space for people to share stories of their community and ongoing experiences trying to obtain or maintain a place to call Home. We are building a collection of intimate, viscerally honest narratives exploring the complex fabric of community and the human right to housing and land, painting a living portrait of human rights.

Stories are recorded in sound in the tradition of oral history and shared as audio stories, photographs and multimedia across multiple platforms-including interactive exhibitions in unconventional spaces & broadcasts via traditional and new media outlets.
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 vio
lent 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 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 broke. 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, pl
ease convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.

Relevant pages:
10/06/pen-is-mightier-than-sword.html may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can stop him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important. ~ Martin Luther King