Monday, January 16, 2012

Martin Luther King Day

A man hasn't started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his existence to broader concerns of all humanity ~ Martin Luther King Jr.

At least it was a good 20 degree's warmer than it has been in the past few weeks when I woke up before sunrise. But hail was pouring down with vengeance, winds whipping up, and the entire Sierra Blanca was hidden behind dense fog. I was so ill yesterday afternoon and evening - and that proceeded through the night. The pneumonia seems to be getting worse and by this morning I felt like I had an invisible elephant sat on my chest.

The coughing won't stop and sometime in the middle of the night, in a half asleep state, I vaguely remember praying to God to just take me home.. end this torment for me.

Instead of going straight to work my boss wanted me to stay put. If he thinks this storm is going to decrease I suspect he's going to be disappointed.

I phoned Lincoln County Mercantile to make sure that they are going to be open and considered my options. Should I leave now and get to Capitan and Nogal before the weather turned worse?

I phoned Jan to see what it was like at the Lazy J and under her advice decided to delay the trip until tomorrow. I went to Lawrence Bros. and picked up some supplies for my boss and settled down to a miserable hail soaked day, marketing horses online.

The clean blankets I had two days ago.. are now covered in mud.

I have a dream..

I dream that one day I can sleep in my own home.
I want the same for everyone no matter their color, creed or age.
I have a dream that one day we will stop rewarding criminals for their deplorable behavior.
I have a dream that social justice will mean morality, equality, justice to all - even women and children.
Even victims of crime.

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:

An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity. - Martin Luther King, Jr.