Local property that had been on the market 2 and 3 years ago for $180,000 was now being listed for $80,000. One in particular attracted me. A "fixer-upper"with potential it had acreage, a barn, a fishing pond and livestock proof fencing.. but without credit, without employment, without stability there was nothing I could do about it.
The 12th District is allowing Huckins to make payments so low it doesn't even cover the interest, and these are not enforceable payments.
Last week I sent the details of my predicament to the Occupy groups, praying that if nothing else, the public would revisit the justice system and what happens to the victims of white collar crime ~ while the criminals happily continue their lives without discomfort or interruption ~ or jail time.
It seemed like an exercise in frustration. How do you get a home with zero funds, and how do you keep explaining to people the reason "why" you have no funds. Homeless is homeless. People really don't care WHY you are homeless. There isn't a free pass for victims of crime - to the world you are still "one of those homeless people."
The more I looked the more serious the economic instability across the nation appeared to me. By 4 am I realized that I had not eaten in 36 hours. Nerves, stress, worry and panic had blocked out any desire to eat, or any recognition that I had not eaten anything. I was so ill food wasn't going to be digestible even though I was so hungry.
The best laid plans seem to be thwarted. I intended to start loading up all my belongings at sunrise. All of the boxed possessions that have been moved so many times since hiring Robert Huckins to build a house and horse barn. This is now the only thing left I have to sell ~ that can help me tread water a little longer. But the weather started to turn ~ and turn quickly.
High winds made the upper 60 temperature feel cold, and it was clearly evident that the temperature is due to drop at a rapid speed.. the summer weather we have enjoyed is departing again bringing perhaps more snow for the next 3 days.
By noon I still hadn't eaten, and the soup I tried to eat ~ I couldn't swallow. Despite the high wind I managed to load the truck up with boxes, but with two broken fingers tears were streaming down my face. I had wanted to drive to a private storage shed I had been loaned and unload them today, but my hand simply couldn't withstand the continued stress.
And the fact that financially secure people are making a bee line for not that I can spare, not that I would be willing to relinquish, but the treasures closest to my heart, is starting to eat on me.
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.
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, please convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/12/white-nothing-but-white.htmlIf you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. ~ Mother Teresa