Robert Huckins Victim: January 2012

This is the journey of a victim of felony fraud and embezzlement left homeless by builder, Robert M. Huckins who was given 27 years in jail,suspended,on the proviso he return $82,200, in $114 per week payments. Sometimes sad, sometimes pensive, sometimes with sarcastic humor, it chronicles the apathy within the New Mexico Judicial system and New Mexico State Government towards victims of white collar crime and the sheer audacity of the criminals who believe that the world owes them something.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

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The day was fabulous when I took Gracie and Rio outside early this morning. Cold, in the 20's, but so nice it almost felt like a spring day. I could get used to these sunny clear days.

My coughing and sneezing will not ease up, and I'm exhausted. A type of tired born from a lot of worry, a lot of stress ~ and no end to it in sight. I feel so ill.

I didn't do as much as I anticipated today at work, though I did manage to work the entire day even though I was very ill. it was one of those slow easy days but tomorrow will be a lot different for I have to go to Ruidoso, Capitan, and Nogal.

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Every day homeless advocates on twitter forward the news worthy articles from across the nation. I have always read the readers comments because it reflects the heart of a society. Sometimes the comments are heartwarming, sometimes intense.. but there are those that just shock you. The level of callous uncaring is almost mind boggling. If we could get past the stigma that makes people believe that only the drug addicts, drunks and idle people find themselves homeless perhaps that will change.

There is a common belief that when you lose your home you simply get another one.In some cases that may be possible, but in millions of cases it becomes impossible.

Homelessness starts to strip away your identity. The career you may have had for 20, 30, 40 years may no longer be possible for a homeless person to hold down. Age becomes a serious factor. What starts out as a desperation that money can fix, escalates out of control as a person's health starts to fail. As things go from bad to worse, the clock, the number of hours a homeless person remains homeless - is like a ticking time bomb destroying that individual every second.
It is murder.. cold blooded murder, performed so slowly that it may take years to finish a victim off.

More and more homeless American people are flocking to tent camps. These small communities have sprung up all over the US due to bank foreclosures and poverty. Many homeless have found shelter in the woods. RT's Anastasia Churkina joins us to expand on the issue.

Yesterday one of the homeless advocates mentioned that one person he was dealing with was too far gone for anyone to step in to help him. My response was immediate. If you are homeless the slippery slope to "too far gone" is never far away.

Give Me A Shot Of Anything

Jeff's film "Give Me A Shot Of Anything" had it's first NYC screening on 01/11/12 with NewFilmmakers New York at the Anthology Film Archives.

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I have a garden shed, and a small income. All could disappear overnight, at this writing it's presently disappearing. But for four years I watched myself age at such rapid speed that even I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Even when I had a job and was never short of food, I simply couldn't come up with enough finances for a home.
Homeless is a destructive force.. and it slowly kills. I simply despair at what is happening in this nation... and I despair more that so few care.

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.

Relevant pages:

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/shattered-dreams-endless-nightmare.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/paul-harvey-once-reported-if-you-want.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-robert-millard-huckins.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-where-is-money.html
http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/criminal-defense-attorneys-woes.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/pen-is-mightier-than-sword.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/02/morally-bankrupt.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/06/robert-huckins-legal-plea.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/many-faces-of-abuse.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/shadow-women.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/price-of-crime.html
http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/12/white-nothing-but-white.html

The Christian life is not a constant high. I have my moments of deep discouragement. I have to go to God in prayer with tears in my eyes, and say, 'O God, forgive me,' or 'Help me.' ~ Billy Graham

Monday, January 30, 2012

I Wish My book Of Life Was Written In Pencil … There Are A Few Years I Would Like To Erase.

I was up before dawn very ill. I am a nervous wreck. My boss cannot afford to keep me on, or face the escalating bills of maintaining a home and I am homeless - unable to just walk away and find work elsewhere. Neither can I recover my career without a home and barn. I know that my homelessness is much easier than those who don't have food - but the stress of trying to get through frigid cold weather, of not knowing if you will die homeless, this instability is daily horror. Far more than I could ever put into words.

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It follows you into your sleep, making rest virtually impossible to get. It chips away at you, eroding your self confidence, hope, and self worth. Last night it followed me and woke up with me, and this morning I was feeling the pain.

Nonetheless, the day turned into such a beautiful day it was more like spring than winter. In the upper 50's, sunny.. blue sky as only the mountains can produce.

I would have managed to get more work done had we access to water. NO water. I sat looking at the washing machine dreaming of clean blankets... but there was NO water.

The water was finally restored after 1 pm and that left me rushing trying to get done what I intended to get done earlier in the day. The washing. My bosses first... then my own. I never noticed how dirty the hoodie was that I have been wearing for the past week, until I put it in the washing machine and watched the water turn murky grey.

THIS is homelessness. It's dirty. It's so much dirt you think you will never be clean again. The days when you took your clothes off and put them in the dirty hamper are over. The nights are so cold you dare not take clothes off, and without somewhere to keep clean clothes - they all get dirty even if you are not wearing them.

All across the United States their are millions of people experiencing the same hardship and heartbreak that I am experiencing, and some far worse...
From "The Hub Of Hope"...

http://www.philly.com/philly/video/BC1418424421001.html

Homeless Counts Should be Counting Backwards
One, two, three…
In the darkness of early morning, the counting can be monotonous, an exercise that almost puts you to sleep. I have written before about the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) mandated homeless counts that occur throughout this country during the month of January.

Municipalities have to count their homeless population at least every other year, or they will lose their HUD funding. Some cities count every year.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…

Counting how many people are languishing on our streets, however, is good. How can we address a sad human tragedy without knowing the extent of the problem? How can we know if we are successfully reducing the number of people on our streets without regularly assessing our work through counts?

Counting makes those who spend taxpayers’ money accountable. When our country spends a couple of billion dollars per year on addressing homelessness, we should expect to know if this investment is working.

Thirty two, thirty three…

But I know by experience that counting sleeping heads in the cold chill of darkness, with their bodies covered by ragged blankets or hidden in tents, is not an exact science. It is more like counting sheep. Hidden sheep. In fact, counting calories is a much easier task then counting the thousands of people hidden in the crevices of this country’s landscape.

Was that a body bundled into a blanket under that bridge, or just some tossed away old clothing? Are there three people sleeping in that van, or just one? Inexperienced volunteers are not asked to wake people up, just to count bodies.

Eighty four, eighty five…

We really need to be counting stories, not heads. If our community is going to mobilize hundreds of good-hearted volunteers to wake up at four in the morning to count our homeless neighbors, we really should count how many heart-wrenching stories are on the streets.

Excuse me, but can I ask you a few questions that could help us provide you housing… How long have you been living on the streets? Do you have any health issues? Are you a former armed services member? How old are you? Where is your family? How did you end up on the streets?

One-hundred one, one-hundred two…

Imagine if successful entry into a hospital was based on how well a person can navigate difficult entry procedures. Those people who are healthiest– perhaps they just have flu symptoms or have enough money to hire someone to help – would access healthcare first. A very sick person with cancer and no money would never be able to get in.

Sometimes, the homeless service world is the same way. We help those who can access our services, or who can be easily housed, first. With counting homeless persons, and the pressure of reducing the number of people on our streets, we are tempted to find easy success, those homeless persons who can navigate the difficult procedures of being housed.

One-hundred twenty three, one-hundred twenty four…

But as soon as we start discovering people’s stories, as soon as we ask questions that reveal personal, heart-wrenching struggles, the temptation of finding easy success disappears, because we want to help the most hurting.

The most sick. It is just our compassionate tendency to first help the person who is injured the most.

It is just natural to help the most vulnerable people on the streets. We really should be counting stories, not just counting heads.

One-hundred sixty five, one-hundred sixty six…

Actually, we really should be counting the number of people we are housing.

Just imagine if rather than waking up at four in the morning to count sleeping sheep on our streets, we are waking them up to listen to their stories. So that we can prioritize the most hurting people on the streets and give them an apartment that is waiting for them.

Wait a minute. That imaginative activity is already happening. Cities and communities around the country are part of a movement to house 100,000 of America’s most vulnerable homeless neighbors. Volunteers are waking up early to create a vulnerability index that prioritizes who will be housed first.

Now, that is the kind of count that really counts. In a way, they are counting backwards, until the day there are zero Americans sleeping on our streets.

Three, two, one, zero…
http://www.povertyinsights.org/2012/01/30/homeless-counts-should-be-counting-backwards/

This is the lesson: never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy. ~ Sir Winston Churchill

Sunday, January 29, 2012

More Than A Roof

12 degree's was far too cold this morning when I woke up. I was already frozen despite being under blankets, surrounded by dogs and cats. I went outside with Rio and Gracie at dawn and watched the sun start to rise. The smell of smoke from the fireplaces still hung in the air, mixed with frozen mountain air. I couldn't stop sneezing or coughing and my feet were blocks of ice.
Is summer anywhere close yet?

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Today has been a fabulous day, going into the upper 50's and so sunny. Rio and Gracie played outside while I finished up some washing. I didn't work very much today, but I did do a lot of breed lineage research, marketed some horses and managed to catch one of the Occupy protests being broadcast live on the computer.

The number of groups and organizations working to end homelessness has astounded me. I put them on my blog because they are incredibly good at focusing on the answers to a problem. A problem I never even knew existed... until I hired Robert Huckins, and became homeless myself.

Why is this such a problem?
Do we not recognize adequate housing as being a necessity not a luxury?
Do we really disregard the comfort and safety of others?
Doesn't that call into question our own humanity? Our own morals and character?
God has much to say about this.. and in better ways than I could ever say.

More Than A Roof Trailer from NESRI on Vimeo.

More Than A Roof

A powerful example of community journalism, More than A Roof tells the story of the United Nations Special Rapporteur on the Right to Adequate Housing’s first official fact finding mission to the United States in 2009.

When Raquel Rolnik, UN Special Rapporteur on the Right to Adequate Housing, heeded a call to visit the United States during the heart of the housing crisis, it was the first time a UN expert on housing had formally investigated the United States. Knowing the story might never be told, a network of more than 70 grassroots organizations across the country coordinated her tour, mobilizing dozens of volunteer media makers, residents and organizers to document it.

Culled from this footage, More Than a Roof follows the Special Rapporteur’s historic cross-country journey to witness the human impacts of the crisis.

Through the film’s raw, honest footage, we see Americans crowded into mold-infested trailers on Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, on the brink of losing homes to foreclosure in the old coal town of Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, camped out on the streets of Skid Row in downtown Los Angeles, and displaced by the massive destruction of public housing complexes in cities across the country.

The documentary was produced through a consensus-based post-production process that engaged a media collective with a national network of community-based organizations to create a film that offers a window into what Ms. Rolnik saw on the mission and the growing movement that has continued to blossom since her visit.

Part travelogue, part call to action, More Than a Roof is a model of grassroots media making and movement building, created by people living in crisis, who believe that something better is possible.

More Than a Roof is MORE THAN A FILM.

This trailer was screened at an event entitled “The Housing Rights Situation in the US” which took place at the UN Headquarters in Geneva, Switzerland, on March 5, 2010. That same day the Special Rapporteur presented her report on the US mission to the United Nations Human Rights Council.

http://housingisahumanright.org/more-than-a-roof/
I had already been homeless for 2 years when the "More Than A Roof" project started. I am STILL homeless today. But Robert & Sylve Huckins have a comfortable home.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.~Christina Rossetti

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.

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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.
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It 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

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Readers Comments

Monday, January 30, 2012

I Wish My book Of Life Was Written In Pencil … There Are A Few Years I Would Like To Erase.

Homeless Counts Should be Counting Backwards

Sunday, January 29, 2012

More Than A Roof

http://housingisahumanright.org/more-than-a-roof/
I had already been homeless for 2 years when the "More Than A Roof" project started. I am STILL homeless today. But Robert & Sylve Huckins have a comfortable home.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

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Monday, January 30, 2012

I Wish My book Of Life Was Written In Pencil … There Are A Few Years I Would Like To Erase.

Homeless Counts Should be Counting Backwards

Sunday, January 29, 2012

More Than A Roof

http://housingisahumanright.org/more-than-a-roof/I had already been homeless for 2 years when the "More Than A Roof" project started. I am STILL homeless today. But Robert & Sylve Huckins have a comfortable home.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Housing Is A Human Right

http://housingisahumanright.org/more-than-a-roof/
I had already been homeless for 2 years when the "More Than A Roof" project started. I am STILL homeless today. But Robert & Sylve Huckins have a comfortable home.