Collaborative Gross Injustice

At a time when I was going through prelaw school at NC Central University, I declined from the pursuit of a law degree coming to the realization, after two years, that the justice system that we grew up respecting and believing was a fair end all and be all for the people, was nothing but a mere fallacy. From my own horrendous experiences, and that of my youngest son, we have quickly learned that the justice system is based on anything but fair and equal protection of victims. On the contrary, it is based on who can afford the most influential, high profile, and deviant attorney, how much influence that attorney, and/or law firm, has with any particular judge, and the ability of that attorney to convince, or bribe, witnesses to testify to facts, whether true or not, in favor of their client. Take our case which is a prime example of all of this and is supported by a house full of concrete evidence to its validity.

Having erroneously been conned into marrying a man that turned out to be the most vicious narcissist that I have ever had the misfortune to come across, not to mention a mentally ill, drug addicted, abusive, alcoholic, he was finally removed from our marital home, after almost being in a position to murder me on at least three occasions but stopped professing, "You're not worth going to jail for." After the separation, he openly professed to everyone that he would not stop his fight against me until such time, he ranted, "I get custody of MY son." Everyone, knowing what the children and I had come through, felt that he was, as we knew he was, absolutely crazy, and could never imagine any judge, with any sense that is, giving this man custody of a dog, let alone a child. Having been found guilty of at least one assault, "Assault on a pregnant female and a minor female," and being forced to endure probation, it seemed totally unrealistic that this man would be lucky to get joint custody with primary custody being with me, his mother.

Two nights prior to this particular visitation with his father, my son, then only three and a half years old, sat up in bed crying each night, "Why you go and leave me all alone?" "Why you no love me anymore?" I was absolutely horrified at these questions and let my son know that I would never leave him and that I loved him very much. I could only imagine where such cruel and heart wrenching lies had originated from and as to why such heinous lies had been told to my baby. On this particular Wednesday night visitation of my son with his father, who lived with his mother not five minutes from my then real estate office, I traveled the five minutes back to my office, after dropping my son off, to continue working. That evening I received no phone call from anyone other than clients. At nine thirty that night, tired and questioning as to why my ex-husband was being so nice all of a sudden, I headed home to find no messages or phone calls there other than from clients. Next morning, I headed back to my office, arriving there at seven thirty in the morning, to find a desperate and urgent message from my then attorney demanding I go to his office at eleven o'clock that morning for pressing information he refused to impart over the phone. Immediately, I was sure that my son had been either seriously injured by his abusive, alcoholic, and drug addicted, mentally ill father, or, even worse, had been killed.

Upon arrival to my attorney's office, I was led into his private office and told that I was not able to get my son from daycare that day as I no longer had custody. Immediately, I barraged my attorney with a mass of questions through floods of tears and disbelief at what I was hearing. He told me that "They," were trying to establish that I was mentally unstable, I was a registered nurse at the time on no medications and functioning very well in the most critical areas I could possibly work in. He lied and stated, "We tried to get up with you but we couldn't reach you anywhere." I tried to tell him I hadn't received any messages or calls, and at first he stated the after hour's court hearing took place on the evening before, then he said that it took place on the Tuesday prior! I knew this was a massive conspiracy, and now my son's verbalized concerns two nights before that last visitation made a whole lot of sense now. He was being prepared for what they knew was coming. My ex-husband had also made some comments prior to all of this that professed he was self-assured of getting custody of our son, but we all thought that this was a crazy, drug addicted, abusive, alcoholic just running his mouth. I was told that I could go to my son's grandma's house, where my ex lived with his mother, and see my son momentarily that evening. I was also told that I couldn't have anything other than one hour supervised visits until such time as final custody was determined. I don't know how I made it home, I was in a fog, but somehow I drove myself home in a state of uncontrolled sobbing and disbelief.

That evening I was so distraught, I couldn't drive myself to the grandma's house, and when I arrived and my son was let out to visit with me, he ran to me begging, with tears running down his face, "Can we go home mommy please, can we go home?" Through the tears I cried "No, darling, they won't let me take you home." He cried, "I wanna go home with you mommy, please take me home wiv you?" I went to pick my baby up to comfort him and my ex stepped in to prevent me stating, "You can't touch him, you can only talk to him." I looked at him with a piercing look and angrily professed, "It will be a cold day in hell before someone tells me that I can't pick my son up and love and kiss him." Eventually I had to leave, and both my son and I were crying as I waved bye, repeating to him how much I loved him and him reaching out to me as his father carried him back in the house where my son cried out, "Please take me home mommy, I wanna go home wiv you."

Going to McDonald's is a pleasure and a joy, unless it's the place where you have to have supervised visits with your son who shows overt signs of separation anxiety. For the first fifteen minutes he would cling to me, refusing to allow me to put him down. Then he would play in the tunnels, which offered us no quality time together. Almost as if he had an internal clock, towards the last fifteen minutes of the visits, he would become clingy again and refuse to be put down. The separations were horrendous leaving both my son and me sobbing without restraint as to how this could be. On one occasion, forty five minutes into the visitation my son had to go to the bathroom, which I took him. As I helped him pull down his jeans I saw a bright red hand mark across his bottom. When I inquired as to how that mark got there, he stated his father had beaten him on his butt. I showed my best friend supervising the visit that night, but because my attorney had also stated to me on that first day of being told of this unbelievable change in custody, "The judge said if you make any more unfounded complaints of domestic violence against your husband he will stop your visits with Corey." Because of this threat and the potential for me to lose visits, not knowing what to do for the best, neither my friend nor I did anything fearing that it would be worse to not have these one hour visits. As far as unfounded complaints, this man had already been found guilty of one incident of domestic violence, and I had a whole house full of evidence and witnesses testimonies. It was hard, night after night for two weeks, to find someone to supervise each and every visit. Even my best friend and her children found it hard to afford and tolerate the every night visits, and often times I resorted to begging even my best friend's ex-husband to supervise one visit where I caught him in McDonald's at the time and convinced him to stay.

The court case was, as my broker stated back then, "A circus." They found a psychologist who, having purposefully omitted such a statement from her typed up report, professed falsely that I was a "Psychotic schizophrenic that would hurt Corey," and took a $1,000.00 professional witness fee for such false testimony. In her typed up report there is nothing bad about me let alone this bogus diagnosis. This psychologist, despite being removed from several custody court hearings for her overt discrimination against mothers in custody battles, continues to be allowed to practice today.

Furthermore, the Senior Practitioner from Child Protective Services went under oath to testify that my son's father "Was not a drug addict," "Did not do drugs," "Was not abusive," "Was not an alcoholic," and was "A good father." At the time the opposing counsel requested a one thousand professional witness fee for this CPS employee, but it was denied. During recess I caught this same CPS worker whispering with my ex and his mother in a remote corner of the courthouse. They only stopped when the assigned psychologist walked from behind me and let them know of my presence. When asked on the stand as to what this CPS employee was whispering about she again lied, a felony no less, and stated she was discussing her back and arthritis problems. Of course, we knew that in reality, she was discussing how she could get paid for her lies in light of the fact her professional witness fee was denied.

My son's pediatrician, who I cried out to help me protect my son from his father, also received a professional witness fee of $1,000.00 to falsely testify that in his opinion I had, "Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy." The pediatrician was falsely assigning a mental health diagnosis, whereby he had no evidence to that fact. His opinion resorted from the many incidents when every time my son came back from visits with his father whereby my son had unexplainable marks all over various parts of his body. With me being a nurse, not to mention a citizen as well, I knew it was my legal obligation to report such abuse. According to the opposing counsel, I was "Unnecessarily submitting Corey to multiple medical exams." Trouble is, my daughter, then only nine years old, often saw those unexplainable marks and injuries at the same time that I did when my son would return to us.

Any evidence I tried to submit was rationalized away as being "Inadmissible," or was allowed with no appropriate response from the judge. On many occasions he told me, "You are a manipulative and controlling woman who instigated your own beatings." He also told me on a number of occasions, "I don't want to hear one more time how afraid you were." He laughed and joked with anyone and everyone on the opposing side, but had not one kind word to say to me or anyone that testified on my behalf. So competent and deviant was the opposing counsel, she even tried to get the Director of Interact, supposed to be advocates for domestic violence victims, a one thousand dollar professional witness fee to state how "Hysterical," I was when I called during altercations that were going on at the house where I, my son, and my daughter were the victims while I was still married to my husband. This was another witness whose professional witness fee of one thousand dollars got denied. When all was said and done, this man that I had been married to, a thirty year veteran of drugs, alcohol, and domestic violence, got full sole custody of my then three and a half year old son.

Where I couldn't pay my attorney any more money, he dropped me. I realized that he had been a submissive part in this horrendous conspiracy that had so inappropriately placed my son in the full sole custody of a drug addicted, abusive, and mentally ill, alcoholic. On going through my files given to me by my attorney, I found a letter from opposing counsel to the judge requesting and assuring that he be on the bench for this particular case. The letter was dated seven months prior to the court case taking place. My attorney also told me of the attorney, and her criminal attorney colleague, who had represented my ex in his previous criminal court case, "They have a personal vendetta against you." When I asked this ice cold, but pretty blonde, attorney during the week long custody trial as to why she was doing this to me and my son she replied, "Because of all you've done to Kevin." As we know, all Narcissists present themselves as the victims, and, obviously, this situation was no different. The attorney is one of the same from the law firm that done the famous, and quite recent, Duke LaCrosse case if that tells you anything?

It has become apparent to me, my son, now fifteen years old, and my entire family, that this was a very cleverly, conspiring case of the most grossest injustice that very much over stepped the boundaries of the law. Obviously, there is no fair and equal justice for victims. Justice is merely based on the collaborative efforts of high profile, corrupt, and conspiring attorneys who have the most influence with a particular judge, or judges, who can convince witnesses to testify to anything with the promise of one thousand dollar professional witness fee, and those that will do anything for a client's fee without conscience to the pain that they may inflict even if it is on innocent children. This is collaborative injustice.