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DC – The Right to be Heard

Published  August 14,  2007 Fassit ©

DC – The Right to be Heard

This is the story of my life and how the justice system and its government steal our children and give no reason as to why or when! How things get covered up and no one wants to talk for fear of losing their job. How people in authority still hide to this day what they did and to this day no one has ever given me answers.

I start my story from the age of 8 and will take you through my life and up to present – June 2007

My story begins in 1979 and will bring you up to date. Myself aged 9, mother, father and brother moved to a council house in Cambridgeshire from Worcestershire. On the first morning in our new house our window had been shot with a pellet gun and the window was later smashed. We reported this to the police. They seems not be interested.

At age 13 I did not get on with my brother and we had fights. I started skipping school and began running away from home when I was 14. Social services got involved. A social worker came to our house with a policeman. My mother refused them entry. Soon after other police arrived with riot gear along with the Police Inspector of Huntingdon police station. Mother agreed to let them in to talk, but would not agree on them taking me. The police smashed our door in our home by hitting it with a police truncheon. Our dog bit a policeman. They started hitting and punching all the family in front of me. They arrested my mother, father, brother and our dog was taken. My brother was held in the cells and my father released.

My mother was beaten up in the cells. She ripped the ventilation system out of the cell because she just could not breath. She was charged for this and sent to Holloway prison for damaging the cell. When I went to see my mother in court that week her face was bruised very badly. My brothers face was also bruised.

I was taken to a centre in Peterborough where I was abused by the staff there. They pulled my hair and punched and kicked me when I tried to run away. I was also assaulted by a police lady who brought me back and by the other children who were in there for behavioural problems.

One day I ran away whilst on a camping trip. I was helped by a friend to return to my parents home. The police came to the house with social services. My parents told them they had not seen me and they informed my parents that when I did return home I can stay at home and there would be no more involvement from social services or the police.

My parents started to drift apart and my mother left the family home two weeks before my 16th birthday. The time my mother spent in Holloway prison had changed her and she was never the same lady. She was degraded by our law system that’s suppose to protect people! Our government that’s suppose to be just and fair!

A year passed and I had not heard from my mother since she left. I went to social services to collect a riding hat from the kind receptionist there. She informed me my mother had called. At this time I was expecting my son Paul. I had split from the father and was alone. I agreed to talk to my mother as I missed her so, but also understand why she left. We rebuilt our relationship.

I moved into a council house in St.Neots and was looking forward to my son being born. I had saved and brought every thing I would need for my son. When he as born I was so proud of my son. My father use to love playing with his grandson. My mother use to love when we went to see her. Both my parents loved Paul so much.

One day I heard a knock at the door. A lady stood there and I asked who she was? She replied “I am from social services”. I was shocked and she told me my sons on the at risk register. I asked why and she told me this was because I used to run away from home. I told her that was years ago. She asked to see my son. I let the lady in, after all I had nothing to hide.

I know what these people are like now in my later life after what has happened. At the time there was, no warning or child hearing, just my son on the register with no papers - nothing. I know this to not be a right course of action now but being so young I did not question this, and just went along with them.

This lady soon left social services and another took over my case. At this point I was a single mother who felt totally hounded by these people. My mother was living so far away from me. I put Paul in to temporary care for rest time and that’s all it was suppose to be.

I took my son out one occasion for the day and never returned him. The police came to my fathers house and asked why I had not returned my son to the foster carers. I kindly informed him my son was mine not theirs and that he was only in temporary care. The officer asked to see my son and Paul was asleep in my big bed.

I can still see to this day the flash backs of my son and his time as a child with me and remember how shy he was of other people. The officer got on his radio and said he was not removing this child from his mothers care.

Next week and a social worker came to the house. She told me I had to return Paul to the foster carers as there is a three month cutting off time and after that time I can have my son back. I agreed.
I have seen first hand what these people can do when you say no and what the government can do to families.

Within three week the foster parents moved to Doncaster and took my son with them. I was told the process to return him was being done. I visited my son Paul in Doncaster with a travel warrant from social services. I met the foster carers at a shopping centre and also I asked for it I was never given their address.

I did not know what was happening behind my back. In fact the foster carers and the social worker were planning to adopt my child. A social worker came to my home and asked if I agreed with the foster carers adopting my son. I told them to get out. I rang the usual social worker but she avoided me like the plague. No one would return my call or talk to me when I went to the office. Then, I got a letter saying my son was adopted and I could not se him until he was 18. I was totally crushed. I did not know how when or where this adoption took place. But I now know this must have been planned all along. This is why the foster carers moved to Doncaster almost over night without my knowledge.

14 years later (1995)…………

Every day I would think about my little boy and wonder if he is alive. No one would ever confirm my son was alive or, if he was healthy. I used to call social services in Cambridgeshire, just to let them know I will never go away, and I want my son year after year. I told them the truth will be told and what they did will come out.

In 1995 I met Peter, the father of my other two boys. At this time my mother was diagnosed as terminally ill. I fell pregnant with Peter Jnr and caught Chicken Pox. I was extremely ill and was taken to the hospital ITU department. I was put on a breathing machine. I came through it and gave birth ok to Peter Jnr.

Peter and I then split up because he hurt our son at the age of six weeks old and ten weeks old. Peter himself had suffered abuse from his father and mother. Bill his uncle told me Peter’s mother had threw him down some stairs when he was eleven months old, and there was a pattern of abuse in the family throughout the generations. But all this never came out till he hurt our son. I had no choice but to protect my son. I split with Peter and reported the abuse to the police. I arranged for a divorce. Social services became involved. Shortly after this I found out I was pregnant again. Due to stress at a case conference held two days before which stressed me out so much, my waters broke and my son F was born 5 weeks early weighing 4lbs 11oz. He would not feed and was fed by tube going through his nose and also was not holding his temperature and spent time in special care.

My ex Peter was released from a mental health ward at an army base and applied to court to try to get custody of our boys. He told such lies but he was a staff sgt in the army and was a saint in the judges eyes at Cambridge county court. Our justice system and judges need to learn more common sense and not to take a persons word just because they are military or in authority. It seemed if my ex took anger management classes and child care classes he would be all a sudden a fit father, even through he had punched my son in the face at 6 weeks old and ten weeks old hitting and badly bruising his bum.

I refused my ex contact with his son but the judge ordered it to go ahead. Since then their father cut off and has not contacted them since. I won custody of the boys.

Social services involved themselves in every aspect of my life. They even came to my home and told me I must get a fire guard for a fire I never used as I had central heating and the fire was for decoration only.

My son Paul is about to turn eighteen and yet to this day none of Cambridge social service will talk to me. No one wants to talk, their all scared of losing their jobs and stay quite. I have rang time and time again and now have a letter saying they are going to have me for harassment, still to this day no reason.

I recently obtained my sons adopted birth certificate, so I now know it took place at Doncaster county court and these people will not talk either. I feel there is corruption within the justice system and social services departments.

I have been dating a man for 4 months who is good with the boys and been very helpful. Social services are still involved. They have turned up threatening to remove my children.

At this point in my life I have done 4 years of law and many college courses. I am also a member of the institute of legal executives, and own my own three bed room house and do ok. My children have everything they want. I just give them all I can.

It is time to stand for what I believe in, which is fair justice for all no matter who you are, no matter where you are from. You have to answer for what you do wrong. Justice we say in this country is fair, lets start to see fair justice.

To all who have suffered at the unfair and unjust system - you do not stand alone. We stand together for fair justice and a law that’s supposed to protect us and give us fair justice.

Start to give us that and start to listen to the British people.
This is our country and we have

The right to be heard!!!!!