The Canary Stories – a series from Wendy Greene

My favorite civil rights activist Rosa Parks and I share a birthday this week. Rosa Parks has been a household name for the duration of my upbringing. I love her quote, “I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done; does away with fear.” Rosa Parks spoke the truth. Martin Luther King Jr. spoke the truth. He said, “Justice delayed is justice denied.” In one perspective, their crusade was different than mine.

But there is no difference in my opinion. For we have all endured malevolence of our human rights. I too have a dream, “For truth, justice, liberty and freedom. By helping the helpless, defending the defenseless and giving a voice to the voiceless.” It’s a quote from my like-minded Whiteout Press editor Mark Wachtler.

From California to Canada

This story ties in beautifully with my last article, ‘US Families call on World Court to investigate DCFS and CPS’ with the intention to have them arrested and tried for crimes against humanity. Patricia’s story takes place out in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. This mother’s nightmare began in October of 2008. Her own version of my Riverside County, California is the Jutland Branch of what is imprudently named Ministry of Children and Family Development (MCFD). It’s just further proof to never judge a book by its cover.

The substantial distance between us does not change the fact that Patricia’s story has a common denominator of fraudulent and corrupt behavior that precipitates total destruction and suffering upon the innocent. The gravity of the injustices fall heavily upon the very children they claim to be protecting, and holding to “in the best interest” of the child. After I read these stories, one after another after another, it is unfathomable to me how they justify their abusive behavior towards blameless families; day after day after day. How do they all sleep at night?  

Patricia designed her own website in which is dedicated to her daughter and the incorrigible employees of MCFD, and of course their partner in crime, the Family Law court where anything but justice takes place. Patricia impeccably named her website misapprehension.com, which literally means a misunderstanding. There is a disconcerting pattern of these cases being opened, and blown out of epic proportions, over “misunderstandings”.

This unavoidable concern is what entices my urgent compulsion to join protests, write letters, make phone calls, something, anything. I must stop this preventable agony; that results in our families being forced to “move on” half alive. I am the ‘Little Engine that Could’. I don’t think I can, I know I can; change laws and make a difference. A good example is Candy Lichtner (founder of M.A.D.D.). Both of her children on two separate occasions were irreparably harmed by people that were driving drunk. She changed laws. It is people like all of us that possess a naked authenticity, and responsibility to pursue the long-suffering transformation that leads to permanent change. Since this tragedy has happened to me, it’s as if I am stepping into who I am.

Misapprehension – Patricia’s nightmare

“Misapprehension = the wrongful belief that something is true.” A failure to communicate is where Patricia’s case started, and progressively evolved into cold-blooded eruptions of perjury. My case has been completely denied any workers, lawyers or judges that possess anything remotely similar to a soul. That being said, Patricia wrote about a caseworker that had observed her and her daughter long enough to surmise the obvious – that something is gravely wrong with the case. I perceived the following paragraphs from Patricia as a win:

“My daughter came to visit ten times, with the social worker (Drew) supervising the visits. We became more comfortable with him as the days went on. Drew did not write negative reports and was willing to entertain the idea that something had gone terribly wrong. I explained to Drew what MCFD had done, and what the courts had done, and how my ex was telling the court I was mentally ill. Drew could see that I was not mentally ill, and that my daughter had not been abused. We had a loving and bonded relationship. My daughter was happy in my care, consistently excited to see me. Then became quiet and withdrawn on the way back to her father’s home.”