I found this in my e-mail inbox yesterday evening:
along with another document pretty much just setting out how the lawyers for Delta Police have tried to find me among all the places I’ve lived in the past year and a half or so…five in total.
I pretty much felt like I’d had the wind knocked out of me.
You see, I think I had given up. The last time I stood before a judge of the Supreme Court, he was quite sympathetic, actually. He said that he had just recently presided over a 10-month-long trial where the accused, three of them, had their defense paid for by legal aid, by US, in other words. These three were found guilty and the judge mused over what their defense had cost us. My best guess would be in the hundreds of thousands of dollars range. That judge moved me to tears (literally, I discovered when I tried to speak moments later and found that I couldn’t) when he said that I must really only need to be heard. He said that he would gladly have his taxes support that cause and honestly, this was the most supported I felt by the legal system in the year and a half that I’ve been dealing with it. But I left my husband in 2003, 10 years ago this March. This first show of real support has come very late in the game.
I want to say here that I’ve never wanted this; I’m not a fan of people who run to the courts at the prick of a finger, or even more serious harm, and use the system as a way of squeezing money out of people. I don’t think it’s admirable.
However, in my situation, this WAS serious harm and I had asked the Ministry on many previous occasions to remove the oppressive label they had applied to me based on the mistaken identity and allow me to move on with my life: get a decent job, live a balanced life, let my neighbors know that I am not, nor was I ever, a prostitute with an addiction to cocaine and a penchant for living off the avails of others. Of course, many of my neighbors know this now and their trust and respect for me isn’t anything I take for granted. But I wanted validation from the Ministry. I wanted an apology. We are talking about 10 years of my life here, my entire fourth decade of life. But that day, in court, the Ministry lawyer said that she had been requested by her superiors to ask for costs.
Her superiors are the Ministry of Justice and if that didn’t feel like a slap in the face. The government has already taken everything from me, including my ability to, what was it Ms. Mosher SW had said…”to focus on my grandchildren, to give them the best life I could.” The fact that I don’t have grandchildren and if I did I couldn’t afford to offer them much of anything at all seemed to have escaped her. But to have them ask for costs on top of it all was like a knife thrust deep, not into my back, but right into my chest, the snarling, delirious, vindictively happy face of an inhumane government, pushing it in, all the way to the hilt.
So, I took a step back, which is what most people do when they have a knife sticking out of their chest. I stared at this now obvious truth: I have to let go. So I did. Not easily. Not without a loss of hope and a wounded pride. I retreated to a corner and here I’ve been sitting, licking my wounds.
Until yesterday, when I checked my e-mail and found that I will be going to court again. I started to cry because I know what this is all about. It’s about money. You see, back in June of 2011, when I first approached the courts as a remedy, I learned that if a Plaintiff denies the Defendant the opportunity to set aside a previously ordered judgement against them, in my case a default judgment for damages to be assessed, and the court finds there is good reason to set aside that default judgment, then costs are awarded to the Defendant. I found this out because it’s exactly what happened. What the Delta Police want from me now is money.
So, I’m calling all angels. Sergeant Robert O’Connor, RCMP Ret., Cst. Lyth, RCMP Sidney, BC., Cst. Simpson RCMP Ridge-Meadows Detachment, Cst A. Bewcyk, Port Moody PD, Joanna Coward, SW, J’Anne Ward, (who must be a PhD by now and if not, ought to be), John Andrews, Principal, Moody Elementary, Ms. Clignon, Mr. E, teachers, Moody Elementary, Honorable Madam Justice Challenger, Honorable Madam Justice Dossa, Honorable Judge De Couto, and the many, many others who bore witness to the events of September 2001 through to the present and which concern my children and myself. I am faced with the challenge of finding all of you, some of you I have no idea where to start. Surely, you must wonder what happened? This entire event hasn’t taken place in a vacuum, even though it may feel like it, dammit! You may not like me, you may not agree with some things I’ve done over the years to bring some accountability and order to this chaotic situation…but you can’t, you just can’t have witnessed any of this and not been affected by it. You can’t. It’s not possible.
I’m pleading with you to please come forward so I can find you. Many of you remember my daughters when this all started. They were 6 and 8 years old and if you were a police officer then no doubt you remember them. I made a bloody scene, there is no way you don’t know what happened, even if it was through rumor and speculation, even if what you actually thought was that I was crazy. But now you know I’m not, so it’s okay, right? You can come forward and I will forgive you for not acting back then because it’s what we do, right? We forgive the people who harmed us and especially in your case because you were lied to and manipulated by just a man. Then, later, the entire system. I get it. I do. I get it.
You have this opportunity now to come forward and make a choice, right? Make a choice about where you stand. It’s not just about my family, about my daughters. You understand this, right? This is about humanity, about how we treat each other in a civilized and aware society, about where we are and where we’re going to go. Many of you are on the forefront, it is your experiences and beliefs that create and change social policy. Where we are as a society in 10 years will be largely due to what we do TODAY, to what we bring to the table TODAY. What are you going to bring?
I’m asking you to bring it.