Complaint Review: California Department Of Child Protection Services.

The Death of a Foster Family (revised)
Posted by DogpatchDaze April 16 2005 2:20 pm State: California
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CALIFORNIA DEPT. OF SOCIAL SERVICES...CHILD PROTECTION SERVICES...MONO COUNTY, CA.
Social Workers...Debbie Turner-Jennings and Laurie Causus
CA. State Attorney...Leighton R. Dills
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The Death of a Foster Family
Posted by DogpatchDaze April 16 2005 1:42 am State: California
Replies 0 Last Post: April 16 2005 1:42 am
CALIFORNIA DEPT. OF SOCIAL SERVICES...CHILD PROTECTION SERVICES...MONO COUNTY, CA.
Social Workers...Debbie Turner-Jennings and Laurie Causus
CA. State Attorney...Leighton R. Dills
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THE DEATH OF A FOSTER FAMILY

Background

Our story begins in March, 2000 but really it begins 8 years earlier. I was a teacher in a small, rural school in NE Central California. In February of 1992, a family moved to our area and the children began school at our small country school. J. and K. were the youngest of a family of six children. They lived just up the road from our small ranch and were seen daily...dirty, unkempt, hungry...running the streets with no supervision. They rarely came to school even though they lived less than a block away from it...and when they did attend they came late but early enough to eat lunch on the "free lunch" program. The boy, J. was enrolled in my second grade class...K. was in kindergarten. From the very beginning J. was rebellious, resistant to authority and refused to do his school work. He was bright enough...but very undisciplined and allowed to do just "what he wanted to do". Try as I may, I could not get this boy to do anything in the line of school work...Hence, at the ripe old age of 7 years, he was literally failing school. Parent conferences were to no avail. The father was domineering and abusive, not only to the children, but to the mother in the family as well. In fact, as time went on, the mother attempted suicide and ended up leaving the children to "shift" for themselves.

Knowing I had to find a way to reach these children I searched the resources I had at hand. Noticing that J. liked to read books about animals and that he especially enjoyed taking care of the orphaned baby goat we had in class, I invited him to our ranch...on one stipulation...That he complete at least two of the day's assignments. This seemed to grab his interest and he completed the work and joined me that afternoon at the ranch to feed the animals. This soon became a daily ritual and was the only way I could get any work out of him. If his behavior was out of control, he wasn't allowed to come for the days visit...and so the year passed. It wasn't long before he was bringing his younger sister, K. with him. While J. would follow my husband around helping with the evening chores, K. would be with me...feeding and watering the rabbits and chickens and smaller goats and animals. We would feed the children a small evening meal and clean them up before sending them home each night. They would resist with all their might being sent home and would beg every night to stay "just a little longer." Sometimes the father would come down to get them...and they would shy away from him. Sometimes the older sister would come, and they would beg to stay just a little longer. It was heartbreaking to listen to them, but we would simply shut the door and try to forget the pain we were witnessing. Their attendance at school was sporadic, at best, and I would often find myself leaving school at recess time and going to their house to get them and bring them back to school.

It was obvious that something was going on in that family, so as a mandated reporter, I finally took my responsibility to begin making reports to our local CPS agency. However, the reports were to "no avail" and very little was done to bring these children to safety. The school year ended...and summer was long. The children didn't come to visit as much during the summer but as school began again in the fall, J. moved onto the third grade class and K. entered my classroom. Again, the children were dirty, unruly and exhibited uncontrollable, defiant behavior. I noticed that K. had very poor teeth...probably rotting from all the poor nutrition they were experiencing. They were inevitably seen with some sort of "junk food" in their possession. The third grade teacher could not control J. and K. would spend most of her time in my class asleep on the big soft pillow in the corner of the room. Time and again I reported my suspicions over the next two years, but NEVER once did CPS come to the aid of these children. K. spent her first grade year with me, literally failing school. The only saving action was that the children came nightly to our ranch after school and helped us feed and care for the animals. One touching event happened on Mother's Day that year. I was deathly ill with the flu and laying on the couch, convinced the world was going to end...when there was a knock on the back door. My husband answered it and there stood two "rag-a-muffin" kids with a jar of rocks with wild flowers stuck in it. They told him that they had brought me a Mother's Day gift so he let them in. Needless to say, I had difficulty keeping the tears away. I hugged them and told them "thank you"...and after a short time, sent them on their way. To this day, I still have that jar of rocks sitting out by the front fence.

Again, school ended and again, we didn't see much of the children over the summer. The father had forbidden them to come to our ranch, but whenever they could sneak away, they would find their way to the ranch and the animals. When we did see the children they would run up and give us a big "bear-hug" and ask when they could come for a visit. We always told them they could come anytime, but the father forbid them to come...so their visits were sporadic at the least.

Well, back to the real story here. The third year of school began and K. entered the second grade as one of my students. It wasn't long before problems again manifested themselves to major proportions. Attendance at school was poor at best...And when the children did come they made sure they could eat lunch. It was heartbreaking to watch K. try to eat, as her teeth were so bad, she could not eat much that required chewing...Only soft foods and liquids would pass her lips each day. One day, K. came to school with a cigarette burn on her nose (this was the second time I had seen evidence of a cigarette burn on her little body...The previous time it was on her back). Again I called and made a report and again, no action was taken. It was late October, 1994 when K. came to school with her face so badly swollen that she could not open her eyes. This was due to her "badly abscessed teeth". This time I called a friend of mine who was a sheriff and he helped me get CPS to the school to interview the children...and in the end, they took them into custody...only to return them to the father the very next day.

Well, the father did exactly what we knew he would do...He took the children and moved to the other side of the state. It took nearly two months for the request for school records to come in, and when they did arrive, I called the principal of the new school and told him what I knew of these children's background. He asked me to put it in writing, so I did...in an eight page documentary. It wasn't another two weeks before this man had these children to safety and this time they became a "permanent" part of the Foster Care system.


First Years in the Foster Care System

I was able to keep track of the children through the new principal and kept track of their progress in school. Although we could not talk personally to the children I was able to contact their Social Worker and he kept us informed as to their progress. About half way through that school year J. was put into a home for children with major behavioral issues...and K. was left to fend for herself in a local foster home. During that year the children had been in three foster homes. Toward the end of her second grade year, the Social Worker contacted us and asked us to take these children into our home to raise, because they had asked to come and live at our ranch. We were older, with our own children raised...nearing retirement...and really were quite content to live our lives as we had been...quiet and without incident. But, after much discussion and soul searching, we agreed to take the children. In the end, K. was the only one allowed to come live with us, but we kept in continual contact with J. so K. would have contact with her biological brother. Although J. was placed in a different foster home, we had the children talk on the telephone frequently and during Winter break and Summer break, J. would come to spend time at the ranch...Each year, he spent a minimum of six weeks with us at the ranch and he and K. relished in the company of each other.

We took custody of K. on August 14, 1995 when we drove eight hours to pick her up, returning home late, late in the evening. K. was eight years old now and an adorable little girl. In the beginning K. was shy, withdrawn and fearful of her own shadow. She was afraid of the dark so had to sleep with a light on all night. She had horrible nightmares where we sat up night after night, consoling her and reassuring her that she was now safe and loved. She also was a frequent "bed-wetter" so the first thing we did was to see our old family doctor and get something to help her control this problem. Whenever her biological father called on the telephone to speak with her, she begged us NOT to make her talk to him, but in an effort to conform to CPS directives, we had to allow her to talk to him. She usually sat on one of our laps while she fearfully carried on a conversation with this man.

The first year K. was with us, was spent entirely in getting her used to a normal routine, and normal rules and expectations. She was given simple farm chores like feeding the chickens and the rabbits and keeping all the waters filled. She spent most of her free time out in the chicken pen playing with the chickens like dolls and toys. We also got her a horse and she began horseback riding lessons.

As she began her second year with us we enrolled her in the local 4-H program in Horsemanship and Arts and Crafts. She would attend the meetings but rarely take part in them. Frequently at the meetings the 4-H participants were often required to speak, and one time when K. was to make a report on an award that she had won, she literally froze and freaked out, climbing under the table in fear. However, whenever she needed to make a presentation for a project, she would do so with confidence and pleasantness. She and I continued to enter most of the competitions that 4-H offered that year and as a rule and she continued to win one of the top awards each time. By the end of her first year with us, she had maintained a perfect attendance record at school, maintained honor roll grades, and won an abundance of top awards in her 4-H competitions and academic competitions. Her nightmares were still very much present but did not occur as frequently as they did when she first came to us.

Time passed and as she entered her fifth grade year in school it was evident that K. had progressed far beyond anyone's expectations. Teachers and other parents who had known her before when she lived with her biological family and who saw her now could not believe she was the same child. She had become a happy, outgoing child who smiled and joked all the time. By the end of her fifth grade year she had not only competed in a variety of 4-H competitions and won, but had participated in Jr. Rodeo competitions, and taken part in the Pre Teen America Scholarship and Recognition Program (a national program for pre teen girls...7 to 12) and won honors in the Speech Competition, and three other categories. In addition, she placed in the top 20 girls in California that year. In addition, she won the DARE PROGRAM first place award for the BEST essay on why you should say NO TO DRUGS by using her "own" real life experience as the topic.

As she entered sixth grade K. continued to "bloom" and her accomplishments were unrivaled. She continued to maintain perfect attendance at school and her extra curricular activities continued to see her excel at everything she attempted. At the 1998 Pre Teen America Competition she placed 4th runner-up to the California State Title Holder, won 3rd place in the Speech Competition and qualified to attend the National Pre Teen Competition in Scottsdale, AZ. that summer. She took part in the Talent competition by singing Ave Maria in Latin...and again sang Ave Maria at the National competition in Scottsdale that summer. She came away from the state competition that year with five trophies and at the National competition that summer, she won two more.

In October, 1999 K. attended her final Pre Teen California State competition where she won First runner-up to the California title holder and took third place in the Speech competition and as part of the Talent competition, K sang "The Goatherd" song from the Sound of Music. She stole the show when she took her baby goat onstage with the song and performed beautifully. K. came away from her final competition with six trophies and once again qualified for the Pre Teen National competition which CPS "refused" to allow her to attend. In January, 2000 K. took part in the local two county Middle School Speech competition. She was the "first" child, ever, from our small school, to take part in this competition and she walked away with FIRST place and two trophies.

During her time in; our home, K. was a participant in a variety of extra curricular activities...4-H, local fair activities, academic activities such as sports, Science fair and History Day (which she won hands down)...two years running. She had horseback riding lessons, her own 4-H animals, including her own horse, and she had voice lessons and was part of a local girls choral group. Anything we could do to help K. build a "positive" self image, we did. Anything K. wanted to do, we encouraged her to do it. Anything K. wanted to be involved in, we, as her "parents" stood behind her and escorted her to take part. Parental rights had been terminated by this time and K. had asked us to adopt her, so we were making preparations to do so. So, you see, for all practical purposes, K. was our daughter now, and we were doing everything we could to help her succeed and be the "best" she could be...in whatever she took part. It was our firm belief that if this child was to overcome her young life experiences and become a productive member of society, that she would need to develop a positive self-image and be able to put her early years out of her mind as much as possible. Therefore, in an effort to assist her to do this, we encouraged her to take part in anything and everything she wanted to do. We funded everything out of our own pocket because we believed she would be a better citizen for it.


CPS Steps into the Picture

It's now, March, 2000. K. is now 13 years old and a typical "pre teen/early teen" child. Home life was most typical as pre teen/early teen behavior prevails. As most of you know, children at this age, believe they are in "total control" and will make every effort to make their wishes prevail. Family confrontations occur frequently and a "battle of the wills" is evident on a daily basis. Our home was no different. K. and mom were in constant conflict because K. wanted "total control." The final confrontation occurred on March 14, 2000 when K., like any normal child, refused to mind and as a consequence was forced to miss her music lesson for the week. Upset and downright angry that this consequence had been enforced, K. went into her "I'm in charge", uncontrollable behavior. When she was not allowed to get away with it she attacked her "mom" verbally and called her a F***B****. In turn, she was disciplined with room restrictions and sent to bed early, but in her retaliation she continued to use 4-letter words toward her "mom" and as a consequence was disciplined accordingly. In a weak moment, I wrote her a note and told her to call her SW and find another home, because I was tired of putting up with her mouth and continued abusive behaviors. The next day she mentioned the discipline and note in school to one of her teacher's, who in turn...instead of coming to me and ask what had happened and why...She went to the principal who in turn called CPS...who in turn stepped in and took this child out of this loving, caring home forever. The adoption was halted and ultimately denied. To this day, K. has NOT been adopted and has been "denied" a "forever" home.

All of a sudden, the loving, caring, secure home that this child had lived in for the past 5 years was deemed "dangerous and unacceptable." It didn't matter that in the whole five years she had been with us, NOT one social worker had ever set foot in our home to do their required weekly/monthly inspections. NOT one licensing worker accepted their responsibility to come and inspect the home as required by law. NOT once were we, as foster parents, given any help for dealing with a RAD child or any help or instruction for taking foster parenting classes to be informed on what was expected of us. NOT once were the social workers available to assist us when needed. NOT once were the social workers physically involved in the life of this child. NOT once did the social workers help us get the psychological therapy this child so desperately needed. It was "I," who after three years of fighting the system, obtained a $10,000 grant for psychological therapy sessions. It was "us", NOT the social workers or the system who made certain K. and J. kept in physical contact with each other. We took J. into our home two times each year...with no compensation of any kind...and sent him home with new clothes and school supplies each and every time...simply because we "loved" these children and wanted them not to lose contact with each other. The bottom line here is that in the end, CPS workers allegated that ALL the things we did to help K. develop into a happy, self-confident child was deemed "abuse." All her 4-H activities and successes were "abuse." All her Pre Teen experiences were deemed "abuse." All her horseback riding lessons and voice lessons were deemed "abuse." Why, you ask...It's because the social workers claimed that we did all that and "FORCED" her to win so we would "feel good" about ourselves. I can tell you one thing...You can force a child to do something but you "CANNOT" force them to "win." There is much, much more to this story, but I won't go into it here.

The bottom line is that CPS social workers stepped into our life and took our daughter for no good reason, other than foster children in the system bring in huge Federal Funds "every" time they are moved from one foster home to another. They garner "huge" amounts of federal funds whenever they deem a child as "special needs" which they did our daughter. It's all a "BIG $$$" business to these DCFS agencies. Once taken into DCFS custody our daughter was NOT allowed any contact with us at all. For the first two years, she would sneak to the telephone to contact us and when she was caught she was told that DCFS would put her into Juvenile Hall if she didn't obey them and cease contact with us. Hence, for over two more years there was zero contact between K. and us. In the meantime, K. is moved from one foster home to another...a total of six foster homes in less than four years. This makes a total of eleven (11) foster homes for this child in a ten year period. Now does that make any sense??? It's no wonder these children fail to "bond" when they are entrenched within the foster care system.

We were destroyed...emotionally...for the first few weeks that K. was gone. Our biggest mistake was allowing the SW to "forcibly push" their way into our home and then talking to them because we were foolish enough to think that we had "nothing" to hide. WRONG!!!!!! But when you are innocent and you know it, your automatic reaction is to cooperate in an effort to set the record straight. DON'T ever allow these "witch hunters" into your home...without a warrant. We are told that "foster parents" have "NO RIGHTS" and that a warrant is NOT required for the SW's to come in and remove the children IF they are being removed under the guise of "imminent danger"...and this is usually the excuse that they use when they storm your home. Like it or not, it is still a "guaranteed RIGHT" of the Constitution of the United States of America that you, as a United States citizen, are guaranteed protection from illegal "search and seizure" by the Constitution and you should exercise this right whenever and wherever it needs to be exercised. Our biggest mistake was to allow them to "bully" us...but that will never happen again. If they ever come to my home again, they had better come prepared for a "fight" because that is what they will get.

After they took our daughter we voluntarily surrendered our foster care license with the explanation that since K. was not going to be returned to us (because that is what they told us), that we were voluntarily surrendering our foster care license because K. was the ONLY reason we ever applied for one...so we could give her a home and family. Since they chose not to return her to us, we had NO intention of remaining a part of this broken system or taking any more children into our home. The California FC licensing worker accepted our surrender of the FC license but made the statement that there could still be charges/allegations levied. This was the same licensing worker who came to our home and was so "stupid". She was the same licensing worker who told us we had been "lost" in the system for over three years...and yet, we were still receiving the FC license in the mail each year. I would say we couldn't have been TOO LOST in the system if they could mail it to us. This licensing worker was so STUPID that she questioned many things when she first visited (after 3 years of not making the required visits). K. took her on a tour of our ranch. Now anyone with half a brain would know if you have a ranch you would have animals...Right??????? As they walked around the LW asked K. if she was afraid of all these "dangerous" animals? You know, like horses, sheep, goats, chickens, rabbits????? These were ALL our K's 4-H project animals. Our K. looked at her in disbelief and replied emphatically that there was nothing "dangerous" about them. When the LW visited K's room...she condemned her bed as being too high. We had it up on milk crates because the room was small and this way, K. had room to store stuff under her bed in the crates. When the LW made this statement K. replied with..."Well, you know, I'm not a baby any more. I am nearly 13 years old."

Instead of just accepting the voluntary surrender of the FC license, DCFS decided it needed to make an issue of this whole mess. In an effort to build a case, DCFS/CPS began to "fabricate" a variety of "FALSE ALLEGATIONS" against me, in particular. My husband was told if he would "divorce" me, he could quite possibly gain custody of our daughter. Now who do they think they are fooling???? We all know that DCFS/CPS would NOT place a female child in her early teens with a "single" older man. In an effort to coerce me into admitting guilt the DCFS workers fabricated a list of allegations as long as your arm. The allegations began with four and within a six month period grew to twenty-three. The allegations went from "silly to ridiculous" as time progressed. Just an example of some of the allegations...(1) I wrongfully kept her home from a school field trip. Fact: She never gave us the permission slip to sign. (2) I took her helmet and made he walk her bicycle home from school (because in CA. minors must wear a helmet in order to ride on public streets. Fact: She had been told numerous times to put the helmet in my car less than 25 feet away or put it in my classroom for safekeeping. She was told if she didn't take care of the helmet as instructed she would lose it and have to walk her bicycle home and not be able to ride it again until she decided she would comply with the rules. The helmet was returned when she met the consequence established to satisfy the infraction. (3) I made her walk long distances to school and 4-H events while I drove. Fact: We live 3/4 mile from the school and K. "rarely" walked anywhere...much less to and from school. She usually rode to school with me and my husband picked her up from school each day. (4) I took her new shoes when she wore them in the snow. Fact: Yes, I took her "NEW" shoes...for two weeks...as a consequence for disobeying and going into the snow with them. She was told to wear her snow boots or old shoes to play in the snow, but she chose not to. (5) ALL the extracurricular activities that K. took part in were deemed "abuse" by the social workers because they said we "forced" her into them and "forced" her to win. How utterly "ridiculous!!!" (6) We refused to follow DCFS rules and refused to cooperate with the Social Workers. Fact: We did EVERYTHING we were told and more. It was US who continually called the Social workers on the telephone to report K's successes and difficulties. It was US who sent the news clippings to the social workers so they could see her accomplishments. It was US who sought therapy funding and transported K. to her therapy sessions. It was US who did everything we were ordered to do by DCFS. And yet, they claimed we were uncooperative. (7) We would NOT allow her to choose her own friends. Fact: True, we monitored her friendships and would not allow her to associate with children we knew were questionable in behavior or if we knew there were drugs in the home. She was too easliy influenced into making poor decisions. (8) We made her do ALL the work with the animals. Fact: She only did the work related to her 4-H project animals. This was a requirement of 4-H for the completion of her projects. However, there were a few times where she was required to do "extra" chores as a consequence for poor behavior or rule infraction. But it was nothing more than a simple chore or two...nothing out of her reach. (9). I did ALL of her school work for her so she could always win! Fact: I helped her when needed and taught her the "right" way to do a project or assignment, as any parent would have done. I did NOT do her work for her. I had my own work to do. Why would I take on an added chore of doing her work? These are but a few of the ridiculous allegations drummed up by CPS social workers against me. And I was NEVER allowed to defend myself against these allegations because Foster caretakers have "NO rights."

Although they are a very much needed part of the system, foster caretakers are frowned upon by many of the SW's in the system and treated as "second class citizens" IF they "dare" to question and advocate for the rights of the children in their care. So long as the foster caretakers sit back and "kiss the SW's a**" then they are okay...But let them try do give these children in their care a decent life and normal home, or dare to assist the bio family in reunification with their children, then they become "the enemy" and are bound for total destruction.

We were simply told by the social workers to "get out of K's life and let her get on with her new life." The end result was that I "lost" my teaching job after being in the classroom for over forty (40) years. I was deemed by CPS as a "danger" to my students. In an effort to discredit me and win their case, the States Attorney...L.R.D., of Sacramento, sent a list of "unproven" and "false" allegations to my school district superintendent and he, in turn, decided I was "not fit" to continue to teach in his district. I was forced into an "early" retirement at "half" of the retirement that I was entitled to. The superintendent reported me to the California Credentials Board and I was forced to defend my teaching credential that I had held for over forty years. This I was able to do successfully after a one year battle. As a result, I have been unable to get or maintain meaningful employment in the small town where we live, and our financial situation has deteriorated substantially. We are being forced to sell our home and move in order to begin a new life somewhere else. This is not easy to do when you are in your senior years. I am the main support of our family because my husband is 100% disabled so the loss of my teaching job affected us substantially.


The End of the Story

Well, for over two years we heard nothing from our daughter. DCFS was successful in their "divide and conquer" efforts to keep us apart. We were never granted a formal hearing to hear our case. The only hearing set up was incurred when we contacted a Nevada Congressman and he assisted us in securing it. However, after an eight hour drive from our home, which we made through snow and bad weather, we arrived only to be "denied" entrance to the courtroom. In the end, we were NEVER allowed to present our side of the story and our daughter has been forced to grow up in a variety of foster homes where people really didn't care that much about her. Even J, who maintained contact with us, was brought into the DCFS office and "ordered" to 'cease' contact with us. When he refused, DCFS denied him to have contact with K, and as a result, the children have grown up...not knowing each other as they should have.

Then, out of the blue, in March of 2004, our daughter, who was now 17 contacted us again by telephone. Her first question to us was..."Do you still "love" me?" The second question was..."Do you still want me?" After reassuring her that we had NEVER given up the fight to get her back home, she reestablished contact and has maintained this contact to this day. She tells us that "WE" are the "only" mom and dad that she has ever known and this is the "only" home she has ever had. She wants us to come to her graduation from high school and we plan to be there for her. And when she turns 18 and ages out of the system, she is planning to come "home" to the only home she has ever known. Finally, after over 5 years, we will be a family again. DCFS may have won the "battle" but WE HAVE WON THE WAR!!!

The latest, and most likely LAST abuse the system has attempted to levi on our daughter, now that she will soon be 18 and will "age out" of the system...is that they have made every attempt to keep her in the system for another 4 or 5 years by offering her a scholarship to go to college. Although our daughter wants to go to college to become an elementary school teacher, if she accepted their offer, she would be bound and committed to the system for another 5 years...or at least until she graduated from college. This is done by the system finding an adoptive family to place the child with and then funneling the college funds through them. In this way, they can continue to collect huge amounts of Federal Funds on this child and at the same time, pay the adoptive family to assist her with college and expenses. They make the offer sound very enticing but what sense does it make to place a child at the age of 18 in an adoptive placement with STRANGERS when they have had the past five years to find her a "FOREVER HOME". When we discovered that they had placed our daughter up for adoption at the age of 17 and 11/12th's we were furious. Luckily, we were able to convince our daughter to see thru this false maze and decline their offer. Therefore, the system, in their infinite wisdom, "aged her out" at 18 and set her on her own for one measly month before she graduated...(She turned 18 in late April...and graduated at the end of May). Now how "petty" is that...to turn a child out one month before graduation. Luckily our daughter was able to go stay with one of her former foster caretakers until she graduated...(She was not able to come stay with us because we lived an 8 hour drive from where she was). The system "sucks buttermilk." I honestly don't know how these SW's can sleep at night with the things they do to these children...and families they deal with. It is not disputed that there ARE children out there that need the intervention of the system, and it is NOT disputed that there are definitely "bad", "incompetent" foster homes out there, but the ultimate destruction unscrupulous DCFS social workers cause far outweighs the good that it/they do/does.

Because of all the devastation we have encountered due to illicit and illegal actions of California and Nevada DCFS/CPS I have become a staunch advocate for foster families and foster children who face devastation due to the actions of a faulty government system. I will continue this fight until positive reforms are made and children are NOT kidnapped from the families that love and care for them. This "legalized kidnapping" by this "system out of control" is an abomination of our nations state of affairs. I am in this fight to the end."


"If GOD brings us to it...HE will see us through it."
Therefore, "Stand up for what you believe...Even if you stand alone."

DISCLAIMER: I am not an attorney and any advice given by me is not intended to be of legal nature. It is recommended that legal advice be sought from a "professional attorney". This communication and/or documents, files or attachments is meant for the addressee only. Any invasion of privacy or copying of any files without express permission of this sender is prohibited and any violation of such is subject to prosecution.
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Nancee
Benton, California
U.S.A.

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