senators know that I have studied a terrible and pernicious
heart of darkness
that has developed in our court system, being the use of
FALSE ACCUSATIONS in civil justice.
is the mischief of litigating parties, usually mothers,
suddenly within the context of divorce and within child
custody proceedings falsely accusing the other party,
usually fathers, of the sexual abuse of their own children.
FALSE ACCUSATIONS are often made with the overt
or covert complicity of their
lawyers. They are a
lethal weapon in the business of parental alienation. They
are a tool for achieving sole custody of children and
Parents have NO RIGHTS.... ONLY RESPONSIBILITIES....
Parents' Rights now gone with my Homosexual Marriage
16.10 Maximum Contact & Friendly Parent Rule has to go to
to Judicial Practice, or Judges may be held in criminal
BREACH OF TRUST"
the ideas that the State assigns
Responsibilities to it's Citizen is straight from
pre-war Nazi Germany. Under the British system
rights are not State-given, but God Given.
Buying into the Court's position that what
rights remain are Children's Rights, is buying into the same
position that "<Natural> Parents have no rights", and
Canadian Children are at birth the property of the Courts.
Ask a lawyer what "Common Law" is and
they will likely tell you it is
"Judge Made Law", and expand up this to say
"Common Law is whatever the Judges are commonly saying these
This is completely FALSE. The Judges
are Agents of the Crown and they BY DEFINITION Judges are WITHOUT
CAPACITY to make any law whatsoever. Since
PARLIAMENT has the Capacity to make Law.
British Common law was NOT created by Judges, it was
only observed and documented by individuals sent out by the
newly Norman Crown after the
Norman Conquest of 1066 to observe and codify the
laws and customs of the various peoples of Britain..
This was done with a view to aggregate existing customs
which may vary across the land, into a unified body of
Laws. The Authority quoted by the Commoners in their
Common Law were frequently direct quotations from the
The process of documentation took only a
couple of hundred years, and
the product was a STATIC body of Law which was historical,
popular, and has served in the intervening centuries as a
Benchmark against which
Statutory Law may be measured for "Fairness".
It does NOT change.
Corpus : "literally, "you
may have the body". A Habeas
Corpus is a legal writ that protects an individual against arbitrary
imprisonment by requiring that any person arrested be brought before
a court for formal charge. If the charge is considered to be valid,
the person must submit to trial; if not, the person goes free. When
the law is suspended, then individuals can be imprisoned
indefinitely and without charge."
Skeletons in the Closet, a film drawn from the dramatized lives
of families living with a protected
Pedophile and the mental
illness it may create when a loving, faithful, Victim keeps the
Secret. This is shockingly
common. The Secret is their Power -
(You would be well advised to stay away from the Public Servant.)
a) NOT report results of studies which do
not show "expected results", and
b) if "unexpected results do eventually get
reported, they may only be reported with "expert" commentary to
explain away the deviation from the expected result that "Men are
violent" and "Women are their Victims".
The World Health has as a primary Sponsor, the
Rockefeller Foundations, a
Fabian Socialist group
which has as it's aim the conversion of the West to a Soviet style
block which can be comfortably merged with the Soviet Union.
See Norman Dodd.
Opponents of Equal Parenting like to tell you
that seventy something percent of Custody Cases don't go to Trial,
and are awarded as Sole Custody to Mom BY CONSENT.
What they don't tell you is that in ninety
something percent of Custody Cases that do go to Trial Mom gets Sole
Custody anyway, and Dad has to pay on top of his Lawyer fees, the
Court Costs for having lost his Application. Faced with these
abysmal odds, Dads are commonly told to "Just give her what she
wants so you can have a good relationship with her". Under
Duress many Dads foolishly acquiesce .... for
a time at least......
We prefer that Natural Parents NOT sign a Consent
Order that is not completely Equal with respect to Gender, as the
relationship of the divorced couple is greatly destabilized with
each injury to the equality of parental powers .
Pedophile Activists obviously don't go around
telling you what they're up to. Instead they call
themselves "Mentors", "Social
Workers", "Feminists" or "Homosexual Rights Activists". In
Canada, Pedophile Activists have been successful in getting
greater access to children by reducing the
of Consent to ,
and in eliminating a parents "right to know" when the child reaches
the age of
replacing them with school counselors and
Social Workers, and by, of course, eradicating fathers from
their children's lives entirely from birth on request by the mother.
the recent changes to accommodate homosexual marriage, the right of
natural parents to "parent" their natural children will soon be
removed entirely. Through these statutory changes, the term
"LEGAL PARENT" is replacing the
historic term "NATURAL PARENT"
in Canadian statutes. As a result Natural
Parents can no longer automatically claim to be the Legal Parents of
their own natural children at birth. Instead, to accommodate
the Homosexual Activists' plan to push Natural Parents aside when it
comes to parenting children, the Courts alone now decide who will be
the "parents' of all children born in Canada.
Activists are often lawyers, school counselors, teachers,
Social Workers, Sex Ed teachers,
pastors, Judges, etc. etc. They seek positions with access and
power over Children & Families, and positions to create social and
political change. The publicly undisclosed prevalence of
Pedophile & Homosexual Activists in our civil service has been
attributed to their determined politicism in the many groups like
ACT UP! , the secrecy of the
alliances made in various "secret societies" and sex clubs, and to
Sexual Nepotism in the workplace.
Erin Pizzey, Founder of the Women's Shelter Movement: "Why I loathe feminism... and believe it will ultimately destroy the family"
Juan Corona was
convicted of murdering 25 migrant workers (he "made love"
with their corpses).
Aileen Wuornos laid claim in 1992 to "worst female killer" with
at least 7 middle-aged male victims. She singlehandedly topped
the lesbian nurse team of Catherine Wood and Gwen Graham, who
had killed 6 convalescent patients in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
The association between serial murder and homosexuality isn’t
Erin Pizzey, who devoted her life
to helping battered wives talks for the first time
about the abuse she suffered at the hands of both
her parents and how it convinced her that
every bit as cruel as men.
Women are less happy nowadays despite 40 years of
feminism, a new study claims. Despite having more
opportunities than ever before, they have a lower
of well-being and life satisfaction, it found.
All unsold copies of A History of Modern Britain are
being withdrawn after the BBC journalist allegedly
falsely claimed in the book that a women's rights
campaigner had ties to a group of militant bombers.
is LOADS of government funding for
Women's Shelters and Legal Aide for women who claim
Erin Pizzey, the founder of the Women's Shelter
Movement quickly found that the shelters were quickly
being taken over by
"Femi-Nazis"), but try as she might she was unable
to prevent the
Femi-Nazis Takeover or put an end to the Father
Hatred Literature put out by them. She now lives
in fear for her life, but still occasionally comes out
to speak against the
Women's Shelter Scam.
In Canada, it has been well
established for a couple of decades that less than 4% of
the women in Women's Shelters are actually physically
abused or in danger of being physically abused.
Nevertheless since there has yet to be a government who
is capable or determined enough to eradicate the
"Femi-Nazi Concentration Camps" from Canada
The demolition of the Canadian Family
Rockefeller Foundation is a Sponsor of the World
like the infamous
Status of Women. These gave
Federal Funding, office space and other government
resources to "Minorities" to guide Parliament in policy
making and the revision of Canadian Statutes. The
most virulent and tenacious of these Canadian PACs
we think has proved to be the
Socialist) PACs, who
effectively run Parliament Hill on many many issues, and
seem impossible to dislodge.
These and their Propaganda machines
the Women's Studies faculties are clearly unemployable
in any capacity other than the parasitic role they have
chosen for their careers. They cannot dig, or
create something of value. They are desperate to
remain where they are: on the Hill, in the Universities,
and in the plethora of Public Offices by which they seek
to run our lives in
thought, word, and deed.
Until we as Canadians remember the
value and vulnerabilities of the freedoms won for us in
1649 , and will
stand behind a
ERIN PIZZEY set up the world's first refuge for battered
women in 1971 - and went on to establish an international
movement for victims of domestic violence. But what she has
never made public before is that her own childhood was scarred
by the shocking cruelty of both her parents.
Here, for the first time, she tells the full
harrowing story - and how it led her to a surprising, but deeply
felt, conclusion ...
childhood: Erin Pizzey was abused by both her mother and
Though I remember little of my earliest
years, I grew up in a world of extraordinary violence. I was
born in 1939 in Tsingtao,
China, and shortly after my family moved to Shanghai with my
diplomat father, we were captured by the invading Japanese army.
It was 1942, the war was raging and we were held under house
arrest until we were exchanged for Japanese prisoners of war and
put on the last boat out of China.
My father was ordered to Beirut by the
diplomatic service, and we were left as refugees in Kokstad,
South Africa. From living in an enormous house with a fleet
of servants and a nanny, my twin sister Rosaleen and I were
suddenly at the mercy of my mother Pat's temper. And it was
ferocious. Having escaped the brutality of the war, we were
introduced to a new brand domestic cruelty.
Indeed, my mother's explosive temper and
abusive behaviour shaped the person I later became like no other
event in my life.
Thirty years later, when feminism exploded
onto the scene, I was often mistaken for a supporter of the
movement. But I have never been a feminist, because, having
experienced my mother's violence, I always knew that women can
be as vicious and irresponsible as men.
Emotionally abused: Baby Erin (left) and
twin sister Rosaleen
with their parents
Indeed, I would go so far as to say that the
movement, which proclaimed that all men are potential rapists
and batterers, was based on a lie that, if allowed to flourish,
would result in the complete destruction of family life.
From the very beginning, I waged war against
my mother and quickly learned to disassociate myself from the
pain of her beatings.
Her words, however, stayed with me all my
life. 'You are lazy, useless, and ugly,' she would scream. 'You
look like your father's side of the family - Irish trash.'
They were vicious words that I have heard
repeated over and over by mothers everywhere. Indeed, when I
later opened my refuge for battered women, 62 of the first 100
to come through the door were as abusive as the men they had
She was, however, right: I did look like my
father, Cyril. While my twin sister was slim and had long dark
hair, and my mother's deep blue eyes, I was fat and fair-haired,
clumsy, noisy and brash.
I was only five but I knew my mother
didn't like me
I was only five years old, but I knew my
mother didn't like me. And with no servants to restrain her now,
she lashed out whenever she felt like it.
When we finally joined my father in a flat in
Beirut, I soon realised that he was no saint either. He would
constantly scream and rage at all of us.
He was particularly consumed by jealousy.
Even though he verbally abused my mother and rarely showed her
affection, he seemed compelled to follow her around like a guard
If she spoke on the telephone, he grilled her
until she burst into tears. If she went out shopping, he paced
the room until she got back and exploded with rage if she were
more than a few minutes late.
I hated my father with all my childish heart
- and was truly terrified by him. He was 6ft 4in tall, massively
built and had a huge paunch that hung over his belt. He stared
out of piggy, pale blue eyes and had a big sloppy mouth that
slobbered over my lips when he kissed me.
He didn't believe in baths, which he said
were 'weakening', and smoked tins of Players Cigarettes, which
made him smell like an ashtray. His rages were explosive and
But despite his clumsy, predictable form of
macho brutality - born out of his being the 17th child of a
violent Irish father - it was my mother's more emotional, verbal
form of abuse that scarred me most deeply.
She indulged in a particular kind of soul
murder - and it was her cruelty that, even 60 years on, still
reduces me to tears and leaves me convinced that feminism is a
cynical, misguided ploy.
Unfortunately, at that time, what I wanted
more than anything was for my mother to love me - something I
never felt she truly did. And so, when my father was posted to
Chicago, and I followed my mother to
Toronto, to live with my godparents, I was initially
hopeful. I believed that without my father's presence, she would
have the time be a real mother.
But once in the bosom of this normal family,
my own dysfunctional behaviour soon became apparent. I had, it
seems, already been too badly damaged by my mother's hatred of
I was always in trouble at school,
encouraging the other children to behave as badly as I did. On
one occasion, I was caught sitting on the doorstep giving away
the money I'd stolen from my mother's bag.
Needless to say, my mother went berserk. She
took me upstairs and beat me with an ironing cord until the
blood ran down my legs. I showed my injuries to my teacher the
next morning - but she just stared back impassively and did
Many years later, when feminists started
demonising all fathers, these stark images continually reminded
me of the truth - that domestic violence is not a gender issue.
She beat me until the blood ran down my
Shortly after the war, my father was posted
to Tehran and we all went to live with him. It was only when I
saw him again that I remembered how much I hated him.
He would come home from the office, and as he
put the key in the door I would freeze. I would often hear him
coughing outside the door - he was still a heavy smoker - and
spitting phlegm into the flower bed.
His eyes were windows into his violent moods.
If they were narrowed and red, I knew he was in a rage and it
would only be a matter of time before he erupted.
But my hatred of my father was pure and
uncontaminated by any other emotions. My feelings about my
mother, however, were far more complicated.
As much as I was devastated by her hatred of
me, I still genuinely strove for her love. In fact, I had
moments of great compassion for her when I saw her weeping and
wailing in front of my father.
Occasionally, she fought back against his
brutality. She was only 4ft 9in, but my mother was extremely
strong and her tongue was lethal. She accused him of being an
oaf and an idiot. She called his mother a prostitute and his
father a common Irish drunk.
Unsurprisingly, my brother and sister were
both withdrawn and silent children. My sister suffered from
headaches, weeping eczema and mysterious days of paralysis when
she was unable to get up from her bed.
To outsiders, my father was a genial,
intelligent man and my mother a famous party hostess with three
beautiful children and a perfect diplomatic family. In fact, my
parents were both violent, cruel people and we were all deeply
In 1949, my father was posted back to Tien
Sien, in China. I was left with my twin sister in a boarding
school - Leweston, near Sherborne in Dorset - and my brother
accompanied my parents.
Very shortly after they took up their post,
however, my parents were captured again - this time by the
communists - and held under house arrest for three years.
Without them, I felt an abiding sense of
peace and loved my holidays at St Mary's in Uplyme, a holiday
home for children whose parents were abroad. Miss Williams, who
ran the place, was the first adult that I really admired and
respected. She became my mentor.
But this idyll was shattered when I heard
that my parents had been released. I remember being called to
the telephone in the convent to speak to my mother. I had
completely blotted my parents out of my life and so when I heard
her Canadian accent, I just screamed down the phone.
'You're not my mother!' I yelled, all too
aware that the whole circus was about to start again.
When my mother first returned, to a house
outside Axminster, we enjoyed an uneasy truce. I was much taller
than her now, and too big for her to batter.
Instead, she began to list my father's
faults, and the atrocities he had inflicted on us all, as if I
were now her confidante. She would tell me how much she hated
him and that they never should have married.
'But I stayed for you,' she told me. 'I
stayed because I wanted you to go to a private school and enjoy
a comfortable way of life.'
I took the decision that I would have to
stab my father
Once again, she was unleashing her peculiar
brand of emotional cruelty, and placing all the responsibility -
and guilt - on me. It was a pattern of behaviour I would witness
again and again among some of the women in my refuge.
The day my father was due to join us in the
new house, my mother was a nervous wreck. She was crying and
clinging on to me, demanding that I protect her. 'I don't want
him anywhere near me,' she said.
In dysfunctional families, children, no
matter how badly they are treated, will try to take on the
parenting role. For me, this still meant protecting and
comforting my mother.
And so, on the night of my father's return, I
took a large carving knife from the kitchen and went up to my
parents' bedroom, which I peered into through a gap in the door.
They slept in separate, single beds and I took the extraordinary
decision that I would stab him if he tried to force himself on
I was, on reflection, following my mother's
unspoken orders. Remarkably, she had manipulated me to such a
degree that I was now willing to murder for her.
My father certainly tried to talk his way into her bed.
Fortunately, however, he didn't become physical. If he had, he
would now be dead and my life would have turned out very
In the 1950s, while I was working in Hong Kong, my mother was
diagnosed with terminal cancer. I returned to our house near
Axminster - and found my father unchanged.
By now, he was trying to force my mother to sign her money -
she had received a sizeable inheritance from her father - over
to him. Week after week, in the local cottage hospital, she
refused, and week after week, he ranted and raved at her while
she writhed in pain. I begged the nurses to stop him, but they
said no one could come between a man and his wife.
At first, my mother refused to believe she was dying. But
when my father finally broke her down, and bullied her into
signing the papers, her life began to ebb away in earnest.
She died on September 16, 1958, and my father had the body
brought home and placed in the dining room. That night, as she
lay next door, we sat down to have supper at the table in the
He made us stand vigil over her visibly decomposing body
After supper, my father ordered us into the dining room,
where my mother's open coffin was draped with a red cloth. My
brother, sister and I begged my father not to remove the cloth,
but when we closed our eyes for a moment to say a prayer for
her, we opened them to be confronted by her pale face. I vividly
remember that there was cotton wool sticking out of her nose.
Every night, we would stand vigil over my mother's body, and
every night she would be exposed to the humiliation of having
her children see her visibly decomposing. At last, six days
later, my father buried her.
I left home the next day and only saw him once more - when I
took his ashes to my mother's grave in 1982.
I only decided to talk about my traumatic childhood last week
- on a BBC radio programme called The House Where I Grew Up -
but I decided long ago I would not repeat the toxic lessons I
learned as a child. Instead, I would become a survivor.
Feminism, I realised, was a lie. Women and men are both
capable of extraordinary cruelty. Indeed, the only thing a child
really needs - two biological parents under one roof - was being
undermined by the very ideology which claimed to speak up for
This country is now on the brink of serious moral collapse.
We must stop demonising men and start healing the rift that
feminism has created between men and women.
Harriet Harman's insidious and manipulative philosophy that
women are always victims and men always oppressors can only
continue this unspeakable cycle of violence. And it's our
children who will suffer.
THE PLANNED DESTRUCTION OF THE FAMILY, ERIN PIZZEY
Just recently a 'battered woman,' for that is how she saw herself, came to me
for help. Her lover, who lived apart from her and her children, had beaten her
up badly and she was forced to go to the hospital. He then took her back to her
own house and stayed with her in order to look after her while her wounds
'You are not a battered woman,' I said with a sigh. I define a battered woman as
a woman who is a genuine victim of her partner's violence. 'You are a
violence-prone woman, a victim of your own need for violence.' I sighed because
those two sentences uttered twenty-five years ago in my early work at Chiswick
caused me to be hated and despised. I became the nation's conscience. I dared to
say publicly that women can be as violent as men and that women were a great
deal more psychologically violent than men. In this woman's case we have a great
deal of work to do and he needs to find himself a good therapist.
In 1971, inspired by the promise of women journalists and other
media-manipulators, I decided to join the newly founded Women's Movement.
'Sisterhood is powerful' they chanted. 'Sisters unite, no more competing, women
helping women.' It all sounded too good to be true. My first meeting filled me
with doubts. It was held in a very middle-class home in Chiswick and I gazed at
the Mao posters on the wall of the drawing-room. When asked why I was there by
the hostess, I replied that my husband was a television reporter and was very
rarely home and I felt lonely and isolated with my two children. 'Your problem
is not your isolation but your husband. He oppresses you and he is a
capitalist.' I pointed out that she too had a mortgage so she therefore was a
capitalist, and far from oppressing me my husband was baby-sitting so that I
could attend this meeting. Her husband was out at a Union meeting organizing the
Brentford Biscuit factory with the help of his degree in Political Science, to
prepare for the forthcoming revolution.
What the woman didn't know, was that I was the daughter of a diplomat. I was
born in China, and traveled the world with my father. I also-worked in the
Foreign Office and was well aware of the atrocities both in Russia and in China.
Then over cups of tea, we were assured that women were a minority group. I
pointed out that women made up fifty-two per cent of the world's population. I
was given Mao's little red book and SHREW magazine. I took it home and was
horrified at the hatred it spewed against men.
I decided that this organization needed looking at. With both children in school
and time on my hands I went to work for The Women's Liberation Workshop in
Shaftsbury Avenue. I witnessed the women working there tearing open letters and
pocketing the three pounds ten shillings that desperate women were sending in to
join the movement. I tried to answer as many of the letters as I could. Some of
that money went into buying explosives.
Terrorists in the Women's Movement blew up the BBC van outside the Miss World
Contest and the top off the Post office tower. I called in the police. All this
rubbish and rhetoric was to culminate in the up-rising of the 'working classes'
and the death of Capitalism and the destruction of all men. Needless to say
there were virtually no working class women in this movement. Most of the
revolution was fought around middle class dinner tables in grisly Islington.
By now I was very firmly 'the enemy.' Men, at this point, took the whole
movement as a joke but it was no joke, as many homeless men deprived of their
children will tell you. Savaged by feminist lawyers and therapists, men have
routinely been deprived of their homes, their children and their incomes.
I knew that I wanted to fulfill my original dream. Women working with women in
co-operation with men. The idea that we should work with men was anathema to
these women. The Women's Movement was dominated by the Radical Separatist
Movement. They not only hated men but heterosexual women as well. I saw through
their very hidden agenda. I stood on platforms saying that if I had to pay three
pounds ten shillings, meet in cells and call my friends comrade, then they were
asking me to join the Communist Party, which was fine, but don't lie. Don't
collect money under false pretenses. I had plenty of good Communist friends, I
wanted a movement that truly represented women. Not tired hacked-to-death male
The early collective meetings and conferences involved hundreds of women, mostly
middle-class women bored with their life-styles and they were terrifying. Anyone
brought up in a girls' boarding school as I was, knows how violent and
manipulative women can be. The bullying in the collectives was unabated. No
lipstick, no high heels, no deodorant, I broke all the rules. 'Why do you wear
men's suits and ties,' I asked. 'if you so hate men?' Silly question I suppose.
'We are wearing the symbol of our oppression,' was the humorless reply.
By now I realized through reading the Women's Movement literature that those
thousands of women working in all caring fields, the journalists, the television
makers, were determined to destroy family life in England. [See Communist
Manifesto —WHS] 'Make the personal political,' was one of their many banners. So
thousands of violent and very disturbed women attacked normal happily married
women and our traditional way of life. Secret meetings were held (everything was
done in secret) and I received a letter '.....and the collective decided that
until the whole matter is sorted out, and you have given a statement of this
position to a woman-lawyer, or someone in the N.C.C.L., you should no longer
work in the office or attend meetings of any of the collectives.'
Profoundly depressed by my experiences in the movement, I went off to do what I
always believed would liberate women. A place to gather and to work together in
co-operation with men.
Soon beaten and battered women with their children were coming to me for help.
There was no literature on battered women, so I wrote 'Scream Quietly Or The
Neighbors Will Hear.' I was immediately in trouble because the book was not
'politically correct,' it discussed family violence and I refused to let the
Managing Director politicize my book. By now I was giving the figure of 62 women
out of the first hundred women who came to the refuge were as violent or more
violent than the men they left. Also many were prostitutes taking refuge from
their violent pimps. This infuriated the Women's Movement. I knew that as soon
as I attracted publicity and funding, the Women's Movement which by now
attracted neither, would be beating on my door. When I called a small conference
to help other groups get started, several hundred women with feminists and
radical separatist feminists invaded my conference. They started their usual
bogus rubbish trying to appeal to my mothers, making much use of the phrase
'working classes.' My mothers were not impressed. One of my closest friends at
Chiswick said 'there isn't a working class woman amongst you.' Another slightly
bolder yelled 'go home and get your dildoes.' We left them to battle it out by
themselves. They then formed The National Women's Aid Federation.
This delighted my many enemies at The Home Office and The Department Of Social
Security. My chief enemy at my first meeting was a member of the sisterhood.
'How will you pay for your refuge?' she sniffed. 'I shall pray,' I said. I did
all the time and it was our prayers that sustained Chiswick for all those years.
The Federation used all their contacts in the media (many of them were
journalists) to rubbish me and my work. By now I was writing at home at night.
They came to interview me about my books but the books were never discussed,
only how fat I was or how belligerent I was.
I recently asked The Home Office for their latest report and I was not surprised
to see that my name and 'Scream Quietly,' the first book in the world on wife
battering was missing. I knew from other writers that editors in the publishing
world of London were themselves radical feminists and it was their habit to
dictate their themes to desperate writers, who were then coerced into writing
the editor's book, knowing that should they disobey, they would not be
published. My brother Danny always wrote what he was told to write. He
complained down the telephone to me and finally, just before he died, he said
bitterly 'I have no contracts and no film deals in sight.' He rewrote the four
hundred page synopsis for his book four times to suit his agent and his
Throughout all the fighting I kept preaching that family life was and always
will be the foundation of any civilization. Destroy the family and you destroy
the country. I warned that of the violent women with their children coming to
me, virtually none used contraception. My mothers had an average of 5.1
children, meanwhile non-violent families had a 2.5 average. I wrote reports, I
drafted memos, all to no avail. Nobody wanted to hear what I had to say. In the
back of 'Scream Quietly' I listed all the agencies that had failed my families.
I wrote that I was not seeing social workers, I was seeing political activists
with social work degrees. The same went for teachers, and probation officers,
editors of books and magazines. Like a giant cancer this movement dug its crabs
legs into anywhere they could wield their power.
Many women, assisted by weak men, sought to destroy me and my work and I knew
that finally having fought court cases that involved disobeying judge's orders
to save children's lives, I knew I would be ousted from my own refuge. A few men
bravely tried to make their voices heard, realizing the dangers. They too were
excoriated by both men and women. Businessmen in the media, managing directors
of publishing houses, never understood that their editors were lying to them.
Playing the numbers game. 'Who do you think you are?' screamed one feminist
editor. 'I must be somebody,' I replied. 'After all I'm in Debrett's and Who's
Who. You're nobody in publishing.' Another said...'Why can't you write the sort
of books you know I like, Erin...... books about women loving women?' 'I can't,'
I replied. 'I'm a heterosexual writer and all my books celebrate family life.'
Because men looked upon the refuge movement as a 'woman's issue', newspapers
sent women journalists to attack me. I addressed a conference of radical
feminists and asked them why, when I respected their right to practice their
politics and define their own sexuality they denied me my rights to my
heterosexuality, my right to live and work to preserve family life and to enjoy
being at home with my family. That I think being a mother and a grandmother has
given me more joy than any other achievement. I was screamed down and met with
When I published 'Prone to Violence', a book about my work with violent women
and the children in the refuge, I was picketed by hundreds of banner-waving
women. 'All men are bastards!' read some of the banners. 'All men are rapists!'
shrieked another. 'If those banners said Jews or black people, you would have
arrested those women,' I told the policeman who had come to say that I had to
have a police escort all around England for the book tour.
World Health Organization (WHO) gags unbiased DV studies, demands
falsified reporting on Violence Against Women
".... The Steering Committee of the WHO Study agreed that interviews
with men should not be included ..."
"In situations where very low levels of violence are documented or
there are results that are otherwise not expected, the findings should
be discussed with key informants and different community groups before
being widely disseminated."
"Feminism, Socialism, and Communism are one in the same, and Socialist /
Communist government is the goal of Feminism."-
Catharine A. MacKinnon
"Anyone who knows anything of
history knows that great social
changes are impossible without
feminine upheaval. Social
progress can be measured exactly
by the social position of the
fair sex, the ugly ones
Mr. Dodd ..
reveals the Tax Exempt
Carnegie, and Ford Foundations who since the
turn of the century have set out to
the education and morals of .. countries
globally. Reduced standards of Education and sexual promiscuity
of today have their roots in these Foundations.
"What most people do not realize is that all
efforts to utilize public health measures to
slow spread of the HIV epidemic have been
.. Because both public health officers
and physicians have been ..
from introducing the public health measures
needed to stop further spread of this
senators know that I have studied a terrible and pernicious
heart of darkness that has developed in our court system, being
the use of
FALSE ACCUSATIONS in civil justice.
This is the
mischief of litigating parties, usually mothers, suddenly within
the context of divorce and within child custody proceedings
falsely accusing the other party, usually fathers, of the sexual
abuse of their own children. ,,,
FALSE ALLEGATIONS are often made with the overt or
covert complicity of their lawyers. They are a lethal weapon in
the business of parental alienation. They are a tool for
achieving sole custody of children and creating fatherlessness."
Senator Nancy Schaefer and her husband Bruce have died from
a single shot wound each. The deaths are being handled as
a 'murder-suicide'. <Ha!> The husband shot once in the chest.
Nancy was shot once in the back. Both shots were
lethal. Two shots, Two Kills
Lawyers consistently estimate the homosexual fraction of
the Law Societies & Judiciaries as "forty-something" percent.
That is, a randomly selected Judge or Lawyer is about thirty
times more likely to be homosexual than the population at large
Sexual psychopath. His
'data' mostly came from sexual psychopaths, sex offenders,
criminals, pedophiles, male prostitutes, and promiscuous
homosexuals. Two of his "co-investigators" were serial
Rex King, convicted of 800 counts of child rape involving
both sexes, and
Fritz von Balluseck, an ex-Nazi convicted of the rape-murder
of a ten-year-old girl in Berlin
Kinsey solicited and encouraged pedophiles, at home and abroad,
to sexually violate from 317 to 2,035 infants and children for
his alleged data on normal "child sexuality."
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