Explanation

In the year 2000, my aunt (and my mother’s only sibling) added my name as a co-owner of her valuable house in New York City. Previously my mother had added my name as co-owner of her checking, and I think her savings, bank accounts, and she had placed a certificate of deposit worth more than $60,000 in trust for me.

My brother was displeased with these actions of both my mother and my aunt, and events transpired which allowed him to use slander to prevent me from inheriting money or property from either my aunt or my mother. For most of my adult life, my brother, who is politically conservative, has disapproved of my liberal beliefs and of the fact that I have lived in Canada for many years.

I had been employed by the City of Xxxxxxxxx as the director of a high profile, politically sensitive community center in the xxxxxxx neighborhood in Canada. The civically active, powerful woman who was living with my ex-husband began a campaign to remove me from my position, but I was a competent and well-liked director. That woman then accused me of providing a community organization that was her rival with sensitive city material, which was not true. However in a severe ethical lapse, a police inspector and the City’s Director of Community Services arranged for illegal police surveillance at my home and office to discern whether I was releasing information which should be confidential. Other city employees told me about the cameras and listening devices, and I complained to the Director of Community Services on the telephone, a call which was heard by the City Manager. The Director of Community Services had his employment terminated that same day.

The city continued my employment for another six weeks and then fired me. During that six week period, without my knowledge, city police “investigated” me and ruined my reputation with everyone I had every known in order to protect themselves. They said that I had lied and accused the Director of Community Services of sexual harassment which resulted in his dismissal - this was not true. Police told people that I was a violent person, also not true. They said I was sexually promiscuous, which was a ridiculous lie. Police unearthed three former employees of mine from a court project I had managed for seventeen years. These three, who had initiated a failed union grievance against me, were somehow persuaded (two are now probation officers and one is an education director at court) by police to say dreadful and untrue things about me which the city police then repeated to everyone they contacted and re-contacted about me.

At that time I had no knowledge of how badly police were damaging my reputation and I simply sued the city for unlawful dismissal, without mentioning the illegal police surveillance, and settled out of court for a run-of-the-mill settlement.  Gradually, the truth about the police bashing of my reputation emerged, and I found myself to be isolated. Then local police involved the Royal Canadian Mounted Police in an effort to drive me from Canada, so that I would not be available to testify about their actions. Part of that effort centered upon using a U.S. security agency to destroy my credibility with my American family and to help remove me from this city where I have lived and prospered for many years.

None of the calumnies presented about me by Xxxxxxxx Police, the RCMP, or the U.S. security agency has even the slightest basis in fact, and all were invented simply as a means to cover-up the City’s activity in placing me under illegal camera, microphone, telephone, and computer surveillance in both my home and office because of an employment matter.

At this point, my brother, Axxxxx X. XXXXXXX, became involved. He was approached by a U.S. security agency which was acting as an ally of the RCMP, and he seized the opportunity to poison my mother’s mind against me. My brother is an well educated professional, an author, a man who has lived in a half dozen different regions of the country, and he has traveled widely. He has a more sophisticated worldview than my mother and he knew that the information about me from the security agency was untrue. Much of it was ridiculous, yet he repeated it all to my mother, week after week for a number of years, fully realizing that she would accept it as incontrovertible simply because it came from a government agency.

If our situations had been reversed, I never would have worried my aged mother by repeating such scandalous material about one of her children. Certainly my brother did not warn me about the false, damaging, and fantastic statements being made about me. In his defense, my mother later informed me that the U.S. security agency had cautioned him not to discuss the matter with anyone. However, that did not stop my brother from repeating every slander about me to my mother during telephone conversations with her at least twice a week, and during some time periods on a daily basis.

This situation continued for several years. I spoke by phone to my mother for approximately two hours every Sunday morning, and I spoke to my aunt in New York on Saturdays for an hour or so.  During each conversation, I was asked by them (although my aunt seemed to obtain the erroneous information concerning me from my mother) about slanders against me which had come from my brother. I was fighting a losing battle for the affection of these two women. Later I realized that, because of my brother’s efforts, I was also losing the right to inherit money or property from either of them.

Both my mother and my aunt believed the untruths about me. My mother told me, “The government doesn’t lie, and Axxxxx [my brother] says it‘s all true.” She also told me that no government agent had approached her, and that all her information arrived through my brother. She also said it was very unfair that I had put my brother in such an embarrassing position by my being the subject of an investigation.

In the early stages of the harassment against me, much of what my brother said about me to my mother was petty, but it was carefully designed to play into prejudices already held by her. When I once told my mother that I didn’t feel well, she replied that I was sick because there was dust under the headboard of my bed (she seemed to think it permissible that police illegally enter my home to inspect the level of my housekeeping and then tell my brother who would report to her regularly). She told me when my curtains needed to be dry cleaned. She informed me when my carpet needed to be shampooed. This was an easy and sure way for my brother to attack me. My mother, who always said, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness”, kept a spotlessly clean home, shining with polish and order. I could not live up to her housekeeping standards while working all my life.

My mother always thought that it was not respectable for me to be divorced, and that I had done my son an injustice by raising him without a live-in father. She did not approve when I had reported to her in the distant past that I had dated several men. Therefore she was predisposed to believe tales from my brother, supposedly revealed by the U.S. Security Agency, that I was sexually promiscuous and that I had designs on the husbands of my friends and other men I knew casually. All of it was insulting nonsense, but my brother repeated it to my mother.

In the 1970’s I had volunteered for one of the three major Canadian political parties, The New Democratic Party, a group which champions healthcare, daycare, pharmacare, improved education, etc. The U.S. security agency told my brother, who told my mother, who told my aunt, that I consorted with Communists and other assorted radicals. None of that was true, but my mother accepted my brother‘s word as gospel and didn‘t accept my denials. My brother, knowing me, couldn’t have believed any of this.

Then there were lies about the Kennedy family. I met John Kennedy and Robert Kennedy. I lived in Boston during 1962 and 1963. I used to vacation on Cape Cod in the early 1960‘s. But those three statements could be made about tens of thousands of people. When my son resided in New England as a young adult, he worked for the Democratic Party and met other members of the Kennedy family.

This extremely tenuous and innocuous connection with the Kennedys was parlayed by the U.S. security agency into the suggestion that I had an affair with President Kennedy. Later, they stretched it to something more sinister and stated that I speak Spanish (no, I just studied it in school) and that I had Cuban connections (I have never personally known a Cuban), and that I have information about the Kennedy assassination. My mother swallowed all of it, and told me that my brother said the U.S. agency had “a good case” against me.

Meanwhile, the RCMP and local police were trying to drive me out of my condominium home with the knowledge of my family in the U.S. My condominium neighbors were involved by local police and the RCMP and told that I am a dangerous person. In fact, I live quietly with two cats and we are mostly silent (I am a voracious reader and a patio gardener). I have no company because police have driven off my former friends.

My brother repeatedly suggested to my mother that I was a slob and not a respectable enough person to be allowed to continue to live here. My mother told me that I would be evicted because I’m too poor a housekeeper (actually my standards are normal), and because I was feeding peanuts to a friendly squirrel. On one occasion she knew in advance from my brother that my neighbors intended to ply me with wine (I don’t drink, though) at a backyard barbecue and to start an argument with me in an attempt to evict me. She seemed to think that I deserved to be evicted because my brother told her so.

Then, just before a scheduled condominium general meeting here, my aunt accidentally revealed to me on the phone that my neighbors would pass a resolution at the meeting to remove my large patio and make it part of the back yard in another attempt to drive me from the building. And they hoped that I could be drawn into an argument at the meeting. I made it clear to the president of the condominium council that this was a serious matter since my family in the U.S. knew about it in advance, and their plan was postponed.

Shortly afterward the U.S. security agency suggested that my brother ask my mother if I could go to live with her in Ohio. My brother knew that was not a possibility which either my mother or I would entertain. He was simply making mischief by speaking to my mother about it. I was amazed when my mother phoned me in an agitated state to tell me that I could not live with her and that she couldn’t support me (my mother always assumed that I had no income and no money). Obviously police were continuing their attempt to get me away from here so that I could never testify against them, but all they had done was to give my brother another wedge to drive between my mother and me.

In 2002 I flew to Ohio to celebrate my mother’s 90^th birthday with her. The other residents in her building who used to hug and kiss me when I visited, would not look at me and tried to run away when I approached. My bother had warned my mother that I might make contact with “terrorists” while I was there, so she would not allow me to suggest any day trips. I wanted to drive up to Amish country to look at quilts, but she would not go because my brother had warned her that I had traitorous plans. We mostly ate in restaurants, went for little drives in the country, and did some shopping. When we visited the Sxxxx/ Rxxxxxx/ Txxxxx/ Bxxxx family who had been so kind to my mother, the atmosphere was strained and, although I was sure that my mother had passed on all the slander and lies from my brother, I also wondered if they had been contacted directly by the U.S. security agency.

Meantime, here at home, my neighbors continued their campaign against me. When I couldn’t be enticed into arguments, they began to falsely overcharge me thousands of dollars for assessments and other fees at the behest of the RCMP. I wanted to move away from the city and to the suburbs and a different municipality, but I knew that the RCMP would interfere if I tried to sell this apartment and to simultaneously buy another. I feared that I would wind up homeless in the shuffle. Therefore I asked my mother to lend me $40,000 to combine with my savings, so that I could buy and move into a new apartment before selling this one. She refused and said that my brother told her that I would not pay her back, that I would be going to jail, and that I had no financial prospects (I would have repaid her out the money received from the sale of this apartment which is assessed at $214,400 and carries only a $27,000 mortgage).

My mother told me that my brother said that I should go to live with my aunt in New York City as an unpaid maid/nurse, and stop trying to maintain a condo apartment. This was an attempt by my brother to create more dissension . My mother said that my brother told her that I could not afford or maintain a condo (obviously that’s not true), and that the NYC arrangement would be best for the entire family (and no doubt it would please xxxxxxxx Police and the RCMP). I flatly refused. My aunt was always very kind to me until my brother alienated her from me, and I am deeply grateful to her and affectionate toward her, but I do not intend to allow the RCMP and other police agencies to drive me away from Canada and its public health plan.

Around this time I developed an atypical pneumonia, and while treating it, a physician sent me for other medical tests. I was annoyed to find out that my brother had told my mother the result of an ultrasound examination before I had heard it from the doctor. My mother told me, “Axxxxx [my brother] says your house is filthy and you wouldn’t be sick if you were cleaner”.

From this time, the attitudes toward me of my mother and my aunt became even more remote and unkind. Once my mother called me on an unusual day at an unusual time to ask me how I thought I’d do in prison. On two occasions she phoned me in a lulling mode about unimportant matters or just to chat immediately before entrapment attempts were carried out by local police. (Local police and the RCMP frequently tried unsuccessfully to entrap me criminally in public in order to destroy my credibility.) Later I told her that I knew my brother, on behalf of the U.S. security agency, had asked her to lull me so I would go unsuspecting into those two traps, and she didn’t deny it. She said, “Don‘t blame Axxxxx. It‘s all your fault, with that life you‘ve led, that he had to be involved.”

Sometime after that, I stopped phoning my mother and my aunt on weekends. The pain of the continuous accusations of my mother, all second-hand from my brother, made it impossible for me to listen to insults week after week. Then I received a letter from my aunt’s lawyer stating that she wanted me to sign the enclosed papers which would remove my name from her house title deed, and I knew that my brother’s lies about me had caused this development. I replied that I wanted to be paid $40,000 before signing the papers so that I could move, and that I would repay it as soon as I sold this apartment. I heard nothing back. Then another NYC lawyer contacted me, listened to my demand, and faded away. Thirdly, my aunt’s usual lawyer tried again with the same result. I feel certain that eventually some application was made in a New York court which removed my name from the house title, but no one has ever notified me of such an action.

From then on, the only contacts I had with my mother were nasty messages she left on my answering machine. They were all similar. She said that I didn’t care about my aunt or I would go and live with her and take care of her; and that I must sign over the NYC house title immediately and stop asking for money to move within Canada. She said that Axxxxx [my brother] had told her “what kind of life” I had led and that what was happening to me was “good enough” for me. On several occasions she told the machine that she had information that I would very soon be going to jail, and added, “Then we‘ll see what happens to your apartment and to your cats“.

No one notified me while my mother was in her last illness. Two days after she died, my son (also estranged from me by the RCMP) left a three line message on my answering machine that my mother had died and would be buried four days hence. I think it is significant that although the situation between us which was caused and perpetuated by my brother had gone on for a number of years, my mother did not make a new will until December 17, 2008. Despite my brother’s best efforts, my mother was 96 years old, in failed health and facing her death before she was willing to disinherit me.

My mother’s home was full of my personal possessions. As I wrote in my claim against the estate, throughout my life I was afraid that if I ever forced the question of my taking my belongings to Canada, that it would rupture my relationship with my mother.

After my mother’s death, my brother’s only contact with me was to send me a waiver which would abrogate my rights in regard to my mother’s estate. Originally all I asked for was four possessions of mine which were particularly dear to me. The co-executors of the estate, my brother and Rxxx Xxxxxxx, have denied my claim even though my brother and everyone in the family knew that those four items were mine. Indeed, one of the items has been sold at public auction. I have asked the court to render a decision in regard to the ownership of those four items.

Because my brother had succeeded in causing so much anger in my mother toward me, I expected that my mother had stricken my name from the ownership of a bank checking account, savings account, and certificate of deposit. However, co-executor Ms. Xxxxxxx sent me a package of material about the auction of my mother’s personal possessions, and among the papers was a bank statement for a savings account at Peoples Bank. That statement shows that the savings account belongs to Gxxxxx X. Xxxxxxx or xxxxx x. xxxxxx [my name]. Instead of the bank sending the monthly statements to me after my mother’s death, the statement address had been changed to my brother’s home in Xxxxxx under my name.

I am certainly the co-owner of my mother’s checking account. I have not been allowed to see bank statements for either the checking account or the savings account. Peoples Bank told me that the checking account is overdrawn, but the bank will not send me statements for it unless I pay them in advance $15 an hour for research and $1 per page for printing plus postage. I have filed an exception to the inventory for the savings account which I believe belongs to me. And now I wonder if the certificate of deposit which was held in trust for me is also one of the items on the estate’s list of assets. I ask the court to investigate the ownership of the certificate of deposit.

The Xxxxxxxx Police, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and the U.S. security agency have not arrested me, of course. I have done nothing either illegal or immoral and there can be no charges against me. Since I learned that I had been placed under illegal surveillance in my home and office by local police because of an employment matter, these three agencies have been dedicated to undermining my credibility, driving me from Canada, isolating me from family and friends, and destroying every aspect of my life. Their campaign was primarily a cover-up of the original illegal police activities, but as time goes on, and these three agencies in two countries commit more illegalities, there is a larger and larger component of spitefulness and hatefulness in their actions.

My medical and dental care have been interfered with by the RCMP to point that I almost was allowed to die, and I woke up on a respirator in hospital. When I attempted to join a church, a eucharistic minister chased me up the aisle and tried to pry a communion wafer out of my mouth. My cats have died mysteriously. My car has been sabotaged. I have been alienated from my family and from all of my former friends. My condominium neighbors still try to drive me out of my home, and false charges to me over the years now total about $25,000. The list of abuses and violations of my human rights and civil liberties goes on an on. I attach a letter to the Mayor of Xxxxxxxxx as general background information.

That my brother would take advantage of these terrible actions against me and use them to drive me from my mother’s life is unconscionable. None of the calumnies about me which my brother repeated to my mother was true. At no time was it possible that my brother, who is a more worldly person than my mother, actually believed the fantastic lies he was telling her about me. My brother, Axxxxxx X. XXXXXXX, maliciously entered into a campaign of slander against me with the intention of separating me from both my mother’s affection and from her estate.

I request that the court set aside the last will and testament of Gxxxxx X. XXXXXXX, and that I be granted twenty-five percent (25%) of her estate. Further I ask that my twenty-five percent (25%) be deducted from the fifty percent (50%) of the estate which the will directs to my brother, Axxxxx X. XXXXXXX.

[Signed]                                                    [Date]