How does one convey a True Crime story so complex that it seems fictitious and even far-fetched?
Just how does one solve a complex True Crime story when no one wants to listen?
My life is a complex true crime story. To whom does one turn? To date, I have not discovered that critical key. My mission is to solve this life-long dilemma and turn things around.
Having been victim to three major events in my life in which the police have failed drastically to do their job, my story is huge! How a citizen can fall through the cracks of the justice system, not once but three times, says an awful lot about how corrupt is our supposed ‘justice system‘.
Criminal law supposedly regulates conduct in society to protect the community and provides sanctions against those who commit crimes. BUT – does it do the job successfully? Does it even do the job satisfactorily? There are naturally differing opinions to these answers. Mine is harsh; wrought from far too many wounds inflicted by what I would term a negligent and corrupt system!
I have written a precis of the crimes in a previous post – What’s it all about? – if you would like to read a bit more detail.
The complexities of each case are being compiled into my books. I am still deciding as to whether I shall write them as True Crime, or as fictional drama.
Paedophiles are horribly sick and twisted
- As a young child in the late 1950s, aged between around 7-15, I was the scared little victim of a dirty old man! That phrase cuts deep into my being!
Many years later as an adult, I was traumatised by a rape I endured. I decided to go to the police and have the man brought to justice. Why ever did the police tell me that this degenerate man was ‘too old‘ at that point. Why tell me there was no value in pursuing anything against him? He apparently had some form of dementia they said. They decided he needed to be left alone! Would this police behaviour happen today? I was recently told by a Detective Senior Sergeant | Crime Command | Sexual Crime Squad | Victoria Police that this process wouldn’t happen today. But my case was treated disgustingly back in the early 1990s.
Rape is never unlived or forgotten
- In June 1990, I was asleep in my home and alone with my 2 year old boy. A monster broke in, tried to smother me, and raped me. I was about 20 weeks pregnant with my second child, so my fear was tripled. My unborn baby, my little boy, and myself were all at risk. But, an even more cruel blow was delivered to me because the CIB detective handling the case did not believe me! I often ask myself what was worse – the rape by the monster, or the ‘rape of justice‘ by the police?
After a lengthy and horrendous battle with ‘justice‘ I was awarded compensation. This allowed me to to clear my name. The detectives slandered me dreadfully and committed perjury in court specifically to tarnish my character. Finally they were proven wrong and the Supreme Court stated that I had in fact been a victim and not a liar. But the scars these court processes inflicted cut more deeply than most people could imagine. The offender was never brought to justice and he still walks the streets to this day. Why? Because the police never even questioned anybody!
Destruction caused by Arson
- I owned and operated a Wildlife Gallery in Warburton, Victoria in the late 1990s. This business was my pride and joy. Being an artist I poured my heart and soul into creating a place of beauty and tranquillity. Then one night the building was on fire and my life was again turned upside down and inside out.
Once more the justice system betrayed me! The Forensic squad told me that there was nothing that could be done unless I had ‘actually seen the man strike the match‘. I hadn’t! This arsonist walks freely to this day, gloating over his evil deed! As I was uninsured at the time of the fire (which is another dramatic story) I lost everything connected to my business. In consequence I was forced to sell my house. Being unable to get on top of the debts caused me to declare bankruptcy.
Cold Case opened
24 years after the rape, I was approached by the police who opened it as a ‘cold case‘. A cold case is a crime or an accident that has not yet been fully solved and is not the subject of a recent criminal investigation, but for which new information could emerge from new witness testimony, re-examined archives, new or retained material evidence, as well as fresh activities of the suspect. New technical methods developed after the case can be used on the surviving evidence to analyse the causes, often with conclusive results.
Sexual Crime Squad
I note comments made by a Detective from the Sexual Crime Squad. This was noted in an article on page 23 of The Police Association Victoria Journal November 2012:
“Our motto is sexual assault and rape is one of the most traumatic crimes against the person that is inflicted on an individual. Those people have an expectation and a right that we will never stop looking for the perpetrators.”
Now, pardon my harsh cynicism, but from my experience this motto is definitely NOT UPHELD!
The police made comment to me that they had suspicions to believe that the offender may have been my husband, which of course was a major shock to me. They have a valid DNA sample but have closed the case once again without solution.
I feel that it is my duty and my right to expose the disgusting police behaviour, and do what is possible to bring them to justice!
It has been noted in other cold cases from years ago:
“He acknowledged mistakes were made in investigating the case decades ago but said it is now standard to interview the families of homicide victims.
‘Even (despite) the mistakes those guys may have made in the early days, I know all they want is this investigation to be solved for the sake of both families.‘”
Yet another cold case was recently solved:
“They painstakingly went through boxes of statements, uncovering a number of leads which they believe the original investigators had not thoroughly followed up.”
In all three cases in which I was a victim the police failed me as a citizen!
In the matter of the rape, the very fact that they kept questioning me for around 5 hours before taking me to hospital went severely against their written guidelines. I discuss this at length in another post. I was treated as the criminal, not as a very damaged and traumatised victim.
The police rules state the following, for a person they feel may be the criminal. (To worsen matters, in my case I was the victim.):
Division 3 – Duration of Custodial Investigation by Police Officers
‘The Four-Hour Limit.
(a) No person taken into custody for an offence (or group of offences) shall be questioned or subjected to any other investigative procedure for a period longer than four hours from the commencement of the custody.’
The other disgusting police behaviour, such as blatant perjury and failure to both protect me or to investigate the matters brought to their attention, is major misconduct. The police behaviour in all three cases greatly compounded the already serious events. This exposed me to ridicule and unnecessary extra trauma and anxiety.
Why tell my story now after such a long time has passed ….
I had learnt to cope with all that had happened, and had done my best to patch together my life and bring up my 4 children. But because the police chose to open the rape cold case and bring back all that I had locked away in my memories, I now want to seek the justice I deserve.
These events have had a major impact on my life. Basically, because I was only about 7 years old when the first events started to take place, and I am now in my mid 60s, the majority of my life has been tarnished with these series of major events
Intricacies and interwoven police depravity are all recorded in my books. I have altered all names for security and legal reasons because all these matters are serious criminal cases that remain unsolved