11/25/2021
Oi oi oi guess what I found out!
The Dead Boat Disposal Society is the puppet club with members who work for such places that are supposed to be National defense and public safety sectors such as the who breeched my privacy with local departments such as GM Jennifer Mckimmey and Const. Devin Fiddler, for example who were day 1 involved with the destroying of the Callie Belle.
Remember the 85ft motor yacht that I was gifted and going to turn into something special? This 110 year old heritage vessel was to become restored and donate back to an indigenous youth charity with my dream that it could benefit the boat dweller community, become a sailing school for indigenous youth and even utilized as SAR crew headquarters and summer time boaters market. This vessel had 2 livingrooms , 3 bedrooms and 1 bathroom with a whirlpool bath tub and electric toilet, it had a updated/new engine room and full workshop/repairshop, it had a propane washer and dryer and sauna room, 3 sun decks and 2 electrical winches, with a full-sized chef/commercial kitchen AND A PIANO nearly the same age as the vessel onboard!!!!
This boat had history involving my indigenous Mohawk/Cayuga heritage and would have been an excellent Maritime Museum story piece in her retirement. Remember that the owner chose me to have the honor to be gifted her cause I was going to FIX her exterior and work on her for the summer of 2020 don't you recall this?
Octavian, my partner runs a non-for-profit and we decided to make her part of the plan to move forward with it given we raced against time to bring her to Canada from the U.S. before her being sent to the wreckers if we didn't act soon and all of this while safely following Covid restrictions and quarantine act protocol .
Well, before arriving, within ONE HOUR of arrival at the ONLY PORT of ENTRTY ( the OAK bay marina) the members of this puppet club, (Dead Boat Disposal society) who is literally funded by Transport Canada (GOVofCanada) made sure that was NOT going to happen.... and with over a year and half now and some time to research ALOT, and tons of pain, suffering and time to really lay out WHAT the heck happened to us out there before it could begin, I discovered several interesting factors I feel my community of friends and associates, indigenous communities, the Oak Bay Community and general public should know, as well as other boaters and anyone else that might care about how this situation which destroyed my life (and not my partner who is a white male by the way) but it destroyed a young indigenous woman/mother/friend/newcomer to Victoria & New British Columbia resident from Manitoba's life due to the act of discrimination which led to ASSUMPTIONS that I was trying to live on my boat and get a "free ride".
Well, I wasn't and WE weren't as we had a comfortable condo in Vancouver and owned our actual boat which was a small 25ft sailboat back in Vancouver. This was an initiative we took on to SAVE, refurbish and repair the boat, build a personal portfolio (I restore antiques) and then gift it back to the Indigenous Charity and SAR crews in Victoria that I had contacted.
However, All the efforts put in to stopping this initiative were brought on by several government employees and locals that makes this puppet club strong, really could have been avoided and spent on getting to know thy temporary neighbors that were trying to follow COVID protocol so we can get started on the project else where, BUT due to the assumptions and wide spread hate to gather the attention of "The Public", which has literally made a zoo out of smart and stand up human beings. We were left to literally left for dead without ability to have access to necessities for life and this dream destroyed along with the boat, all while being watched and laughed at by people who didn't realize that they were laughing at a victim of Retaliation and discrimination of my race ( Mohawk ) by the Canadian Border Services Agency patrol officers
that started this nightmare for me.
After giving me strict instructions to follow for gathering supplies to bring back to the boat and in THEN went on to breech my Privacy by connecting my personal information to the Oak Bay Marina allowing them to believe that I was a smuggler/criminals, so they acted as one would if hearing this? I suppose... BTW this is publicly known in the 13 year long battle my people have had with CBSA in Ottawa. Story goes that CBSA patrols have always believed Mohawks to be "smugglers and criminals"
Well, no wonder they contacted officer Const. Devin Fiddler who responded to meet me at the dock and tell me no information, except to come by the station to see if my missing bags were turned in, they happened to have my paddle board amongst other things as well as seizing of all my boats Fuel and water tanks for an 85ft motor yacht.
Then after gathering my belongings from the station (that the Marina said were stolen) I returned to the dock to find that after a solid hour of bringing the supplies, the General Manager, Jennifer Mckimmie, arranged an undercover "sting" along with the giftshop cashier and another gentleman, all pretending to be sight seeing tourists and started shouting I was on private property, all in front of pleasant boaters and people along the docks that had met me and I had built excitement with that day, about the 110 year old vessel, so they all got to witness her grab ahold of me and shout that I was not allowed on the property and that I was to leave immediately,
Shouting I was on a private dock. Since I had arrived by vessel and was leaving by vessel I was confused as I had been back and forth there all day and even needed to speak to her about getting fuel that whole day. She wouldn't let me talk as I was trying to tell her I was given strict instructions and all during this public defamation and slanderous display they watched me walk away in tears and load all the belongings to the shore van and find out how to get to my boat else where.
Later that evening (parked in a parking lot) as I planned to sleep in the van until morning so I can catch a ride to my boat good old officer Const. Fiddler came to my vehicle as the chauffeur I had was headed off to his kayak back to his boat, he asked of my plans and then suggested I come by the station first to get the rest of my belongings left on the lower dock at the Marina that day, and I agreed.
I followed him 1.5 km to the station he helped me load belongings to my Van and then I lost my keys! Silly me, as we search for them I decided to ask him how to make a complaint about the Marina because it was insane what they had done to me! And that is when he turned on me, he went from friendly Devin Fiddler to (not answer my question) and proceeded to ask me for a breathalyzer. I was confused and he was serious so I came around my vehicle to see why he changed the subject so abruptly, and he points at a case of beer amongst the groceries in the back of the van (full of supplies for my 2 week quarantine) and I thought he was joking but quickly realized this was not a joke but rather an act of retaliation for my query into a wanting him to assist me in the writing of a complaint about the Oak Bay Marina that day.
I refused to be bullied, he stood at me in a fighting stance all of a sudden and I stood my ground with a direct "Why are you avoiding a request for help? was that lady at the Marina today your girlfriend or something?" (That is what I literally thought when he abruptly made zero sense to me in the moment.) This person knew full well I was not drinking nor did I deserve this obscene accusation to give a breathalyzer? It was his response after I curiously asked how to go about lodging a complaint about The Marina?! (while we were having friendly chit chat on opposite sides of my vehicle and searching together for my keys in the dark.)
He turned full metal jacket on me and said if I refuse I will be arrested and since I had a no choice but to sleep in my van until daytime, I was full well willing for him to arrest me for such ridiculous reasons and I stood up for myself. He read me my rights and when ask if I would like to seek council I agreed immediately.
So he cuffed me and took me into the station, no longer friendly, no longer eye contact. I awaited an hour or so for a call from a "Lawyer" at nearly 2AM who called the station 1990's phone and the man on the other end (Who sounded as if he just woke up) proceeded to yell at me on the other line. I tried to tell this man I have been delayed all day by this officer and the marina while following the instructions given to me by Canadian Border Services Agency and been trying to get supplies to my partner who is awaiting food and fuel on an empty vessel for 30+ hours now and that I too have to begin my 14 day quarantine.
He kept talking over me saying DID YOU REFUSE ? DID YOU REFUSE? answer me or I am going to hang up and I would apologize and say YES, BUT... and then he hung up on me when I tried to explain ..... I never forgot that Lawyers voice either... it was awful, especially when I needed a savior.
I sat for another hour or so thinking they will release me in the morning and thinking my partner has nearly lost his mind wondering why I still haven't arrived...all day...and delays....
About 3:30AM it seems that I am getting released. The officer wanted my ID and to sign for my ticket of refusal. I figured in my mind that I should get a tow truck to move my van for me to the Boat Launch and worry about disputing this whole thing once I finally make it to the boat.
THEN HE INFORMS ME I AM GETTING 90 DAYS IMPOUND AND 30 DAY LOSS OF LICENCE!! He also informs me Ive better empty my van because the Tow truck will be there in 2 mins. He also informed me that he called a Taxi for me and I better hurry because the Taxi drivers out there have zero patience for waiting.
I was in tears why IS HE DOING THIS TO ME? I Begged for a breathalyzer, he said "no its too late now" yet I debated that he never told me the details if I refused? he just said "I would be arrested" if I refused. If would have known I was going to loose my only life-line to repair and repurpose this boat I would have complied no questions, instead I questioned..
I was all of a sudden in crippling fear, where am I going to go with all these belongings? A bench? A bus stop? The scary dark boat launch?where I remember being the day before they found Tina Fontaine DEAD in Winnipeg, all sorts of PTSD hit me ! Could you imagine?! From being told I was about to be on the street, of a city I never been, when my boat is right there, and my van was my only shelter for the night is now gone.
Thoughts of waking up like a homeless girl on a BENCH in Oak Bay to all the dog walkers in the morning? I asked "Where am I supposed to go? Why are you doing this? Im scared!!"
And Devin Fiddler looked me in the eye LAUGHED and said " Maybe try the shelter downtown, I hear it's quite nice..." haha... ..... .... "Oh your cabs here you better hurry they have no patience, usually they dont pick people up from here, so your lucky"
***Side note*** PTSD flash from Winnipeg Circa 2005. I was almost r***d by a different cab driver every weekend when I was 14-16 years of age. The last straw that caused the PTSD was when I got run over by a white male cab driver and he pulled over and watched me scream in pain waving cars down for help. He had broken my ankle in 2 places left me in a wheelchair and crutches for months. I ended up winning the dispute with the Taxi Cab Union (which put this incident on his license) because there was no records of him calling the ambulance for me and his GPS proved he sat in his cab across the street from me while I screamed in pain for help until a stranger saved me and rushed me to hospital. The police refused to take my statement and demanded that if I wanted to press charges I HAD to come in person and since I was cripple without ability to get there in 40 below winter by bus... I never was able to charge the driver and get compensation for the lifelong injury he caused me*****
The driver arrives and helps me with my bags, and he sees I am crying but trying to be polite, we get into driving away from Oak Bay Station and he asks me where he is taking me, I burst into tears apologizing that I have no idea, "near places to here where Hotels are located. I have no idea what to do I need to book a room" , I book a hotel with Days Inn and he drives me to one that have scary people through out and security says they are full and the driver knew how scared I was to be there if he left me, he tells me its okay and says it must be the one further away. We arrive at the next one and He helps me with all the supplies in his trunk and the hotel man comes out saying they cannot take me until 4PM!! AND ITS 4AM!! "I just booked the room it said I am booked, what am I to do sleep on the street?" I asked the hotelier if I could store my bags there until my booking time at least and it wasnt a thought given just a huge NO, he could not do that for me... (a single travelling indigenous woman who made a booking online before hand..... ) I was so upset I looked at the driver and I asked him what I should do, he said I will take you to Tim Hortons open 24hours if that is okay, I Thanked him...during the drive he heard my conversation to my partner on the boat about the police incident and the day I had... I couldnt stop crying.
He brought me to Tim Hortons and of course the tables were all blocked off due to Covid-19 and he saw that too...he looked at me and said, "I would like to buy you a coffee, go take a deep breath and get food, dont worry I will not leave you, go make a phone call or two and I will shut off meter ,I can take you where ever you need, I wont leave you somewhere, you will be safe and things will be okay and I will be here in this parking spot"
I went inside and cleaned myself up in the washroom (streams of makeup were all down my face) got a coffee and, when I came out he said to me, "Look, I am sorry for what you have been through, my dear, I've made a phone call to my family and I will take your luggage and supplies and we can store them for you.( This is his family home where his wife and kids live )
Meanwhile, My partner was on it, and explained my situation on FB groups as this was a safety emergency and a woman at 430 AM happened to see the post and responded that she had a couch I could sleep on and was welcome there in their home.
Without the efforts of these two Saviors on this early morning of June 25th 2020, my ideas of Canada being a safe country would have been demolished for good but I was reminded that word of mouth and through actions, HUMANS SEE OTHER HUMANS and a community is immediately formed. TWO STRANGERS who did not need to help me and could have judged me in the worst of circumstances... I WAS PICKED UP BY THIS DRIVER AT A POLICE STATION FOR ONE. (With the 4 police in the parking lot showing no remorse to what they were doing, laughing at me and saying the homeless shelter is my best bet....) Now after 22 years in my interaction with authorities EVER ( i am not a criminal and never have been charged with a crime) yet my interactions with them (89% me needing their help) have been so harsh that i've decided to write a theatrical musical play on the real events that have taken place. They are so horrifying and in order for me to tell the story I need to give light and humor to be able to tell it as well as so the story can be told yet not hurt others minds just because of what I've been through. My belief in this "system" that I saw had to do things this way and it happened to be so randomly I laughed it off as bad luck, so regardless of such events I felt those who serve to protect Canada were always at least run by people that were true inspiration to me, especially the Canadian Coast Guards and Border Services (I thought) but that has forever now been destroyed.
Especially after the Canadian Coast Guard officer, Paul Barrett, whom I never got to meet in person and never got the chance to speak to because he only spoke to my white partner and avoided me like the plague, even when I called for their assistance and to speak to him.
When this man blatantly said to me over a phone call he made to my partner , and I quote "Listen to me, you DRUNK, I will have you arrested if you ever call my men in the middle of the night and speak to them in the tone you did." He was referring to a phone call I made at 9PM while on a ferry ride to the Island for our camping trip together , the decision was made to show my son the Island (because he has never been), gather what belongings we could without a vehicle and my plan was to hopefully convince Mr. Barrett to speak to me as I've been the sole protector of this vessel and ask him for patience as I was in the middle of the paperwork and all things that come along with protecting a piece of historical and cultural significance and value to Canada, its a 110 year old Mahogany wood motor yacht in great condition because of the immaculate interior and in of minor exterior repair state.
Anyways, once he called me a DRUNK and threatened me, I was terrified to even be there, after this nightmare summer and them seizing my boat to now this....I also somewhat have kept this to myself for the most part from public ears and eyes because it shocked me beyond belief and has put my physical health at risk just due to the tension from fear and anxiety.
while following the rules and guidelines DURING A NATIONAL PUBLIC HEALTH CONCERN and while the media states a HUGE growing CRIME SCENE is happening in THEIR own INNER-CITY BUT nearly 2 days shy of Indigenous Day (June 20th2020) where the proud community of Oak Bay and their police department took photos stating their plans of reconciliation especially to indigenous woman and how their efforts will be performed (1. Safety of indigenous woman especially when walking alone at night.....haha what a lie....but nice try) anyways the efforts taken to destroy a young family and this heritage vessel (R.I.P. Callie Belle 1910-2020) all for sh*ts and giggles.....? to what extent are you supposed to move on like nothing happened? to what extent do you look around and feel proud for your country when you see its true colors? especially when all that they do is sweep it under the rug? (....and is barging out at the seams by the body count of my indigenous brother and sisters ...and counting..will be unveiled and when are the Canadian people going to start Proving reconciliation, its not just the governments problem its also a combined effort of the public to WANT TO LEARN OUR CULTURE, to prove reconciliation ) The sad part is my belief of the final number on the mass grave count that is finally being recognized will be into the 500, 000 range mark from Mohawk Institute in Ontario to the West Coat North Vancouver shore where I live.
Remember the majority of them are located along the Trans-Canada Hwy ditches and mass amounts near and around the Churches from town to town even just made them into playgrounds mostly, as well as located underneath many Golf courses and public parks in the inner cities.
You try to sleep with that knowledge every night while you raise your kids to be proud Canadians?
