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These
affidavits were submitted
on October 9, 2000:
AFFIDAVITS OF ACTS COMMITTED
ON JULY 31, 2000
IN THE CIRCUIT COURT OF THE
STATE OF OREGON
FOR THE COUNTY OF JOSEPHINE
STATE OF OREGON
)
Plaintiff,
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Case No. 00-CR-0526
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v.
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AFFIDAVIT OF ACTS
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COMMITTED ON
Brian Edward Christine,
)
JULY 31, 2000
Brian Edward Christine.
)
Date: July 31, 2000
Location: Josephine County, Oregon in rear parking lot of public library:
I left my wife Ruth and 3 Daughters Bethany, Lydia and Miriam in our Motorhome to prepare
and eat lunch while I went into the library to use their computer to conduct the internet
business I tend to daily. I entered the library, got on a computer in the back
section of the library and began my usual work.
In the middle of my work, I noticed my wife and Three Daughters coming toward me, somewhat
out of breath and very distressed. She said to me "I don’t know what to
do, these police want to talk to the girls and I know they have no right". Then
two armed officers in blue uniform approached me cutting my wife off. I told them I
was busy doing my work. They motioned me back behind some bookshelves. They
told me there had been an anonymous phone call from a man who reported a dehydrated
appearing child. I said "So what does that have to do with me?" He
responded saying; "We have to check out situations like this in case there’s
something wrong. We need to talk to the children." I said, "Go ahead and
talk to them, they’re right there!" He said that he wanted an SCF worker to talk
to them. I asked him what SCF had to do with this anonymous phone call? He
said that SCF needed to see the children. I told him "No Way! All this
over an anonymous phone call? SCF has absolutely no authority over me or my wife or
Daughters, I never agreed to be under their jurisdiction and their rules conflict with and
usurp my religious beliefs!"
Then he asked me for my ID. I asked him why he needed to see my ID. "To
verify who you are", he said. After some debate, I reluctantly gave him my
Indiana Drivers License. I told the officer how embarrassing it was to have two
armed and uniformed police crashing into the library and swarming around me like some kind
of criminal in front of My Daughters and the Public, all over an anonymous phone call.
I decided to walk out to Our Home with my Wife and Daughters. The police walked
along side me as if escorting me. I ushered my wife and Three Daughters into Our
Home and I myself also entered, beginning to make preparations to leave. More police
cars came onto the scene and blocked us in by forming a loose barricade with their
cars. There were no breaks in the cars large enough for our Morothome to fit
through, so I knew we were not free to leave.
There were at least 5 armed and uniformed officers, one armed but un-uniformed police
detective and at least 3 SCF workers scurrying around our bus. I did not shut the
door of Our Home because I believed they would use this as an excuse of claiming I was
hiding or retrieving a weapon and serious problems might develop. I did not feel it
would be wise or prudent to provoke any possible corrupt police officers by closing My
door, especially with My Daughters present and having heard stories about corruption in
Grants Pass Law Enforcement.
I ignored the police in my doorway while I put my belongings away. All of the
officers were walking around Our Home inspecting it, chuckling, and peering through
windows. It looked like a SWAT operation. I was disgusted at the way these
officers of the law were conducting themselves. I heard SCF agents talking of
"Anger Management Classes", "Nutrition Courses" and "Child
Custody".
Eventually, the armed but un-uniformed police detective, Dan Evans, came to the door of
Our Home and began talking to me. He told me his name and that he was an
investigator. Since he was with the police I believed he would be reasonable to talk
to because I didn’t believe that the police would have a vested interest in removing
Sons and Daughters from Homes and breaking up Families. I clearly told him that I
would talk to him alone and do all things through him. I refused to talk to SCF and
repeated myself many times on this point.
I told him that we were travelling and that we are residents of Indiana as verified by our
Indiana driver licenses and the Indiana license plate on our Motorhome. I asked him
to produce the contract that I had signed which placed me under his jurisdiction or under
SCF’s jurisdiction. He could not produce it. Then he asked me if I was a
Constitutionalist? I wondered if he might have prejudice against Constitutionalists
and I replied "No, but I do know I have rights and you took an oath to uphold
them". He said "That’s OK, we respect that you don’t recognize
our jurisdiction, but that’s something you’ll have to deal with later in the
courts."
I asked him what rights I had and he remained silent. I asked other officers what
rights I had and they all remained silent. I asked what courses of action I could
take and they remained silent. They withheld from me the very information that they
took an oath to protect and serve me with. They denied me proper counsel, instead
giving me fraudulent lies and threats.
The Detective told me that he was running out of time for doing this the peaceful
way. A man wearing a white shirt and an arm brace on his left arm who had been
peering in the front window now spoke up and said that the detective was doing me a favor
and that if it would have been him doing the investigation, he would have just arrested me
and thrown me in jail to begin with and then he would have taken the kids. This
man’s words and behavior disgusted me. I couldn’t believe what was
happening. I was wishing I had a cell phone so I could call in some friend or anyone
to come and help us while we were being surrounded and interrogated by all these armed
men.
The detective told me I needed to start cooperating. I asked him what would happen
if I didn’t cooperate and didn’t let anyone in. He said, "Well,
we’ll have to arrest you and drag the kids out kicking and screaming if we have to,
but we don’t like to do it that way." I was afraid and began to feel
nauseous. I realized we were outnumbered by the armed men surrounding us, denying us
any help or counsel. The Detective’s persistent hounding and threats made it
clear we were not free to go. I turned to my wife and asked her what she thought we
should do?
The detective’s words had cut me deep and after more than an hour of these
people’s constant hounding, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t bear
the thought of my Daughters being forcefully removed and I began to listen to these
people’s lies. They told me that they had the girls’ best interest at
heart. I could identify with this because my girls mean more to me than
anything. I believed them. They told me that they wanted to help us out with
food and money. I began to believe what they were telling us, that we had no choice
in the matter, we had to submit and let them come into Our Home and interrogate our
children. I still didn’t trust them but I was feeling ill and had difficulty
thinking properly. The whole experience was humiliating and degrading. My Wife
looked at me and said, "I guess we have to let them in".
I repeated to the Detective that he was the only one I was going to go through. He
said that SCF had to talk to the girls alone. I said "No Way!" I never
leave my girls alone with strangers. I told him he alone could go back and talk to
them. I couldn’t understand why he wanted to talk to them alone? He asked
me to leave but I refused.
Ruth was ordered to remove herself from Our Home while I sat in the front seat of the
Motorhome. Fully armed, the Detective questioned My Daughters in the back. I
put my head down on the steering wheel and wished it all away. I was utterly
disgusted with what was happening and I asked myself, "What are they doing? Why
is this stranger asking My Daughters about things that don’t matter?
He did not seem concerned about giving any of My Daughters water or food. However,
he immediately focused on Lydia who had a bruise and a band-aid on her forehead. I
heard the detective ask her questions like "Who gave you your boo-boo?" and
"Did daddy push you down?" There were many leading questions asked, some of
which I will list here: "Are you hungry?" "Was Daddy angry" "Did
daddy give you this bruise?" "Who hurt you?" "How did you get this
bruise?" "Did daddy hurt you?" At first none of the girls would speak to
him, but after a while My Middle Daughter of 3 years began to talk because the detective
directed his questioning to her alone. She is unable to speak full and proper
sentences and does not have a proper concept of time other than today and yesterday.
An occurrence 2 years ago happened yesterday to in her mind.
These are the replies she gave during the interrogation: "Mommy was angry"
"I peed my bed" "Got blood on it" "God did it" "Babba
pushed me down". From these statements from a 3 year-old child, Detective Dan
Evans had his evidence to charge me with a felony of assault 3 against My Own Daughter
Lydia.
After he was done fishing he pulled me outside and told me, " It doesn’t matter
what you say, because Your Daughter has already incriminated you, but I want to hear your
side of the story". He continued saying, "We all make mistakes, just a few
hours ago I was on the phone with my son and I got angry with him and started yelling at
him because of what he was doing. I was wrong to shout at him like that in
anger." I then told him that I would speak to him as a man, but not legally. I
repeated what Lydia had told him and said other things. Then he asked me a few
questions about my past, "Have you ever gotten angry?"… etc. He told
me I was going to have to take "Anger Management Classes".
At this point, I began having difficulty understanding what was happening. From the
time I was approached in the Library it was obvious I was not free to go. Our
Motorhome was blocked in by a hedge on two sides and police cars on the remaining 2.
Yet I had not been read my rights, and no one had responded to my questions about my
rights.
After I did my best to give account of what had actually happened I told the Detective
that I had only spoken to him as man to man, not legally. My rights had not been
read to me and to my understanding he just wanted to know personally, that is exactly how
he made it appear. His true intention was about to surface.
He walked me back over to My Home and told me that I was wrong and that he was charging me
with Assault 3, a felony charge. The Detective then told me that he would take me to
the county jail for fingerprinting and photos and that I would probably be released
shortly thereafter. Ruth, Our Daughters and I were then escorted into Our Home while
they did paperwork outside.
I was then taken aside to an alley where I was questioned about the girls’ ages by
Spencer Soderlind, an SCF caseworker. I told him I was feeling ill and kept
requesting to sit or lay down. No one paid attention, so I simply sat down on the
curb. I answered what questions I could, but I felt like I was in shock, barely
conscious. It should have been obvious that I was not feeling well, so I don’t
know why they kept hounding me for information.
I got up and walked back to My Home and went in with Ruth and Our Daughters. The
Detective came into Our Home and asked a few more questions. We were all very scared
and Ruth was crying. I picked Lydia up and gave her a long hug and then put her down
and told her to be strong. I then looked at the Detective and asked him "What
do you see? Do you see people here who deserve this? What did we ever
do?" He said, "You obviously love Your Daughters, otherwise you wouldn’t be
teaching them how to read, to write, do math" etc. He said that Bethany looked
healthy but that Lydia and Miriam appeared malnourished and dehydrated to him.
No one ever asked if any of them had been ill or had conditions or allergies. The
other caseworkers also said that it was obvious that we love our children. I asked
them how they could accuse the children of dehydration and malnutrition when Ruth and the
girls were eating and drinking when the 1st officer peered through the window to speak
with Ruth. The empty plates and glasses were on the floor through the entire first
part of the interrogation and the kids still had jam on their faces when they were
taken. No one answered these questions. They simply claimed that they needed
to take them to the hospital to have them checked out.
There was obviously no evidence of abuse in Our Home, so they were going to take them to
their own arena of familiar state paid doctors to "produce" some evidence.
But before this, I needed to be removed from the picture because it was apparent I
wouldn’t let them keep my God Given Daughters. We were then removed from Our
Home to depart. Before leaving the library parking lot, I informed the Detective
that I take critical to life medicine twice a day, once each morning and once each
evening, and that without it, severe spasmatic reaction and asthma is imminent. I
could see the possibility of not getting back to my medicine for a while. He said,
"Don’t worry about it, when they book you in the jail, they won’t allow any
pills or drugs and you should be out in a matter of hours anyway".
I hesitated at his answer but saw no choice but to trust him. I had no knowledge of
jails or legal procedures, having no previous police record of any kind, not even a
traffic ticket. My wife had been questioned during all this and I now saw that they
were taking her and Our Daughters to the hospital to have them checked out. I began
to cry as I saw My Daughters being placed into an unknown mini-van. I told them I
loved them and then looked away because I couldn’t take the pain.
The Detective told me that he wasn’t going to cuff me but would have me escorted over
to the station unrestrained. I thought that odd for a felon to be allowed to go
about unrestrained. Then a uniformed and armed woman stood on my left and the man
with the white shirt and arm brace on his left arm stood on my right and escorted me with
no body contact to the police station.
I was taken to a tiny room adjacent to the Detective’s cubicle and was asked to sit
down at a small table with two chairs facing each other. After a few moments, the
Detective occupied the other chair. On the table was a cassette tape recorder.
He inserted a tape and pushed record. He told me that I probably knew my rights
better than he did and asked me if I knew my rights? I asked him to read them to
me. After he read me my rights I informed him that I intended to exercise my 5th
Amendment right to remain silent. He then asked me if he had threatened me in any
way and I began to say no, but realized that indeed he had, so I again reminded him that I
was choosing to exercise my 5th Amendment right to remain silent. He then said,
"I wish you would have told me that before so I wouldn’t have wasted a
tape."
He then moved me to his office space and asked me a few questions like where it happened
and when it happened. I said I didn’t know. Then I was taken to the jail
where I was stripped of my clothes, my bible, my every possession, except my
glasses. I was given jail clothes and placed in a holding cell with a piece of vinyl
mat and a scratchy blanket which I wrapped around myself because I was shivering.
By this time I badly needed to urinate, but no one heard my beating on the door or calling
out for the guard so I had to urinate into a drain in the floor. This was a
humiliating experience and I hoped no one would barge into the cell while I was doing
this.
About an hour later, I was served dinner which I could not eat. I was simply too
traumatized. I could not eat during my entire incarceration at the jail. Later
I was taken to a temporary holding cell which had a bed, linens, a sink and a
toilet. If I spoke loudly I could talk to the prisoners in the cells adjacent to
mine, though I could never actually see anyone. I asked the other prisoners what I
could do to get the medicine I was now past due on. They told me that I would have
to ask the guard when he came around. This I did and the guard told me that I would
have to wait until morning to see the nurse if he was on duty and he would have to
prescribe me the medicine! I told him that I usually take the medicine at 5pm and
then again first thing in the morning. The guard shrugged his shoulders, turned and
walked away.
I laid down on the bed and prayed to God to get me through the night without dying.
I did make it through, though I was very ill, and short of breath. In the evening I
was served a snack which I couldn’t eat because I still felt ill. I didn’t
sleep much because of all the thoughts going around in my head. Mostly all I could
think of was my poor family and what they must be going through without me there to help
and protect them. I prayed for mercy from God and this was the hardest night of my
life!
I had heard it said at some point that my initial hearing would probably be 1 month from
the time of my arrest and I knew that it was possible that they could hold me there in
jail until that time. I was devastated. I felt like an animal pacing back and
forth not knowing what to do. Eventually I was taken out of the cell to have my
fingerprints and photos taken. The fingerprinting was a violating experinece, but I
was happy to be out of that cell for a few moments! Unfortunately I was returned to
the cell until the the 1st of August (Bethany’s Birthday). The next morning I
still had no medicine and no sign of the nurse. I was served breakfast which I could
not eat because I was still too traumatized and ill.
Before midday I was taken to see the release officer who reviewed my information. He
told me that I had basically admitted to the crime and asked me why I was so angry.
I told him that I wasn’t angry and he began to speak of how my eyes twitched and
about how my body language said that I was uncomfortable. I told him that all I
cared about was getting my family back together. He said that he was reluctant to
release a "transient" with a felony charge back out on the streets. I
told him that I knew that if I didn’t show up in court that I would be a fugitive in
every state because of the felony charge.
He pointed out to me the fact that I have no criminal record and that my wife and I both
have college degrees and that I am an Eagle Scout. He wanted to know about our
financial business and how we make a living. I told him about our Internet
business. He seemed puzzled why a person such as myself would find himself in
jail. I was puzzled as well. Eventually he decided to release me and about two
hours later I was released downtown Grants Pass, but only to find that our Motorhome was
gone and my wife nowhere to be found. I was alone in a strange town with no where to
go!
I was not notified of a trial date set for that day nor was I notified that My Daughters
had been confiscated by the State of Oregon and placed into protective custody. The
Protective Custody Reports state that "Parents were notified of this hearing today
and of protective custody".
I remembered the welcome to Grants Pass, Oregon sign I had seen on my way into town and
shook my head in dismay! I recalled it stating the population, but never did it warn
of possible seizure of Daughters and property without notice or warrant.
Humbly Submitted this 9th Day of October, 2000.
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Brian Edward Christine
A man whose Christian Name is Brian Edward Christine came before me on the 9th day of
October, 2000 A.D. and attested that the above statements are true and correct according
to his conviction based on first hand competent witness.
___________________________________
Notary Public for Oregon
My Commission Expires : _____________
IN THE CIRCUIT COURT OF THE
STATE OF OREGON
FOR THE COUNTY OF JOSEPHINE
STATE OF OREGON
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Plaintiff,
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Case No. 00-CR-0526
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v.
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AFFIDAVIT OF ACTS
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COMMITTED ON
Brian Edward Christine,
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JULY 31, 2000
Brian Edward Christine.
)
Date: July 31, 2000
Location: Josephine County, Oregon in rear parking lot of public library:
It was Monday the 31st of July around 12:00 noonday. I was in the privacy of our
Motorhome giving food and drink to My Three Daughters when suddenly I heard a car and then
someone calling in through an open window, which startled me. I wondered who it was
and why they were calling in through the window rather than knocking on the door. I
was offended at this rudeness and invasion of our privacy so I went to the door of our
Home to see what these people wanted. I was faced with two Officers armed and in
blue uniform, one male and one female who informed me there had been an anonymous phone
call from a man who had reported a “child” who looked dehydrated. I
wondered what man they were talking about as I had not seen or met one. I also
couldn’t understand what “child” they were referring to as I have Three
Daughters and they were inside the Motorhome eating with me.
I informed the Officers that My Daughters were eating and drinking at that very moment as
they must have witnessed while peering through the window. I believed this would be
adequate proof that we were not the people they were looking for and moreover that Our
Daughters were not dehydrated. However, the Officers were not satisfied, they said
they wanted to see our children even though they had already seen them through the open
window. They continued to insist in seeing My Daughters. Then they told me
they wanted to talk to our children. I asked the female Officer what my rights were
and she refused to answer. I refused to allow these armed Police Officers to come
into Our Home and interrogate Our Daughters.
I returned to taking care of My Daughters’ needs believing that the Officers would
now leave. The Officers remained outside and soon an entire squad of Law Enforcement
vehicles surrounded Our Home. More armed and uniformed Officers appeared at the
scene as well as other un-uniformed workers. I became alarmed. I was pregnant
and alone with My Three Small Daughters who were becoming disturbed and frightened.
I was unable to leave or to contact for any help or counsel.
The Officers had refused to tell me my rights, the only thing that I could think of was to
take My Daughters into the Library to find my husband and ask him what to do. He was
inside doing business on an internet computer. I left for the library expecting the
Officers to remain outside our Home, however several Officers followed us into the
Library. This was extremely embarrassing and humiliating especially in front of Our
Daughters. I couldn’t understand why they were following us. We were
being treated like criminals. We had an armed Police escort into a public building .
I found Brian and told him, “these Police Officers want to talk to the girls and I
know they have no right.” I was not allowed to talk to Brian about the situation
because the Officers came over, cut me off and started to harass Brian.
Brian spoke with them briefly and then said we were going back to Our Home. Again we
were escorted as if under arrest. We returned to our home which was completely
surrounded and blocked in by Police Officers and Patrol Cars and what we later learned
were SCF workers and vehicles. We entered our Home but left the door open so as not
to be interpreted as a threat. Brian began to put his belongings away in order to
leave. We did not know what to do, we were very frightened.
Plain clothes but armed Detective Dan Evans began questioning Brian through the open door.
He said he wanted SCF to talk to Our Children alone. Brian said he would only
talk to the Detective because he had made no agreement with SCF and signed no contract
placing us under SCF jurisdiction. Brian then stated that we are Indiana residents,
not residents of Oregon and that we were travelling. The Detective persisted in his
questioning. Brian asked what his rights were but received no answer. The
Detective said that he was running out of time for doing things the peaceful way. A
large man in plain clothes with his left arm in a cast spoke to Brian through the open
window saying, “If it were me doing the investigation, I would already have thrown
Brian in jail and then I would take the kids.”
Brian asked the Detective what would happen if we did not cooperate with them. The
Detective replied that he would have to arrest Brian and drag the kids out kicking and
screaming. Brian became visibly disturbed at the mention of this being done to Our
Daughters and asked me what we should do. I was really afraid of what might happen
to us if we did not cooperate, so when Brian then turned to me asking what we should do,
the Detective’s threat forced me to reply “I guess we have to let them in”.
I was afraid, and I believed the Detective would do what he said. I was
unaware that his threat was a lie and that the Detective could not have legally acted upon
it.
The Detective ordered us to leave Our Home. I left, but Brian refused to leave Our
Daughters alone with the strange man with a gun so he stayed where he was. A while
later, the Detective came out of Our Home and I went back in. He said he needed to
talk to Brian privately. Brian went with him around the corner. I did not
understand what was going on. I stayed with Our Daughters who were as confused as I
was.
During this time I went to shut the door so that I could use the toilet which was situated
in plain view of all outside. The Officer refused to allow me to go to the toilet.
After the Detective was finished interrogating Brian, he came over to me and said
that Brian had incriminated himself. I didn’t know what this meant.
Brian and I went back into Our Home with Our Daughters. We were all very
traumatized. SCF worker Sharon Jefferies stated that they were going to take Our
Daughters away. I said, “What? You’re not taking them
anywhere!” She then lied to me saying, “Oh we mean we’re just taking them
to the Hospital.” I said, “My Daughters aren’t going anywhere without me or
Brian!”
Having been told that Our Daughters had to be taken to the Hospital, I was then asked if
we both wanted to travel with the girls. I was not informed why My Daughters needed
to go to the Hospital, nor was I asked if I would take them to a Hospital. It was
made clear that SCF was going to take My Daughters to the Hospital with or without us.
I was then surprised to learn that the Detective was going to take Brian to the Police
Station to get fingerprints and information. I became very scared and confused about
what was happening and began to cry. I had been told that both Brian and I were to
go to the Hospital with Our Daughters. I now realized that I had been deceived.
Now I was going to go the Hospital with Our Daughters and Brian was being taken
away. I wondered what kind of insanity this was?
I could tell Brian was very upset and ill. He was too grieved to even to respond
when I said “I love you.” as I got into the minivan with Our Daughters and went
to the hospital.
I was completely devastated by what was happening. Our Daughters were also showing
serious signs of trauma and stress. Bethany vomited a little on the drive to the
Hospital and all of Our Daughters appeared physically weak.
At the Hospital no one offered My Daughters anything to eat but rather they were tested
for everything imaginable. I would later learn they were even given abusive and
invasive sexual exams without my knowledge or consent and for no reason and with no
probable cause. Pornographic photographs were also being taken by Sharon Jefferies
unbeknownst to me while I waited in the Hospital. I did not understand what was
happening. I thought that My Daughters had been brought to the Hospital to receive
help for dehydration, not to have massive blood draws, a battery of tests run on them, to
be sexually abused or to have pornographic photos taken of them. All these strange
people were picking up My Daughters and doing things to them over which I had no control
and had not given consent to do. I was treated as if I was no longer their Mother,
but an evil convicted criminal as I watched My Daughters being abused by State workers.
After many hours of testing, My Daughters were finally given some food. This was
approximately six hours after Officers originally made contact. I called the Police
Station and was told that they were keeping Brian overnight. They would not tell me
how long he might be incarcerated. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I wondered why they would want to keep him in jail. I didn’t understand
why he was still there when we had been told they only wanted to take fingerprints and
photos. I began to think they might not let him out at all. I did not know
what to do.
SCF worker Sharon Jefferies casually informed me that they were keeping My Daughters and
that they were to be placed into foster care for the next two months and also that I had
to leave the hospital premises and not come back.
I could not believe it, I had tried to cooperate with them, I had answered their questions
and now they were taking my Precious Daughters away from me. No one ever offered us
any remedy for the situation. I was not even told why I had to leave or what it was
that I had done wrong or what crime I had committed. I was just to accept that My
Daughters were now someone else’s property without any charge being brought against
me or any witness to any crime! No one ever even asked me for permission to keep my
daughters or if I objected.
I said there was no way I was going to leave them. She said that if I wanted to see
them before I left, I would have to calm down. I was instructed by Sharon to lie to
Our Daughters, telling them “I have important work to do.” I said there is no
way they will believe that, I am always with them every day, no one even baby-sits for
them.
I had no choice but to leave, so I went into the room and hugged Miriam and Lydia.
Then to Bethany, the eldest, I said, “I love you, take care of your sisters.
God’s going to take care of you.” I was overwhelmed with grief over being forced
to leave My Daughters.
The Detective drove me back to Our Home and as I got out of the car he handed me one of
the teddy bears that they gave out at the Hospital. I said, “They have taken
away my girls” and he said, “the bear might be a comfort to you”. I
could not believe his words. How could a stuffed toy replace Bethany, Lydia and
Miriam?
I went and sat alone in our empty Motorhome. It was then that I realized just how
much I had been lied to by both the Police Officers and SCF workers. During the
course of those hours on July 31st the Police coerced entry into my home using threats
intimidation and fraud. I was lied to about the Police just wanting to see My
Daughters. I was lied to about the Police just wanting to talk to My Daughters.
I was lied to about the Police’s and SCF’s concern about the health and
well being of My Daughters because they offered no water or food as remedy, and called no
doctor to the scene. SCF lied to me about just taking My Daughters to the Hospital
because in taking them to the hospital, they were taking them away from us. SCF lied
to me about having the goal of bringing families together, because they only worked to rip
us apart from the very beginning. Detective Dan Evans lied about just taking Brian
to be fingerprinted and photographed and instead locked him up making it possible to keep
Our Daughters knowing Brian would never give them up. In the Hospital my Daughters
were not treated, they were tested. In the Hospital My Daughters were subjected to
sexual abuse. And now as a result of all these lies I sat alone in my home.
The four most precious people in my life had been ripped away. If it had not been
for God, then I would surely have died.
Humbly Submitted this 9th Day of October, 2000.
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Ruth Elizabeth Christine
A woman whose Christian Name is Ruth Elizabeth Christine came before me on the 9th day of
October, 2000 A.D. and attested that the above statements are true and correct according
to her conviction based on first hand competent witness.
___________________________________
Notary Public for Oregon
My Commission Expires : _____________
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