From: "Alex Sutherland" <Alex.Sutherland@sra.org.uk>Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2010 12:10:24 +0100
Briefly, my complaint was to do with Ms Thorpe's lies and misrepresentations to the Court. I had been promised that Farrah Nasir would not be completing any court reports given the level of complaint that I had raised against her. This was brought up by my barrister the fragrant Liz Woodcraft and Paul Anderson (second social worker) leaned over from where he was sitting behind Ms Thorpe and said that Melanie Goode, who had given me those assurances was not authorised to, in fact she only worked in the complaints department as an admin clerk. That is another lie, she is Farrah Nasir's manager's manager. They all work in the same department, there is no way that Paul Andersen could not have know this. In any event, this position tat she would not be working with my family or preparing any further reports was confirmed by Farrah herself in writing.
Basically, the SRA, which is the body that is meant to regulate solicitors' actions and conduct agrees that Claire Thorpe has lied and misrepresented information to the court but that's fine because the court didn't realise. The social worker, Paul Andersen told me that funding was in place to place my youngest child with my mother's sister in February temporarily while my appeal went through and I was stuck in Holloway. In court, he lied and said no funding was available. Ms Thorpe should have checked before she made any such representations to the court as she knew the case was contentious and everything that Westminster Social Services says is basically spun or a lie. Even the judge in the Family Court proceedings that dauy accused Westminster Social Services of "elegant blackmail" when he had sight of a letter they tried to force me to sign, without legal representation or advice when these two self-serving lying social workers came to see me there, right after I was remanded.
This matter has been listed for a hearing on Wednesday August 18th at the Principal Registry in Holborn because it is supposedly causing my eldest child a great deal of distress and the Local Authority, who have no standing in these proceedings are seeking directions. What they want is for me to be ordered to take this blog down. I'll tell you what is causing him more distress, is being in the same household as his grandmother who lets him play unregulated on the internet 24 / 7 who doesn't meet any of his emotional needs and who murdered his beloved grandfather. Why does a 13 year old child have four Facebook profiles? What level of supervision is he under? How is his therapy going and what of Darling Mother's medical reports? My solicitors have repeatedly requested this information from her solicitors (which you dear reader are paying for) but these requests have been ignored.
Needless to say I have escalated this complaint against the lying Ms Thorpe to the Legal Services Ombudsman because the decision that it's all right for Family Court Practitioners to lie to the Court as long as they are not found out makes about as much sense as a papier mache Trident Defence System. Let's pretend to be all scary when in fact it's harmless and toothless and ineffective. .
It's not Simon Singh but I am a writer, they couldn't possibly have expected me to take this sitting down. This is what I do, when I feel something is being dealt with unfairly and maliciously. Nothing up here is untrue and I am a mother at the end of the day, I could never do anything to hurt my children. These allegations that the blog identified and causes distress to my boy is an inelegant attempt to try and stifle my freedom of speech and to say what is going on in these proceedings. I wrote a book, the children are already known in the public domain, this isn't an attempt to exploit them but a serious effort to expose what social workers and councils will do and to what lengths they will go to steal children from mothers. The state is committed to taking 25 000 children away from their natural mothers a year in order to prop up the sick and twisted system we maintain. I'll fight to my last breath, scratching and clawing and writing.
Think again if you think I'm going to let mine go, wit the ease with which the seasons slip into each other.
I moved recently and I've sat and cried in my daughter's new room when I look at the toys she bought with her scrimped and saved pocket money that she didn't even play with. They're still boxfresh. She had to leave everything behind, yet again, including her favourite Cat in the Hat toy my father bought her and this raggedy white puppy toy she can't sleep without. I've held the silk of the Monsoon fairy dresses to my face and breathed her into me so I can hold onto a piece of her that remains with me, no matter how many miles or stupid, lying reports separate us. I look at old framed pictures of my beautiful bright boy from when he was ten years old, his gap-toothed smile and shining dark eyes, exactly like mine and I can't stop the tears for all the time we've lost and the heartache I have caused but which I want to mend now.
Do you know what they said? These inexperienced social workers who have no kids and couldn't possibly know what this feels like?
"It's too late. You have no relationship with him any more."
I asked them for help, I might as well have signed my own death warrant and that of my two gorgeous children. This is about THEM, not my children. My complaint against them has gone to Stage 2 and I expect the outcome of that any day now. They are not interested in the truth at all. After I refused to meet Social Services, my Parenting Counsellor from Women in Prison persuaded me to agree to a meeting with them. They refused to come and so now, the Court will have no knowledge of my situation, circumstances or frame of mind, other than what I tell it.
So here it is. My words are all I have.
Not enough people challenge the system, especially random and loose decisions made by Social Services. Of course this has forced this all into court now and back into the forum where it should have been examined properly in the first place in any event.