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December 22, 2009
This is Parental Child Abduction, It is a Crime, Pure and Simple
I recently received an email that the courts in Brazil have ruled in favor of Sean Goldman. Some have asked why I have not called this a ruling for David Goldman. The fact is this was a kidnapping. It was recognized by the Hague Convention, which Brazil was a voluntary signer to. Although the young child has not been placed on a plane and sent home, we can only hope that will occur very soon.
The Brazilian court had already ruled in Goldman’s favor and then a higher court ruled that there should be a hold or stay until the boy could testify. The idea of putting a victim on the stand in favor of the criminal is absurd. The argument, although on the outside might seem logical, is not.
Think about it…
You find out that your child while on a vacation has been abducted. The other parent in a sleazy attempt of low character has planned to divorce you and then to help drive home the pain, and make it where you can never see your child ever again!
You did not deserve this. You are not an evil or vile person, you simply have found out you are no longer loved by your spouse. This person had spent weeks and months premeditating their final action. They talk to you and tell you that they will see you in two weeks and are maybe even a little affectionate. Behind your back they are leaving their job, closing their bank accounts, and making secretive calls in the shadows. Once they have arrived for their ‘vacation’, which is really a vicious move to run away from their responsibility as an adult or just humanity.
They can’t stand the idea of you ever seeing your child again. They’re so selfish in their desires that hurting you is the only way that they can feel better about themselves. They run to a country that is a voluntary signer to an international treaty, and then hide just long enough to claim the right to keep their stolen child under a loop hole in that same treaty.
They mentally beat their child into believing whatever makes them feel better about their illegal and morally evil actions. The child is only trying to survive, to feel love and be loved. They do not know why their mother has taken them from their father except what the child is told.
Again, imagine this is your child-
The child is raised to learn a language which is not his/her native language. Is taught to call another person by your name, mommy, daddy. They are forced through passive manipulation to let you go and accept this new life.
Later when you find your child, the other parent has the audacity to argue that their vile act was not wrong and should be rewarded by keeping up the lie they have spun. This child knows you, loves you and needs you. At the same time you are a mystery to them. The person who has fed them while hitting them with the emotional stick of lies, and deceit now wants them to get up on a stand and defend them. This is what parental child abduction is. This is why placing a child on a stand after being kidnapped and then enclosed in a reality that served only the abducting parent is a horrific idea.
To better understand this from the child’s point of view let me share some of my own story.
The week after my father was caught, and then let go I was full of mixed emotions. The night before our recovery while hiding my father with his family were praying and begging God to let him get away with us. We were being told about all the vile things my mother was one last time. She was a witch, a whore, b*itch, unfit, she had gone from a loving mother to a child abuser; she had married another man and hurt our father. Dad was trying to tell me with his father and family what I needed to say if they were able to allow me to testify. If dad was found guilty he would go to jail and it would be my fault. I would be the sole reason he would be locked away. I needed to save him. I needed to stay with him. I was reminded that although our home was poor, and mom’s the evil rich home, I knew what our home was like and dad could not protect me from the other home.
On the day of the hearing, December 5th, 1983, we drove up to the Bastrop County courthouse in Texas and dad grabbed our hands. The air was cold and stung with all the force I felt crushing me from inside. Up above a woman looked down at me. It was my mother, and my father reinforced that knowledge I held inside. Dad mumbled under his breath to me about what a tramp she was. She doesn’t want you, she is doing this only to hurt me, and you son. I was more confused than ever, I loved them both!
I didn’t want to testify, I didn’t want to be there but dad said I needed to protect him. The courtroom frightened me even at the age of eleven. Dad and papa told me I might need to testify and I needed to remember that I did not want anything to change. Dad reminded me that he had remarried and I had a new mommy. I would hurt her too by going back to my mother who had not cared for me while he had taken us. She had loved another man and had a new baby boy to replace me. I would hurt my new step siblings, that up until his arrest I had been sworn to keep from them dad’s fugitive past.
I want you to take this story, this narrative, and I want you to put your child in mine and Sean’s place. I want you to look at your spouse, how they love you, and think about how well you know them and how much you love them. Now think about my mother, Sean’s dad, and think how they felt to get that phone call, “Your child is never coming home and you will NEVER see them again”.
This is Parental Child Abduction.
A Childhood Christmas Wish Revisited in Sean Goldman
In light of the holidays I often find my heart and mind drift to my days abducted. In those days life was trapped in a bottle, floating on a sea of confusion and mistrust. As a little boy I still envisioned what I might get for Christmas. Superman, Pac Man and GiJoe called to me from crystalline plastic wrap on the local retail store self. Dirty icicles hung from the bottom of dad’s van. If we were lucky snow or sleet fell the night before in Odessa Texas. Black ice mixed with oil and dirt layered the streets. Drivers who had no business on the road made great entertainment from our apartment window. Our little puppy yapped and danced around begging to play outside. To the onlooker, to my immediate and intimate family, little Kenny appeared once again, selfishly waiting for Christmas morning.
The blindness of those whom I lived with is now as it was then farther from who I was then, and now. The life of a child is a constant barrage of experience that becomes learning. What they learn is a direct effect of their surroundings. The glow of warm fire, parents (if still together) teaching their children love and affection, and if separated, or a single parent’s home showing their children the kindness of patience and care. Never is there a cry abuse or neglect. In our home, the sweet stench of both mixed within the walls of family love and fugitive protection.
I use this analogy like one looks at the two sides of a coin. While little Kenny was looking and dreaming of toys, he was also wishing for a special present that never seemed to come. In truth I dreaded reuniting with my mother. Like a schizophrenic child I wanted, no, I craved the warmth embrace of my mother. At the same time I wanted her to be all that my father and his family said she was. I hated and loved her in the same breath my little body could exhale. You may ask, how does a child love, desire and wish for their parent and then hate, hope they are dead, and want to forget their very image.
You have to imagine that your life is one big lie. You must assimilate into your being their fears and lessons learned. You do not have the unwavering love of your mommy or daddy to comfort you anmore. Mommy is either dead, a whore, witch, the devil, an abuser, drug addict or whatever else the other parent can create in your/their head. If the abductor is lucky, and usually is, he/she will have helpers who either by choice or ignorance of the facts helps destroy the young child’s mind. Within as little as four to six months the child has adopted this new life as their foundation for existence.
So as I look out my window at the neighbors children playing in our cul-de-sac this holiday break, I cannot help but think back to those days. The turmoil I felt for three Christmases, wondering where my mother was and wanting her to die, or let me die from the pain I felt. I think about our December 1983 reunion/recovery and that first year back in mother’s home. The ache I felt for two lives that had diverged as quickly as they were created one terrifying fall day, October 10, 1980.
Steam rises from my cup of coca and mingles with our Christmas tree. My eyes are still fixed upon the innocence laughing and racing about outside my home. My ears have not turned away from the recent and ongoing news of little Sean Goldman that is being discussed from my family room television. I hear the pain only my colleagues who I call friends can know or understand. David Goldman, like so many others has spent what can only be a lifetime of searching, court wrangling and anguish fighting for his son. I cannot imagine what it must feel like to have your child ripped from you; however I try through my unique eyes.
Highly paid legal advisers and monkey trainers attempt to speak for young Sean’s stepfather. They try their best to manipulate the international Hague treaty on international parental child abduction by twisting loop holes in the treaty. As a last ditch attempt to allow this accessory to parental abduction, Sean’s stepfather, to keep his victim in his custody, they now wish to get Sean’s testimony. This would be absurd in any rational mind, yet for the past twenty-six years I seen it tried many times by the accused.
I have often used the analogy, “You can forgive the bank robber but you don’t hire them to work in your bank.” The same is said for the kidnapper. Why any sensible person with the use of all their faculties would put the victim or a kidnapped child, and yes, that is what we are, on the stand to defend, to make right, this heinous crime is beyond me. Going beyond the obvious, a child does not have the maturity to fully organize and classify what they have been through beyond raw pain. They know two things: they love and miss their left behind parent and the person who has abducted them (or is an accomplice) feeds them, clothes them and sets all the rules governing their life.
The above statement will be argued that I am an idiot and do not know what I speak of. The other argument will be that I am blinded and must be paid by the other party (who should be the prosecutor in a criminal case and not a civil one). Both are no closer to the truth than their manipulation of childhood trust and innocence. I have never been paid and have devoted my life to ending this CRIME. I have found that the best weapon against ignorance is education. You cannot ask a child what they want or what is best when they are a child. This fact is echoed in the many civil and criminal law covering what is consensual. That is a strong word but think about it.
As a victim of this crime and former law enforcement officer, I have been called to the stand as an expert witness on domestic parental child abduction and the effects it has upon the child throughout their life. The main argument is that the child should not be removed from the abductor since they have become acclimated to their new environment. Hmm, maybe that should be the argument for every person who abducts or kidnaps? Think about it. The child abducted by a stranger does not have to leave their captor. Why shouldn’t the child be put on the stand in those cases too, and why not?
When a child is taken and must live in a new environment they are left to the devices of whatever and whoever abducts them for basic life needs. As in my own case lasting three years, two months and eighteen days, I had many chances to leave. The reason I stayed cannot be answered in one sentence or in one paragraph. There was more than fear, confusion, trust, safety, self preservation and family loyalty that made me stay. The fact is I didn’t know any better or that life could be changed if I just called the police or ran away.
While I was researching for my follow up book to Throwing Stones; Parental Child Abduction Through the Eyes of a Child, I came across a dilemma my editor brought up. I remembered things in patches and not in a fluid-adult continuum. My editor wanted me to soften the bridges between sub chapters. I explained that in order to get the dates right I had to actually find key events that were tied to documents uncovered while researching. Once I could place the event in or around that testimony, document or other mile marker, I built my sub chapter. This jaggedness to my work made my book feel amateurish, or childish.
Finally I was in Las Vegas visiting an old friend from high school who is a juvenile sex crimes detective. When I explained to him my predicament he said that my memory fit with that of a true event. He informed me that the dislodged nature of my memory is the exact tool used to determine if a child has been coached. These were and are techniques approved and used by medical professionals. Further when a child is put on the stand it is harder to tell if they have been coached than if they are left in the care or a therapist.
Now think about that for a minute. Why would an abductor, okay I will call them a parent for now not want the child to see or be placed in the care of a therapist but instead testify that their abductor/abduction is the better environment for them to stay in. Besides the obvious, parental child abduction is big business. I ask anyone to not take my word on it but instead do their own detective work. A child has no place on the stand concerning a parental child abduction case. If the defense or judge wants a child’s perspective, ask the child after they have grown up such as me.
When I was a child and going through that pre Christmas nightmare recovery I wanted to live and stay with my dad. If the presiding judge had allowed me to testify I would have screamed from the rooftop, “let me stay!” Would it have been best, not remotely! It is obvious now as a thirty-seven year old former abducted child, parent and former law enforcement officer how harmful and long lasting the effects my kidnapping had on me. The confusion and loyalty for two homes ripped and tugged at my heart well beyond my abduction and recovery. To this day I still wake from dreams where I must choose. How can we ask a victim to choose between a life kidnapped or a life as it was meant to be?
I can beat a puppy from the day I bring it into my home. If every time I give the puppy food I hit it, it will begin to accept the pain as love- just like a child will. This is the same in the area of mental and emotional abuse. When Sean’s mother abducted him to Brazil, it was for the sole purpose of hurting the other parent through the loss of David’s son. We as adults have learned our lessons and there is no way to argue that you didn’t know that the gun would go off if you pulled the trigger. When she abducted Sean, she aimed and pulled back on that trigger. The sad thing is that until Sean is home, that bullet is traveling.
My children have always been taught that although their parents have divorced and then later remarried to others, they are loved by both. They know that regardless of what may come between their biological parents, they can trust us both. We may fight over what is best but we both know that kidnapping them to another country is not only criminal, it is cruel to both the other parent and the children involved. I have spent years in counseling as an adult to learn how to be the parent mine were not. What Sean needs now more than anything is his biological father. Together David and his son can get the therapy together that will be needed to bridge that gap and the scars created by the act of parental child abduction.
As I head back beyond our Christmas tree and the ever blinking window lights, I look over at the innocence running about outside and a little prayer of hope goes out this day to the judge in Brazil. My hopes and prayers is that he will make the right decision and return home a lost and stolen little boy.
Bring Sean Home!
October 9, 2009
The Avoidable Case of Christopher Savoie
This past week in Japan an American father was forced to take action in order to regain his abducted children. Christopher Savoie, a law abiding citizen was apprehended outside of the United States Consulate while trying to enter with his children. The local police placed Christopher in jail on the charge of child abduction. What is most disturbing is that Christopher was attempting to return his children after they were abducted by their biological mother against a United States court order keeping them in the United States.
Japanese law is not a co-signer to the 1980 Hague Convention on international parental child abduction. Under this confusing, and often webbed convention, the home state has jurisdiction on child custody issues. If a child is taken to another state, that state has an obligation to return the child. Since Japan does not recognize this convention, it allows an open door policy of stealing children to Japan, as long as the parent is a Japanese citizen.
On the other hand, if a child is taken to the United States, Japan is quick to request the child returned. Since Japan has close ties to the United States, this indifference is often overlooked. This unbalanced system of international cooperation has created the picture definition of forum shopping. Basically, if you don’t like the court outcome, move somewhere where you will get the outcome you want.
What must be understood is that Japan is not the only nation to overlook illegal retention of a child against a sovereign state’s right of custody. However what is important here is that there are numerous cases of non custodial parents who have taken their children to Japan and been given protection. What Christopher’s case shows is that if you try to retain your children, you will be locked up, and charged with the very crime that allowed the non custodial parent to enter Japan. So where did all of this start?
Back in January Christopher Savoie was in divorce court from his ex-wife a Japanese citizen. His wife agreed to live within the boundaries of the court ruling. Simply, she needed only to have them back in time for school. Mr. Savoie raised concerns that his ex-wife would try to take the children to Japan. His concerns were overlooked and as a result of poor judgment, his ex-wife was able to secret his children off to Japan. When Christopher discovered what had happened, a warrant was issued in the United States for the mother’s arrest.
Japan has a history of favoring mothers as the sole conservator of small children in divorce cases. What is different in Japan is that when the other parent loses custody, they are completely severed from their children. Given the Japanese family court system, it only promotes cases like Christopher Savoie. What is still often overlooked in these type cases is the children, and the affect it has on them. While the parents, courts and officials slug it out, the children sit quietly behind the scenes falling apart internally.
As a former abducted child and author on parental child abduction I know exactly how these little children feel and what they are going through. For three years I was abducted by my father and lived in two states. On more than one occasion my father considered moving to Australia. There was the constant fear of being uprooted in the middle of the night and whisked away because the feds were closing in on my dad. On more than one occasion I would wake to the shouts of my father, and cries from my fellow kidnapped siblings.
When asked how long it took to become confused and protect my abductor, I often answer within just weeks of the initial kidnapping. What must be understood is that a child unlike their adult counterpart, cannot reason between the crime and the misguided love of their parent. They do not see an outcome where they will be reunited if they go to the police or make a public plea for help. Their circumstance is just life as they know it. When returned home they are confused even further over the ordeal.
What can make the child’s experience worse is when the abducting parent denies communication with the other parent, and tries to distort their view of the other parent. For me, I can see this as the main cause for Christopher’s son freezing in the street, and not following his father, and sister to the United States Consulate. After his father has been apprehended, the abducting parent can then use her son’s confusion as a viable argument in court. Sadly, this is not due to his father being unfit, but from the abducting mother’s grooming of her child.
What should be taken from this is that Christopher and his children’s ordeal could have been avoided back in Tennessee during the divorce proceedings. The judge was fully informed of Mr. Savoie’s concerns, and history of Japan allowing non custodial parents to abduct their children. Next, if Japan wants equal international rights for children taken abroad, maybe they should change their policy, and join the Hague Convention of 1980, or suffer the same results they inflict upon other State’s custodial rights. Lastly, the effect parental abduction has upon the children involved can have greater impact than stranger based abduction; since the loss of trust is so great.
Deceber 23, 2009
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Well after another crazy year in Parental Child Abduction and Parental Alienation, we are coming to this year’s 2009 close. This month started off with a rollercoaster ride of emotions for me and others. This December marks the first year after completing and publishing of my book, “Throwing Stones; Parental Child Abduction through the Eyes of a Child” and the recovery of Sean Goldman. We have to remember, there is still so much left to do.
It was December 5, 1983 that I was recovered and brought home from Bastrop, Texas. As I look back over the past thirty years from the date in which I was stolen, October 10, 1980, I think about the hundreds of thousands of children who are abducted annually by family and friends. Although most are returned within hours, there are the few which take years, and in many cases never come to closure. If all goes well, tomorrow morning one family will be reunited and returned home for Christmas. We must still remember that the road ahead for Sean and his father will be long.
We must also not forget the many other cases on going. Emily Rose Hindle was abducted by a manipulation in the court system. What many may not know is that she was taken to the United States. While she has been in the care of her mother she has developed vision problems in her eye and was nearly adopted by a convicted sex offender. Her father has met with road blocks at every level in attempt to keep her in the United States. Her father has tried repeatedly to have her returned under the same guidelines set forth under the Hague Convention that the Unites States has argued in other recent cases. Her father was finally expelled from the United States this past Summer/Fall.
Shelby Cannon will be celebrating Christmas in Ireland. Shelby was kidnapped as a baby and taken to
Ireland while her mother was on vacation with the blessing of her father, Josef
Cannon. Her mother in the dead
of night, like a grave robber, stole the name off of a deceased Irish girl’s
grave stone and convinced her daughter she was that dead child. Her father, actor and co-author of the Synclair-Cannon
Child Abduction Prevention Act, searched for her for ten years. After he was to be finally reunited with his
daughter and have her returned Ireland stepped in using the sick loophole Sean
Goldman’s mother used. Since the United
States rightfully issued a warrant for her arrest, Ireland will not let Shelby
return home in fear her mother may have to face up to her vile crime.
As we move into the final days before Christmas, let us not forget
those recovered, those still missing and the many left behind parents who must
gaze upon an empty stocking that again, will not be filled.