KEENAN IS HOME.
On Wednesday, July 15th 2009 my attorney mediated in chambers nearly an hour. St. Louis County Family Court said they would help Keenan their way! There is no seeing eye to eye with these bureaucrats. It’s their way or the highway. They wanted to go by that Keenan is injurious, take jurisdiction, control him with drugs and keep him from family, against all professional doctors advice. Keeping him from family to cause an everlasting psychologically effect on him. Oh CPS bureaucrats, it doesn’t take rocket science to figure this all out. This a young child, and my child, whom you forcibly torn away from his mother, banned her from love and family support, Keenan missing her for years, documented by doctors, psychologists, doctors of your own choice, recently reuniting, then she dies on Christmas morning. Don’t you hate it when doctors of your own choice will not lie for you! Are you that ignorant! No! the answer is just plain sick in the heart and out of control! I stopped my lawyer just before as he was approaching the court room for mediation and stated “I want my son home, I do not want help from Missouri”! Nearly an hour later my attorney came out from the courtroom, approached me, handed me a legal document signed by the judge, stating case dismissed due to lack of evidence. “Can we say mistake dismissed”! Keenan’s case manager wanted him to go to boy’s & girls town to pick up all his belongings, but he was nowhere to be found! Before we could even flinch, Keenan and his aunt were vanished into thin air! They literally must of ran full speed ahead, never looking back, from the courthouse, jumped into the car, and raced as far away from there as quick as lightning. Keenan has been kid-jacked once again, only this time with my blessings, full consent, approval, and in the company of an ally= family, his aunt. Not CPS children & family abusers! Keenan’s face has been beat on. His face was swollen with bruises, lumps, cuts on his lip, neck, cuts inside his mouth. Keenan stated he was strangled to an unconscious state by a 19 year old male adult whom was a resident in the facility living with Keenan. Why is this dangerous adult living with children?! I’ll be taking him to a hospital Friday for a complete check up. I planned on taking him Thursday but my motor vehicle became disabled. These pass three and a half months have literally cause me to go completely bankrupt, due to the high volume of calls I had no choice in in making. Searching for help, research, driving, all the fuel, the interview, tripling my mobile Phone bill, on the go, searching a way to rescue Keenan period. For the first in 25+ years I cannot pay my phone bill, and is being shut off, due to running out of US currency which little I have earned and saved to support us till I found work. On the go, searching a way to rescue Keenan period from these CPS barbarians. While waiting at the case manager’s office to pick up Keenan’s belongings, not even two hours have passed. I noticed a missed call and a new voice mail. It was a man from the Missouri probation department stalking us, stating St. Louis County Family Court in Clayton, Missouri can we say “satin’s court”, just informed him he is back in my custody and needing to do a home investigation right away. How about more like home invasion and intrusion! Clayton and Florida, two evil tricks in one. Where has the probation department been for months and months and months? Myself and the case manager finally left for boy’s & girls town to pick up all of Keenan’s belongings. I made it on the inside and upstairs of boy’s & girls town. It was far from what I ever imagined! Nothing close like the 1938 movie, starring Spencer Tracy and Mickey Rooney. The white narrow claustrophobic hallways. Metal blue doors with a little a rectangle window, based on a juvenile institution setting. Entering Room #203, Keenan’s Room were being held in CPS captivity, it gave me the total creeps. All was so dismal, eerie, dark, ghostly, very sad and lonely, cries of children, adults not listening, drugs to silence them! I could feel all Keenan’s frustrations, his pain and suffering, his agony! A big portion of the wall was demolished what I suspect came from Keenan’s anger. Keenan’s bed was a little cot attached to a wooden frame, an open closet, one window overlooking a yard surrounded by red brick buildings. I cannot remember if in there was a mirror. A three drawer dresser and a one drawer desk built onto the wall. Sitting on top of the desk was a good size bulletin board. I walked over to look at Keenan’s artwork he had thumbed tacked onto it. What I saw hurt me deep in pain, tears are falling. On several sheets of paper were very nice drawings of one heart per sheet. I had no idea Keenan could draw this good. His mom drew like this. What choked and touched me were what writings said inside of the hearts, AMY MARIE BROWN, RIP, 1977-2008, I Love You Mom!
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