Knowing How To Ask For Help — A Historical Human Trafficking Story
This week I finally made some progress with asking for help as a victim of an ongoing serious crime. I don’t know how this effort will work, but I am not giving up. My story is worse than the Epstein affair, but so far, no authority or police has taken the time to take me seriously, investigate, or prosecute. Hopefully a German nonprofit with experience in human trafficking will take on my case next week.
The BackStory
There are many ways to describe me. Journalist, high tech and cannabis entrepreneur, expat, (Gen X) woman. I have lived and worked in three countries in my life for extended periods of time. I have just won my citizenship in Germany after a Supreme Court case that has changed immigration law here forever.
I am independent, I have lived on my own since I was a teenager. I have never gotten any help from my frequently well known, but equally criminal and deeply disturbed family. Indeed, all they did was make my life much harder when not trying to hurt or kill me.
However there is another way to look at what I face right now. Escapee from a horrific family with a history of cult-like, criminal activity, like human trafficking, kidnapping, including of minors, fraud, multiple attempts at false imprisonment or worse, and wracked by a history of both their terrible crimes and mental illness. Some of them are even “famous.”
40 years ago, I was kidnapped by my mother, Gail Haley, and her immediate family in the U.S. with an assist from my stepmother and half brother (who wanted us disappeared), with the goal of stealing everything my parents had and turning it over to her sister. That money and the associated intellectual property of what was stolen was taken by my aunt, Beth Briggs and her husband, Alan Briggs, an assistant Attorney General of the state of North Carolina as well as my mother, brothers and stepfather. I became the outsider in a criminal family that never wanted to admit what they had done, primarily because they built their own (considerable) wealth and reputation on the same.
Both brothers, Geoff Considine now in Boulder, Colorado and my other half brother, Frank Arnold in Brighton in the UK, also made sure that I never saw my father again. They kept me prisoner in the United States while imprisoning my father and torturing him to death in the UK in the first decade of this century.
At stake is millions of dollars and some patents that will cause challenges to cyber security globally if not stopped. My father invented AI algorithms that can still evade the cybersecurity of banks. My brother Geoff Considine, decided to use that work, stolen by my mother when she illegally took us out of the UK in 1980, pass it off as his own (as an adult), and has made a fairly decent living (including lying to NASA and various educational institutions including Georgia Tech and the University of Colorado at Boulder) about claiming these as his own (while trying literally to have me locked up for life a decade ago as he finally patented them under his own name). On my birthday.
At the beginning of August this year, a man contacted me out of the blue — an options trader — and identified himself as the kid my father desperately tried to give his patents to in the early 2000’s. Julian Hunter is a forex trader who was a student at Bedales School in Hampshire when my father was entering the last decade of his life. He confirmed many of the missing details I could not prove, but then disappeared into the ether again. However I now have two witnesses from the school, including a former director of Alumni Affairs and a former student who also confirm that a well-known, wealthy private school that sees lots of children of the rich and famous go there, also deliberately isolated my father as he sought help as an old man and told students that they had nothing to learn from him and to stay away from him.
The shocking notes from the NHS tell the story too, but so far, that apparently has also made no impact anywhere.
I have gone to the police in three countries, multiple times. Nothing has been done.
Next week, with the help of a human trafficking nonprofit, I am going to try again.
How Far Does Germany’s Protection Reach?
That is a question I am now going to explore as a German citizen.
Germany is focusing on the problem of human trafficking, although so far, the country has been widely criticized for not doing more. So far, in my interactions with the police, they have taken my reports, but done nothing. Not even taking this seriously enough to go to Interpol.
An officer in Frankfurt this summer opined (with the security police no less) that I did not really need the police but a psychotherapist.
Finding a PTSD counselor I can afford and can speak English is a great idea. But see the previous two barriers.
What I need is a support system domestically, including if necessary counseling and proper medical care that I still have not been able to access here — in part because of the holes I was repeatedly being stuffed into. And I need the police to take me seriously. So far they have not.
And it affects everything.
Starting with the care I need and have yet to be able to afford.
And including the prosecution of people who have long gotten away with criminal acts and still pose a direct threat to my life.
At the age of 53, with a negative amount of money in the bank this weekend, no full time job and intermittent freelance work, I am back to square 1 again, and not for lack of trying.
I have no backup, no family, no place to go.
The only reason I am not on the street right now is that my roommate won’t kick me out.
That is not a place that is fun to be.
I am highlighting it because it is also not a reality of my making.
I am highlighting this because I should not be here.
And I am making a point about needing help, particularly in the middle of a global pandemic.
Nobody has taken me seriously or helped me steady my life again. No authority, outside of the Supreme Court which actually said I have been discriminated against all of my life, has done anything. And that starts with some really basic stuff.
For example, I have gotten no stimulous check, or tax relief, or help of any kind post Covid.
These funds should definitely go to the “more deserving.” Right?
Being A Medical Cannabis Patient Exposes You To All Sorts of Challenges
I am beyond positive that so far my attempts to report a crime and close it, as well as come to some kind of resolution have been stymied in part by my lack of citizenship at least in Germany. In the United States the lack of concern from any authority I long ago wrote off as the reflection of a violent society that is now, more obviously imploding because of the collapse of its own infrastructure let alone concepts that women should not be treated this way.
Who cares, really, if some foreign American student (in her late forties or early fifties no less) was abused as a child somewhere? Or that her family did exactly the same thing, this time with one death, less than a decade ago.
Who really cares? They are white, have nice houses and go to church. They should be allowed to act this way, right?
After all Jeff Epstein and Harvey Weinstein are anomalies. These things just “do not happen.” Right?
But I am also not entirely sure at this point, what the Germans will do.
I have finally had a counselor in Frankfurt (a woman) tell me that she believes me this week. Yet yesterday, a top immigration (male) attorney in Frankfurt congratulated me on winning my Supreme Court case, but was absolutely uninterested in anything else.
His best advice? “Go down to the local jobs center.”
And then of course there is the issue that I do use medical cannabis, and work in this industry.
It has not helped me gain credibility with authorities.
After all, “patients” are non-people, erstwhile criminals, and better to be thrown away or not listened to.
They are not people, professionals in their own right, or even human beings. Right? Certainly not professionals who should be recruited, respected and paid.
Who Has Been Contacted So Far?
There is a very long list that should be shocking.
1. The U.S. The local police in jurisdictions where the perps still live are not interested in historical crimes. In North Carolina, the State Bureau of Investigation has acted very badly, claiming they have to have a referral from the local police. The FBI has not done its job. The last contact I had with anyone was with a federal U.S. Attorney General in Charlotte who claimed he went to Homeland Security. It has been months now and nothing has been done. I started going to the FBI in 2008. In New York. They just told me they thought I was “crazy.”
2. The UK. I have been going to the police since my father died in Scotland Yard, the Metropolitan Police in London, The Thames Valley Police, Sussex police and of course Hampshire Police. They are interested in now talking to my new witness who of course has now also decided to pull a disappearing act. At least I know who he is now. I am urging him to come forward again. The police want to speak to him.
3. Germany. I have gone to the police in Dortmund and Frankfurt, but so far, nothing has been done.
This is what violence and abuse against women looks like.
Stay tuned. I do not intend to go away or stop making noise.
Even if it takes me the rest of my life.
