My Son is Being Abused by His Mother and Her Father. Physically and Sexually.
I have been trying to protect my Son since my Family Court custody case began in August.
I told my first attorney that I seen my wife slap my Son in the mouth at eight months old, when he bit her while breastfeeding. My first attorney Ms. Devian Daniels told the referee Jamila Cha-Jua-Lee that my wife slapped my Son, in the mouth, when he bit her, while breast feeding and her response was “What else is she supposed to do?” I couldn’t believe it.
I told my attorney that once when I was driving and my wife was sitting in the back seat, next to my one year old Son, in his carseat. We got into an argument and she started punching me in the back of the head, while I was driving. I had to pull over.
She wouldn’t mention this to the referee.
My Son came to the Kings County Family Court House with a bruise on his eye. I went up to them and she said “he fell.” I told Ms. Daniels that my one year old Son has a black eye and she said he fell. Nobody in the entire Court house seemed to notice or care. She said that she didn’t notice and never mentioned it to the referee. My cell phone was stolen from the Court by Ms. Daniels. I never received a police report from the Court House. I was told that “a guy walked out with it when they supposedly checked the camera there. I put a complaint on my lawyer and referee. This same referee issues a temporary protection order against me, through a virtual hearing, over the phone. I never had a chance to defend myself against it.
I told my second Court appointed attorney Elliott Green that I pulled my wife off the ledge of the roof of her seventh floor apartment building, and saved her life from committing suicide, five years ago. She went to Lutheran Hospital Psychiatric Unit for two weeks. I talked to her Doctor there and he told me “How well do you know your wife, and that she is very dangerous.”
I pleaded with him and my first Court appointed attorney to subpoena my wife’s mental health records, to protect my Son, they are supposed to be looking out for “The Best Interest Of The Child.” This not only hasn’t happened for my Son and I, but I was prevented from protecting him from abuse happening.
I seen my third Court appointed attorney after waiting eight hours, right before the Court House was closing. She said that she didn’t have any business cards and that “I can’t contact her but she would get a hold of me.” I fired her and represented myself.
I told the referee about saving her from committing suicide and to subpoena her mental health records. Her response was to send us BOTH for mental health evaluation. The protection order got continued by another Judge Judith D. Waksberg.
I have to drive three hours each way to be able to see my Son. I moved out of Brooklyn and back to Moosic, Pennsylvania. I didn’t want to have my Son see his mother abuse me in front of him. I go down with my Dad for my Supervised visits every other Sunday from 10 am to 5pm and meet at the 70th precinct.
I haven’t seen him in person for over three months due to Covid-19.
I get down there on Father’s Day, with my Dad, who is a witness to everything except my cell phone being stolen. I have a WhatsApp message, to my wife that said the next time we come down to meet at the police station I am asking an officer to get a trained professional Psychologist, to check my Son for physical and sexual abuse. This detective asks me to empty my pockets and give everything to my Dad. He arrested me in front of my Son and my Dad.
We told him that I am a Type 1 Diabetic. I was put in a room upstairs for hours without my Insulin and meter. I asked this detective what am I being arrested for? All he said was “You know that you have a protection order against you?” I said yes but he wouldn’t tell me the violation. I had them call the EMT’S and they took my blood sugar and it was 444. This referee wouldn’t even order video chat to see my Son prior to Covid-19. I get taken to Maimonides Hospital where I am leg shackled and handcuffed to a gurnee, for five hours.
Then I get sent to the processing center fingerprinted, and put in a holding cell until I was released at midnight.
My Dad got to spend some time with my Son and he said “Dada is in there, why isn’t he coming back out to see me?”
This detective was Facetime with his kid so I can hear it through the door while my Son and Dad are outside.
I am unemployed and will have to borrow money to get an attorney. It’s not right.