Timeline of Tyranny, Terror, Trauma & Tribulations

My name is Kevin Patrick Wright.  The information below documents the true story of how I ended up being homeless, penniless, and suffering from severe daily pain while also trying to control the recurring issues from my cancer (baseball-sized tumor, long gone) and diabetes (hypoglycemic):

IT'S THE LAW, RIGHT?

UPDATE 2014: ALL 'EVIDENCE' FILES HAVE BEEN ARCHIVED HERE.

Humiliation 101

This is an OPEN LETTER or EXPOSÉ to the many so-called Canadian "Public Servants" and their guilty agents who have violated their oaths of office and/or completely ignored their duty and responsibility to uphold the rule of law and respect the rights of ALL human beings:

When corporate agents of the Canadian government are allowed to get away with serious rights violations resulting in theft, personal injury, molestation, cruelty, deportation, and abandonment, the government and its agents are guilty of

Failure to Protect

and potentially

Crimes Against Humanity,

(these are not isolated incidents)

and they need to be held accountable.  I've said it many times before and I'll say this again:  While there are certainly countless individuals and families in the USA, Canada, and Worldwide who are currently going through a much worse nightmare than I, it is completely and utterly inexcusable that the violations of my rights, and the resulting injuries and trauma, would go ignored and these public servants would shun responsibility, deny my claims or make false accusations ("blame the victim"), or fail to respond at all to my complaints.  When publicly elected officials are clearly informed of human and civil rights violations against an individual in their jurisdiction, they have a duty to respond and address the issue in a very timely manner, especially when the person is suffering as a direct result of their actions and inaction, and whose life may still be in much danger.

In my case, I fled to Canada from the USA to seek political asylum as a result of multiple threats against me and multiple attempts on my life.  All I wanted was to be safe, to be allowed to support and defend myself and any future family, to heal my cancer and pre-diabetes, and to be left alone... you know, fundamental human rights.  I no longer felt safe in the USA and saw how its government was stripping citizens of their civil rights and personal liberties in the aftermath of 9/11.  Canada accepted my application for political asylum (refugee claimant) and I patiently waited many years in hope of them approving my application.  What a joke!  Canada is NOT a free country!  In many ways, it is actually worse than the U.S. when it comes to personal freedoms (unless you are rich).

This blog is dedicated to exposing just how far a corrupt political system will go to destroy a persons life if they don't OBEY the self-appointed "masters".  If you dare dissent, question authority, or demand rights granted by your Creator, you become a target of these elitist scum.  They have established such an Orwellian network of political crooks, financed by shady corporate parasites, and protected by vile and vicious hired thugs (private security).  The old mafia has nothing on modern politicians and corporations.  Fascism is alive and well in North America.  I've carefully and chronologically documented my entire debacle as you will soon see below, showing only the most recent events and factual evidence.  This blog post will be the official "condensed version" of my Canadian nightmare.  For the very detailed story with endless amounts of evidentiary documents to support my claims, see the previous blog posts "The Wright Odyssey..." #'s 1, 2, 3, 4.

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Why The Canadian Gov't Wanted Me Gone And How They Did It!

They wanted me out of Canada as fast as possible for several reasons. One, because I did not accept any of their welfare and other corporate government "benefits"; Two, I demanded my fundamental human rights to work and be left alone without prejudice; Three, because they knew if I was homeless, broke, and across the border, it would be extremely difficult for me to SUE them, based on the amount of time the relative "Statute of Limitations" allegedly allows for filing any claims against them.

Before I continue, let me give you a brief background on what led up to the following events in my life.  I am an architect (non-affiliated) and custom home carpenter/builder who sought political asylum in Canada due to my outspoken political views/opinions (whistleblower) and writing about my investigations into fake wars, foreign espionage and other "national security" issues, corruption in government and police, "private security" firms (Wackenhut/G4S, CCA, Blackwater/Xe), and corporate prisons and jails (I'm also ex-military and anti-war.).  I have been repeatedly harassed and threatened, had multiple attempts on my life, had my homes and automobiles broken into, had personal weapons and other items stolen, and had false accusations against me which led to entrapment, false arrests, and imprisonment in one of the very jail systems I was investigating (the now-closed Broward County Stockade Facility, Florida under Sheriff Ken Jenne); prior to November of 2005, when I was first set up and arrested.

THE TIMELINE OF EVENTS

Late Summer of 2006:

Having fled to Canada to seek refuge from political persecution and threats to my life, I did my best to stay "under the radar" and to travel about as little as possible.  I was living in the "lower mainland" of BC, around the Maple Ridge/Surrey area.  I did contract and barter work for various architects, engineers, and home builders in order to pay rent and buy food.  After many months, I was getting very bored and wanted to explore other more remote areas of BC.  I also wanted to get more work in my area of expertise... custom luxury home design.  Whistler seemed like the perfect fit for financial and recreational interests.  I couldn't get much work at first, so I ended up bartering for cabin rent at the Klahanie Campground in Squamish, BC.  I actually completely finished the inside of an old dilapidated log shack/cabin.  I installed a toilet room and a kitchenette (including all plumbing), sealed up walls/doors/windows, some paint, etc.  Just enough to make it livable and cozy feeling.  Once it was finished (along with another fix-up/repair to a trailer), the pot-head manager kicked me out so he could rent it for $550 per month (greed).

I resorted to living out of my Ford Explorer, doing showers and laundry at the free local facility for 'homeless.'  I was always searching for work and responded to an ad for an architect/designer in Whistler.  They were looking for someone talented enough to re-design a new luxury ten-million-dollar custom vacation home (my specialty).  The previous architects were fired due to multiple design and construction issues, before construction began.  I interviewed for the job and was hired on the spot.

September 7th of 2007:

I was still officially "illegal" and informed Craig and his office manager that I still had to get approval before I could start working.  They were behind schedule and needed me to start immediately, even if it meant paying me "off the books" in weekly cash.  I started work for CR Contracting on September 7th, while still living in my truck in Squamish, BC, just south of Whistler.  I hit the ground running and proved myself worthy of respect almost immediately.  On September 11th, 2007, I was awakened at approximately 2am in the morning.  An arrogant little jackass from the Squamish RCMP was shining a light in my eyes and pointing a loaded handgun at my face, while yelling for me to "show me your hands."  I was not amused and screamed a few profanities his way, showing him my empty hands and telling him to stop pointing his f'n gun at my head.  The two female RCMP officers (opposite side of vehicle), began to chuckle, and he looked foolish (more like cowardly).  It was absolutely uncalled-for to over-react like that after finding someone sleeping in their truck.  My plates were expired... and from another vehicle; necessary to avoid suspicion and prevent being detained while 'hiding out'.  I informed them that I was simply trying to survive, had just started a new job, and I would have the truck towed later that evening.  I was, ironically, scheduled to fly out of Squamish via a Cessna 172 with my new employer, Craig Ross, to meet with the log and timberframe manufacturers in Merritt, BC.  It was an all-day trip and we made it back in time to tow the vehicle to the jobsite in Whistler.

I slept in my vehicle for a couple of weeks, then it got cold and I started sleeping on the filthy floor of the unheated steel jobsite trailer.  It took two weeks before I finally got Craig to get me a decent heater.  Every morning, I would have to wake up early enough to wrap up my sleeping bag and put it in my truck, so the other workers wouldn't know I was sleeping in the trailer.  I was paid in cash on a weekly basis, but Craig refused to pay me for my overtime hours (up to 20 or more o.t. hours per week) because he was having difficulty in "hiding" my cash payments "off the books."  I was only being paid $20 per hour (my usual fees were $40-$50/hr) and I was using my own architectural software on my own laptop computer for this job.  The dusty/dirty trailer started clogging my computer, which eventually burnt out the motor due to overheating.

December 10th of 2007:

Eventually I saved enough cash to rent a basement suite, but Craig demanded I let him co-sign it, and then later joked about how he now "owned" me.  Things were going well, I was eating much better, and started treating my cancer with herbal supplements and quality food.  The house design process went well and construction was well on its way.  The foundation and basement were poured, and framing was starting.  The crew and I all got along great.  There was still plenty of little jobs to keep me busy, like the windows and doors, interior design coordination, finishes and other materials, etc.  This all came to a screeching stop on Monday morning, December 10th, 2007.  I needed an extra hour or two to finish up the drawings for the doors/windows, otherwise their delivery would be delayed by months.  I tried to get Craig to understand the urgency of this deadline in the prior week.  So, Monday morning, he tells me we need to rush next door for a meeting.  I said I would be delayed and he went berserk.  He caused the delay, then was upset at me for apparently not working over the weekend to finish the job.  I was fed up with all of the unpaid overtime and I had plans to go skiing, so I knew it would have to wait till Monday morning.

Craig started raising his voice in a condescending manner and stomped out through the trailer door, slamming it so hard that he knocked books of the shelves, then punched a 4x4 post while screaming "FUCK!!!"  That was enough for me.  I had seen his temper directed at others and I was not going to let him do that to me.  I was giving 150% effort on that job, substantially improving the value and design of the house, and he treated me like a stray dog.  I packed up my laptop and other items and took the bus to my place, about 10 minutes away.  About an hour or two later, Craig shows up at my door... furious and red in the face.  He said he only had "one question" for me... "Are you on board, or not?"  I said I was if he would stop acting like a two year old.  He started to lean toward me like he was thinking about hitting me, but he saw me flex and lean toward him.  He said he knew I was a fighter and mumbled something else.  He demanded that I give him all of my computer files for the house design and told me to pack up and get out of the suite.  He said if I didn't leave now that he was going to go back to the jobsite, get all of the guys (jobsite crew) and come back to throw me to the street.  I laughed and said "I don't think so."

I informed him that I was the "tenant" on the lease and that he had no say in my remaining a tenant.  I also told him that since he wanted to play games that he would now have to compensate me for all of the unpaid overtime he owed, plus return all of the money ($2,000 - $3,000) he kept for a bogus "security deposit" (separate from what I paid the landlord = $375).  Craig, standing next to his truck,  arrogantly responded with a loud "Game On!"  He said that I "would never see a dime, not a single dime" from him.  He told me that he had treated me "like a king... LIKE A KING!"  Obviously, he was confused as to the difference between a king and a dog, and I told as much.  He said he was sorry that I felt that way and actually seemed to be crying before he drove off.  We WERE otherwise "friends" prior to that day.  He probably realized that he just lost one of the only people that he actually respected and was friends with.  Later that morning, I emailed Craig and informed him that I was willing to finish off the window/door package and submit it so as not to delay the project, for the sake of his client.  I told him that I would do this at no charge, just so I could be satisfied that I went above and beyond my job and did it honorably.  He never responded.

January - February of 2008:

Craig then started showing his true colors and vindictive spirit.  He canceled all of the checks he had pre-written for my rent and failed to pay for January or February rent, in spite of his holding thousands of dollars of my earnings.  This caused me to receive an eviction notice and a loss of my security deposit.  I had to do manual construction labor for my landlord in order to not be evicted for February.

Spring/Summer of 2008:

A short time later, I met a guy who was taking care of the condo next door for his friends (Hawaiian  family's vacation condo).  He was the former building inspector for the district (John Hidi, real name is Janos Hidi) and had a large home in Pemberton, with rooms for rent.  I moved in and did occasional design and CAD projects for John in exchange for rent, when I didn't have cash.  I also started picking up new clients on my own and occasionally had clients referred to me by John Hidi.  Sometime in the spring or early summer, I answered a job ad in the local weekly paper (Whistler Pique).  A developer/builder (Norm Little) was looking for an architect/designer to finish up his permit drawings for a new condo/hotel/retail project in Pemberton, BC.  I met Norm for lunch, was hired on the spot and given a retainer check for $1,000 to get started on the drawings.  When not working on architectural drawings, I also did manual construction labor for Norm.

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In my spare time, I regularly emailed Craig Ross and Don Lindsay in an effort to collect the stolen wages, lost rent/deposit, overtime hours, etc.  Don emailed me back, once, claiming he would look into the matter and asked for my patience.  After that, I received threatening emails from Craig & his/Don's lawyers stating "they" had filed formal complaints against me with Immigration Canada and Canada Revenue officials, as well as the US Border Patrol & IRS.  Craig also claimed I was trying to extort them (by demanding my unpaid wages?). Also, I can prove I was electronically & physically being tracked everywhere I went in BC. While still working for Craig, I went skiing one weekend and had a large male "agent" GRAB my forearm and locked on tight, pressing down hard like he was trying to inject something (while having a post-skiing beer with John Hidi). My arm had a serious "spider bite" infection for a week or two. I have two witnesses, in two different vehicles, that can testify to the fact that both their vehicles (with On-Star & Blue-Tooth), lost all power & control while giving me rides home in 2010, after I was "paid off."

I can't imagine that anyone with Don Lindsay's wealth and connections could possibly influence the ministry of the fascist Immigration Canada, but I might be wrong. Either way, shortly after I was supposedly "paid in full" from Craig Ross (3.5 years later, no interest or penalties, after I put up an embarrassing website), a "Canada-wide arrest warrant" was issued for me. The complete "setup" wasn't quite in place yet, so that's when Norm Little (in major bankruptcy and with RCMP rental contracts at stake).

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By winter time, Norm was apparently running out of money due to careless and excessive spending habits with his construction loans.  He was grotesquely over budget and started losing investors who put up $25,000 or more for deposits on condos.  Most of them filed lawsuits and Norm filed for bankruptcy, unbeknownst to any of his workers or sub-contractors.  He always made up excuses for not paying people, resorting to "robbing Peter to pay Paul."  He was quickly running out of projects for me.  At the same time, I was really sick and tired of living in John Hidi's house.  I had no idea how creepy this guy was until several weeks after living there.  His ex-girlfriend (Ruth Nopper), whom he was constantly bickering and fighting with, showed up at John's house one night (he wasn't there, intentionally).  She brought home his other renter (Sony), who had spent some time paragliding and doing construction work (hot roofing) in Hawaii.  Ruth and Sony both told me what an absolute piece of garbage John was.  They told me to NEVER believe a word he said.  They told me he was a sick, twisted, deviant pervert, a liar, etc., etc.  Sony referred to him as "Fat Bastard."

At the time, John was a severe alcoholic and had major financial problems.  He would usually go on long multi-day drinking binges, but always managed to sober up in time to go skiing on the weekends (his favorite past-time), followed by more drinking.  He would be so drunk at times he would walk around the house completely naked late at night.  He hid liquor out in the back shed and would sneak out to drink or go to the liquor store.  He was also on prescription drugs at the time and managed to get hold of morphine (he told me it was for his once "broken back").  He knew a lot of American Army doctors/psychologists whom he skied with.  Ruth also had a medical background and a friend of his from his "Bible Study" was a doctor (Chinese).  John often drank while driving his truck, including while transporting his only infant granddaughter (he once babysat while his son and wife spent some time with friends).

Later that day, I heard her screaming and went to investigate.  I saw her on John's bed, completely naked and red from crying/stress/??  John quickly walked past me, completely naked and drunk.  I don't even know if he saw me.  I was disgusted and told Sony about this incident.  He suggested I not jump to conclusions, but didn't seem too surprised or concerned. Ruth and Sony now despise of me and just love John because he finally came around, stopped drinking, controls his temper, and re-found Jesus just in time to prevent bankruptcy. Personally, I think he got hold of enough morphine to keep him "passive" enough to put up with Ruth. It has certainly done wonders for his financial situation.

December of 2008:

Thankfully, I got a job offer to go to work for a timberframe and log home builder on Kootenay Lake, just north of Kaslo, BC.  I was scheduled to start January 2nd, 2009.  In December, I desperately wanted to get out of John Hidi's house and arranged to temporarily move into Norm Little's empty log cabin on his family's 5-acre vacation ranch in Pemberton (Poole Creek).  Norm was starting to show early signs of financial desperation.  I found a blank piece of paper under his computer keyboard that showed numerous attempts to forge his wife's signature (she owned all of their millions in real estate - collateral for his condo/hotel project).  He was starting to be more crass and inconsiderate of other people.  At times, he even came across as completely heartless and cruel, with a totally self-serving attitude.

January of 2009:

I started working for the new company on schedule.  A few weeks later, I got pulled over in Trail, BC by the RCMP for speeding in my landlords car.  I was urgently looking for a check-cashing store to cash my first check.  I got detained for an immigration violation and was taken to jail.  I awaited a Cessna plane that was scheduled to pick me up the next morning to take me to Vancouver for deportation.  Fortunately, there was a "white out" snow storm that delayed the flight, giving me a couple of days to make phone calls and apply for political asylum.

After telling my story, I was told I met the required conditions and was eligible to apply.  I was released from custody and given a short time to get to Vancouver to receive my application/instructions, be photoed, fingerprinted, etc.  I did everything I was asked to do, sent in the very long application, including a long chronological timeline of events that led me to seek asylum, along with some evidence to support those claims.  I was now "legal" in Canada and although it was a stressful event, I felt a huge weight off my shoulders.  I went back to work.  On the weekends, I fished with my landlord, rode my bike, played weekly volleyball at the high-school, etc.  Now that I had a steady and respectable flow of money coming in each week, I started cooking healthy meals, experimenting with various herbs, spices, and supplements for my cancer and diabetes.  Norm started making a little more progress on the condo/hotel and occasionally had me do a little drawing for some extra cash.

July 4th of 2009:

I got pretty bored with the work I was doing for my new employer and didn't feel like I was getting any worthwhile benefit from the experience.  I moved there just to gain expertise in timberframe and log construction, but ended up just doing basic drafting and teaching others CAD.  Time to move on.  I let Norm know that I was heading back to Pemberton and that I was looking for a place to rent.  He offered me a caretaker position at his ranch, since he had supposedly been having issues with "trespassers."  In reality, the place was under foreclosure, and he was basically using me as full-time security.  Almost immediately, Norm's friend Bill Small (arranged the financing for Norm's condo/hotel and was a marijuana advocate), brought out 36 marijuana plants and planted them in a clandestine location.  He planted an organic garden as a diversion and to justify the garden hoses, timers, etc.  I was a little concerned because I was the only person living on the property. Norm later gave me supposedly legitimate "medical marijuana" signs to post (from Bill Small), just in case the RCMP ever showed up to investigate.

Summer - Winter of 2009:

I continued doing drawings for Norm and also designed a couple of houses/remodels for him, along with occasional odd labor jobs.  Norm kept getting cheaper and cheaper with my hourly rates and really scammed me out of some major design fees by charging one of his clients $75/hour for my work and paying me only $25/hour.  He said it was "simply business."  Due to my isolation on the ranch, occasional skiing/hiking/biking/etc., the fact that I was cooking and eating organic meals, taking lots of supplements, and researching/experimenting with a variety of herbal medicines, my cancer tumor disappeared and I was starting to regain some of my muscle mass.  Little did I know, but Norm and Dianne were already doomed for foreclosure on the ranch and the rest of their rental properties/investments.  Tensions and tempers were starting to show.  I occasionally continued my email pursuit of Craig Ross and Don Lindsay, to hold them accountable for my losses.  They completely ignored me, knowing I could not afford to sue them in court.

March of 2010:

Norm and Dianne put on a real dog and pony show in bankruptcy court, crying and screaming about "human rights violations", delay/sympathy tactics like using Dianne's hearing issues to demand an interpreter, etc.  The judge didn't buy it and they lost the ranch. ;-)  Norm let me know that the new owners would be stopping by to view the place.  He planned on spray-painting the interior of the log cabin and other possible destruction, but I took the spray paint and kept tabs on him.  At this point, I was completely disgusted with Norm.  I wanted nothing more to do with the guy and was pleasantly surprised when the new owners asked me to stay on as a renter.  They even allowed me to work off some of the rent until I got more business.

This infuriated Norm because he wanted me to help him raid the place, including selling the little cabin I was living in (illegal).  I let the new owners know what was going on and documented everything that Norm was doing before he had to be off the property for good (the end of April).  I even missed celebrating my birthday on the 28th, because I knew Norm would enter my cabin or worse if I wasn't home. It should be noted that Norm has a few "friends in low places."

His favorite slave employer is an old guy with dentures who hauls or delivers anything Norm wants to dispose of amongst other errands and hard labor, using his busted up old pickup. This guy is also a part-time "security guard" with a private-security firm in Vancouver. They both have connections to the Hell's Angels. I discovered this after I took pictures of a pickup truck license tag on the ranch. I told the new owners that I would document any attempts of Norm to steal or damage any part of their new home. The old guy driving the truck issued a cautionary warning, stating that the truck was borrowed from a Hell's Angel and that I shouldn't take pictures of it. I later confirmed this after doing some digging on the private-security company that Norm claimed were monitoring his hotel alarm system (He put up "protected by" signs, which was just for show).

Spring-Fall of 2010:

Everything went well with the new owners.  We all got along fine and I often helped out with odd jobs.  They gave me rides to/from town when they would go to work.  I did some strawberry picking (ironically, on Jordan Sturdy's farm) and other miscellaneous jobs out of desperation for cash.  Finally, after 3-1/2 years, I had been ignored long enough by Craig Ross (employer who ripped me off in 2007) and his bro-in-law Don Lindsay, so I decided to get more aggressive.  I was literally on the verge of starvation (two weeks of rice only).  I put up a quick website with some very revealing documents, video/audio, pictures, and more; exposing Craig and Don to a potentially embarrassing dilemma.  I emailed links to the website to a lot of people, letting Craig and Don know that I was desperate and had nothing left to lose.  Obviously they knew that I was serious when I informed them that I was planning on putting up hundreds of these "free" websites and that their lawyers would be busy full time trying to get them all removed.  It worked, and I had a check delivered to me the next day, but only for the amount that was owed to me... after 3.5 years of hassle, threats of violence, deportation, etc.  No apology, no interest, no penalties, just what was stolen from my wages (including unpaid overtime).  I could now pay my rent regularly, eat well again, and start my cancer treatment again.

December of 2010 - March of 2011:

The new owners were looking for a female tenant for my cabin, to help babysit their two daughters and be an extended member of the family.  I was not used to sharing the property and enjoyed my isolation, so I also wanted to look for another place.  I moved a little closer to town, but high up a mountainside to an isolated 5-acre property with a luxuriously finished old A-Frame cabin with a wood stove.  This was supposed to be barter situation, where I would help finish the interior of the cabin for part of the rent.  That never happened and the owner and I had a rather heated go around before I moved out at the end of March, 2011.  While living there I had been making my regular monthly phone calls to CBSA (required as part of my refugee process).  I was informed that I had allegedly missed a mandatory Immigration hearing in October of 2010, for which I received no notice.  Also, I found it a bit ironic and suspicious that after years of waiting for a hearing, that one was scheduled just after Craig Ross and Don Lindsay's lawyers sent me a check for a "global settlement."  Craig told me that he had contacted Immigration, so I believe once he was forced to pay me that he was furious and likely had Don's big-shot lawyers make a few phone calls.  Then something odd happened; after months of not seeing or talking to Norm Little, nor wanting to, he emailed me asking me if I wanted to design a custom house for one of his clients.  He promised it would be lucrative and that I could deal directly with the owner regarding my fees.  He also offered me a discounted hotel suite in his new building, now completed and operational as a "hotel."  I needed a new place to live and was very short on cash, so I reluctantly accepted.  Uggh!  Here we go again.

April Fools Day of 2011:

I used John Hidi's pickup truck to move my belonging to the hotel and later had John escort my truck into the village with his (at night).  I kept my Ford Explorer parked in the basement/parkade level and put my belongings in two separate lockers on the same level (my locks on the doors).  The suite was sparsely furnished, so I mostly just needed my clothes, computers, and a few other items to be at home.  Besides doing design and CAD drafting work for Norm, I also helped run the hotel, managing guests, cleaning rooms, landscaping, maintenance, construction, and more (all for a lousy $15/hour).  Norm still expected me to pay him $800 per month for rent, and actually insisted that I vacate my suite when he was overbooked for two weddings.  Big surprise, Norm started being Norm.  I had enough and decided to move out in August.  I tried to save some money, but with $800/month rent, expensive organic food, and a small paycheck, it was tough.  I found a new place but could not afford the deposit.  I told Norm that I needed a little more time to vacate.  This turned into a heated debate.  Norm and his hotel manager, Myson Effa, contacted the local RCMP, hoping they would help kick me out.  Since I was a monthly tenant, they didn't have any authority to remove me, however... the plot thickens:

Immigration Photo

BEFORE

August 1st, 2011

On August 1st of 2011:

I was admitted into the Squamish General Hospital (in Squamish, BC, Canada) emergency room - early evening.  I was being transported from Pemberton, BC to Vancouver, BC by Genesis Security, a private security corporation and a contracted agent of Canadian Border Services Agency (CBSA), another non-government "contracted" security CORPORATION.  Supposedly, I was "wanted" due to allegations of a missed immigration hearing and a few monthly phone calls.  I later found out, the official notice letter for the hearing was returned = marked "Return To Sender").

Ironically(?), I was arrested and forcibly removed from my rental suite in Pemberton shortly after informing the Mayor and town council of internal Village of Pemberton government corruption (including evidence I provided).  Once arrested, I was treated like a terrorist (S.O.P.? - Standard Operating Procedures?) and placed in handcuffs (in front) and leg shackles, with no shoes.  I was placed in a compact metal cage in the back of a dark, unmarked high-security van... like this one:

No markings or logos on Genesis Security “Prisoner” Transport Van

Similar Prisoner Van - Doors Open - Click Here for Full Specifications

The Genesis Security driver/guard (Danica Bua) did not put me in any kind of seat-belt or restraint to keep me from being injured (illegal?). The driver drove at very high rates of speed, making very hard starts and stops at traffic stop signs and stoplights.  My head continuously slammed into the sloped metal ceiling behind my head, leading me to get very light-headed.  I started getting dizzy and was leaning forward when the driver slammed on the van brakes at a stop light in Squamish.  I went airborne, head-first into a thick metal-plated wall, knocking me unconscious and causing internal/external bruising, severe spinal/back/neck pain, sleeplessness, later memory/speech issues, current heart palpitations, a large gash on my right hand, and more.  The driver (Danica Bua) stopped along side of the road (Sea-to-Sky Hwy. 99, south-bound), got out, and opened the outer van door, but not the locked cage.

Right Wrist - Handcuff Injury - 1st Van driven by Danica Bua

These "accident" photos were taken exactly one week after the injuries occurred.  I was literally in a state of shock and 100% sleepless for 7 nights as a result of stress & trauma to the brain from my head injury.  Further trauma resulted from the events that immediately followed and continue to this day.  The pictures only tell a tiny part of the story.  They do not reveal the internal damage to my rib-cage, lower spine, neck, internal organs, brain swelling, nor the surreal horror of not sleeping for an entire week.  Nor do they show the effect this has had on my cancer and diabetes, which I had under complete control (holistically) before I was terrorized by psychopaths.  Over 4-1/2 years later, I am still in constant pain, day and night.  Occasionally, I get temporary pain relief and sleep well from natural herbal medicine (legal Cannabis), but that is rare (either donated or purchased with the few dollars I earn when I get odd jobs).

Left Wrist - Handcuff Injury - 1st Van driven by Danica Bua

The Genesis Security driver/guard (Danica Bua) contacted her HQ's and asked what to do.  She was told to transport me to the nearest hospital emergency room.  She banged on the cage and repeatedly called out my name - eventually I regained consciousness, observed blood pouring down my right arm from my handcuffs, and felt horrible pain in my spine, neck, rib-cage, and legs.  My legs were awkwardly twisted and up in the air due to the shackles and very confined space.  I was also a little nauseous, but don't recall any pain in my head, just numbness and confusion.  At first, I thought I had experienced a low blood-sugar state, possibly due to a former pre-diabetic condition.  The driver pulled into the emergency lane at SGH and left her van there, blocking the lane (illegally).  She was told to move the van, but refused until an RCMP officer arrived to "guard" her "prisoner" while she moved the van.  She did not want to identify herself (Danica Bua) or the company she worked for (secrecy?), but the RCMP officer insisted she comply for his report.  SGH took my blood-sugar and it was normal, and this was also confirmed later that evening by Vancouver Jail staff.  I was placed in a hospital bed and lay there in pain for several hours in cuffs and shackles, waiting to be seen by a doctor.  My wounds were wiped clean and dressed and basic tests taken.

Eventually, a female doctor looked me over, asked me a lot of questions, had me perform basic movements while looking for injuries, etc.  Because of my cancer, all-natural/holistic lifestyle, and hatred of x-ray technology, I refused any drugs or x-rays.  The doctor seemed rather surprised by my knowledge of cellular/molecular biology and oncology.  She had to order the guards to remove my shackles for tests after they refused.  The relief male guard/driver from Genesis Security (Mr. Herr) refused to allow me to urinate without watching me, even though I was cuffed and shackled (I declined, risking pain and embarrassment).  The doctor left specific instructions with the Genesis Security guards, ordering them to keep me under careful 24-hour medical observation due to a potentially serious head injury that could result in my death.  They also needed to regularly change my wound dressings and consider my special all-natural cancer diet.

On August 2nd of 2011 (early morning):

The security company (Genesis Security) did not have any medical staff, so their HQ's informed the driver/guard (Mr. Herr) to transport me to Vancouver Jail, where I could be medically monitored according to doctors orders till morning, when Genesis would pick me up to transport me to their facilities for my hearing.  Instead, I was brutally and unlawfully "processed" into Vancouver Jail; first put in a tiny 5'x5' cold concrete room with 2-3 serious drug users and urine on the floor, unlawfully strip-searched and mocked by deviant and sadistic Vancouver PD personnel (Brennan Lowrie and David Stewart), put in a general holding cell with serious drug users/dealers and home burglars until I heard a female clerk inquire as to where I was.
She told the guards I was supposed to be "separated", at which point I was placed inside of a private concrete cell, with a thin pad to lay on - no blanket, no pillow, no medical attention, extremely bright lights shining all night, and a very noisy A/C vent blowing brutally cold air on me.  All night, I heard loud banging steel doors, rapping on walls, and loud conversations.  Some would call this torture, especially considering my condition and previous treatment.  Sometime very early in the morning, a guard threw a brown paper bag of "food" into my cell after I declined his offer for a meal.  I had no appetite, especially "prison food".  I have been on a strict all-natural/organic diet for several years to holistically heal myself of cancer** and to maintain good health.  Shortly after the "food" arrived, the Jail "doctor" came by and asked if I wanted any Tylenol or Aspirin (I could hear him offer the same to all others in the adjacent cells).  I declined his so-called "services". A female assistant tried very hard to get me to accept some juice and looked at the doctor with a "oh crap, now what" kind of confused look.

Needless to say, I did not sleep that night (nor for 7 full days/nights afterwards, literally, due to head trauma and stress).  Soon after the "doctor" left, another Genesis Security driver/guard showed up (Arthur CHIANG).  Once again, I was cuffed, shackled, and placed in a metal cage in the back of another unmarked van; again, without any seat-belt or type of restraint to prevent injury.  Once again, the driver/guard drove recklessly, meandering through downtown Vancouver on the way to Genesis Security's facilities for my hearing.  Again, the driver slammed on the van brakes, sending me airborne.  This time, I was not dizzy and managed to throw my knees up to absorb the impact.  My knees and legs were cut and bruised and I fell onto the edge of the steel bench, hurting my ribcage and back again.  I screamed in pain and yelled some obscenities at the driver, stating this was the SECOND time they did this to me!  I was furious and in horrible pain.  The guard (Arthur CHIANG) jokingly said something like "My  bad, dude, it was a yellow light."  He then made a call to his HQ and sarcastically told them I was injured again, but failed to get me medical attention.  No incident or police report was made as far as I could tell, in spite of my being injured TWICE by the same company while traveling in their vehicles without a seat-belt or other safety straps to secure me in place.  Immediately, I suspected it was a bit too coincidental to have been another "accident".
I have since learned that some "LEO's" (Law-Enforcement Officers) jokingly refer to this maneuver as "screen-testing" (also known as... A rough ride, Bringing them up front, A screen test, A cowboy ride, A nickel ride) a prisoner; as a means of vindictive punishment (a clear case of violent, criminal cop mentality).  They often joke and claim that a stray dog ran in front of their car, the light suddenly changed, etc.; forcing them to stop suddenly and causing the passenger to hit the security "screen" between the front and rear seats.  Since it happened twice by the same security company, and considering all else that has happened to me recently, this is no big surprise. See here, here, & here for additional references. The real IRONY is the fact that this is a COMMON tactic used by police around the world and they always "blame the victim" just like they did me. These jackasses claimed that I threw myself into the steel wall... TWICE (roughly 12-14 hours apart). The recent "Baltimore Riots", hyped daily by the mainstream media, appear to show that this "tactic" is still often used and can indeed be DEADLY, as in Freddie Gray's death. Like in my case, the media is also trying to blame Freddie Gray, the victim (his criminal history is irrelevant in this case).

Left Leg and Swollen Knee Injury - 2nd Van driven by Arthur CHIANG

These "accident" photos were taken exactly one week after the injuries occurred.  I was literally in a state of shock and 100% sleepless for 7 nights as a result of stress & trauma to the brain from my head injury.  Further trauma resulted from the events that immediately followed and continue to this day.  The pictures only tell a tiny part of the story.  They do not reveal the internal damage to my ribcage, lower spine, neck, internal organs, brain swelling, nor the surreal horror of not sleeping for an entire week.  Nor do they show the effect this has had on my cancer and diabetes, which I had under complete control (holistically) before I was terrorized by psychopaths.  Over 4-1/2 years later, I am still in constant pain, day and night.  Occasionally, I get temporary pain relief and sleep well from natural herbal medicine, but that is rare (either donated or purchased with the few dollars I earn when I get odd jobs).

Right Leg and Knee Injury - 2nd Van driven by Arthur CHIANG

Once at CBSA/Genesis Security's prisoner facilities (700 - 300 West Georgia, Vancouver, BC.), I was placed in a wheel chair, taken inside, searched again, photographed and fingerprinted twice (by a private security corporation).  I was placed inside of a small holding cell with 4-5 other detainees (all Hispanic, nice guys).  I was denied access to the U.S. Consulate General, after 3 requests.  I was light-headed, nearly unconscious, in horrible pain, and curled up in a corner on the concrete floor like a battered dog.  A female guard repeatedly demanded that I eat a McDonald's meal, but I refused.  Hours later, I was placed in a guarded "interrogation" room where I met with an aggressive and stern-looking female "Minister's Agent" (Jolene Grant) and an unknown bald white male with a goatee who did not speak.  After being grilled, denied access to the U.S. Consulate, denied medical attention, and denied access to legal counsel (Jolene claimed counsel were "too busy" and I would have to stay in custody, which might "take days" or ???).  I agreed, while barely conscious and in brutal pain (under duress), to sign an "conditions" agreement with CBSA to call in twice weekly.  I was released onto the infamous Hastings Street in downtown Vancouver, on a hot summer day, in my current state of horrible pain, sleeplessness, hunger, and the stench of urine from the Vancouver Jail on my clothes.  I had to make my own way back home (3+ hour bus ride) at my own expense, after waiting till around 7pm for the next Greyhound bus to Pemberton.

Detention Photo AFTER August 1st, 2011

I had just been hospitalized, molested, 'processed' into jail, fingerprinted, tortured, re-injured, denied counsel, denied access to the Consulate General, intimidated, coerced, interrogated, had no sleep or food or water or medication in 2 days, before finally being released onto the sleazy Vancouver streets on a very hot summer day... hours from home.

On August 2nd of 2011 (late evening):

Things got much worse once I arrived home in Pemberton, but that portion of my story is too long and complicated.  To generalize it and get to the final part of my story, my landlord/ex-employer/ex-friend assumed I was being deported, and took the liberty of literally RANSACKING & ROBBING my monthly rented hotel suite.  The local RCMP and Pemberton Village Council had tired of my complaints of their on-going corruption.  Additionally, my landlord (Norm Little) and his manager (Myson Effa) had just stuffed my Ford Explorer with most of my personal belongings from my private suite and locked storage and had it impounded, as well as evicted me that night (without due process).  I was robbed, left homeless, and in brutal pain.  An acquaintance let me stay at his home until I found a suite/cabin to rent (barter for farm labor).  The Pemberton RCMP not only refused to do anything about the theft of my property or my unlawfully impounded truck, they actually assisted the hotel staff in stealing from me (more to this story).

On October 26th of 2011:

I wrote the Pemberton Mayor, Council, and RCMP to inform them of my pending legal action against them for their cruel and inhumane treatment of me and for violating my rights.  The very next day, October 27th of 2011, around high noon, at least six RCMP officers and two CBSA "agents", all armed, surrounded my cabin, pounded on my door, walls, and windows; yelling and demanding I come out or "things could get real messy."  In fear of my life, I came out, was cuffed, shackled, and taken to the Pemberton jail where I was questioned by CBSA agents.  A CBSA agent then placed me in two heavy cloth restraining devices (think Hannibal Lector).  My lower legs were literally zipped together, a very large strap/belt was placed around my waist, my wrists were strapped and pinned to my hips by the waistband, and I was place in the back of an unmarked government sedan, with a high-security glass barrier between the front and back seats (like cop cars).

The CBSA agent, a short chubby Asian male (Colby Brose or Gary Fei ??), and the taller chubby Caucasian male RCMP officer with a goatee (last name Papp), told me they were taking me to their facilities at the Vancouver Airport, to "work things out" and resolve any issues.  I still wonder whether or not CBSA received collaboration from the RCMP and the Vancouver Police as part of an INSET Team???  I was definitely being tracked while in Canada by both Canadian and U.S. "authorities" for whatever convoluted reason they imagined or hoped to fabricate.  They were not the brightest or best trackers unless they wanted me to know I was being tracked.  I often toyed with them, taking pleasure in annoying them for their despicable violation of my rights.

On October 27th of 2011:

On The Road Again...:

So, instead of driving me to their Airport facilities, after sadistically binding me like a crazed "terrorist", my kidnappers drove me across the Canadian/U.S. border, telling U.S. border agents they were "repatriating" me (without due process).  The U.S. border guards said they had never seen that happen before.  They said Genesis Security usually brings people across, not CBSA.  I was left homeless on the streets of Blaine, Washington with no coat, no I.D., none of my cancer medicine/supplements, and only $100 to my name.  I spent two nights in a motel with no food before finding my way to a homeless shelter in another city.  Three days after being left to die on the streets by Canadian "officials", I nearly did just that... After checking into a temporary homeless shelter (30 days max.), the next morning I passed out in the street and had someone call an ambulance to examine me (shock/trauma, exhaustion, hunger, dehydration, cold-sweat, heart palpitations, etc.).  They urgently wanted to admit me to the hospital and warned me that based on my vitals, I might die (in writing).  I assumed they were exaggerating a little and, without health insurance, I could not risk the huge bills that would surely follow.  Once I regained my composure, I refused hospitalization and signed a release waiver, received a copy, and went back to the shelter.  I am now living on the streets with re-metastasizing cancer, without proper food or medicine, without my truck, without all of my worldly possessions (which were "disposed of", along with my unlawfully impounded truck and private storage in Pemberton), and I have no financial means or "authorization" to return to Canada to retrieve what is rightfully mine.***

STUFFED FULL OF MY POSSESSIONS, UNLAWFULLY IMPOUNDED, THEN STOLEN BY CANADA'S MINISTRY OF TRANSPORTATION, AIDED BY RCMP

I  still need to retrieve my hospital records and get the Vancouver Police and RCMP (Squamish and Pemberton) to release my files (Access to Information Act).  I filled out a release request form for SGH in-person and after-hours on August 8th of 2011, but since I was cruelly deported, I've been unable to retrieve them.  Being homeless and penniless, it is nearly impossible for me to accomplish anything due to bureaucracy and costs (to exercise my "rights").***  Also, I am not allowed back in Canada to file any lawsuits or seek justice and therefore I can not retrieve any of my personal property (my truck, very expensive tools, clothes, birth certificate and other important papers, computers, artwork, expensive sports equipment, etc. - tens of thousands of dollars worth).  Soon, all of my property will be auctioned for failure to pay fees).  I did manage to get the Office of the Police Complaint Commissioner (OPCC) to start an investigation into VPD (pointless?).  They are through the second phase and have retrieved video and interviewed witnesses, VPD personnel, Genesis Security, etc.  They have acknowledged that the VPD had no right to strip-search me (Police Act guidelines).  I am awaiting further investigation and the Final Investigative Report.

UPDATE: The Final Investigative Report was eventually released to me in June of 2012 and I red-lined it with my own commentary when I had time, between trying to survive and find new work.  It is now available here: (See EVIDENCE files - many 'friends' already have copies).  I have personally acquired names, identification numbers, and much more relevant information to Genesis/CBSA since the "accidents".  I also have numerous photos and relative documents (my investigative journalism and research skills helped).  More importantly, I now have this "blog" and am carefully documenting every minute aspect of this sick and bizarre story (with substantial and relative evidentiary documentation).  Please help me to seek justice by helping me expose my complex personal injury claims and other fundamental human rights violations.

Thank you for your time and patience in reading this long story and thank you for your anticipated investigation and response. Referrals would be appreciated, if you decline to assist me (absolutely no public assistance/welfare/benefit referrals please).

Kindest regards,

Kevin Patrick Wright, Sui juris
-Pro Se/Per Litigant
-Of sound mind and body
-A sovereign under Natural Law jurisdiction.  A free-thinking, living and breathing human being; A man, not a CORPORATE citizen or subject of the "Queen."

Footnotes:

*I have made a lot of enemies with my research and "controversial" opinions.  Many of my former so-called friends and family want nothing to do with me (likewise) and have been convinced that I have officially "lost it" or reminded that, as a child, I had a very "active imagination". ;-)  Funny how this happens to so many people who expose corruption and are awakened to the presence of true evil in the world, isn't it?  Slander their name, spread rumors about them, isolate them, and eventually destroy their lives if they don't give up their fight.*

**In late December of 2003, I convinced my employer to let me take a much needed vacation, so I flew to Costa Rica with a co-worker. Once there, I very secretively arranged for a visit to a doctor for some needed tests, my REAL reason for the trip (for privacy and costs, compared to US). I was tested & later diagnosed with prostate cancer. The doctor gave me a speech on how serious this was for someone my age and that it needed treatment ASAP. I guess I felt invincible, so I ignored it for nearly 4 years until it metastasized elsewhere, finally scaring me enough to aggressively change my diet and lifestyle, as well as reducing my stress level.**

***Because of my higher education, age, lack of I.D. or address, "strange" stories, etc... I can't even get a job at a copy center.  I've been surviving off of basic food-bank/shelter food, free community meals, and by carrying a laptop shoulder bag, a sleeping bag, and a large heavy backpack full of my current possessions (some clothes and many other personal items my last landlord sent me - 120 pounds in total, carried everywhere I go).***

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WHAT ABOUT THE PREVIOUS THREATS TO MY LIFE WHILE IN FLORIDA???

It should be noted, in case you may be wondering;  Since my deportation, what has happened to my original concerns and reasons for fleeing the United States - the threats, attempts on my life, etc.?  To be honest, I was completely and utterly shocked when I was allowed to walk out of the U.S. Border Patrol building.  I was also completely shocked by how well I was treated by the American border agents.  It was very confusing at first.  I expected and was prepared for the worst.  How was it that I was treated better on the U.S. side?  After all of the years of seeing the U.S. slip into a bigger and bigger Police State, I had prepared myself to be poorly treated and possibly detained by federal 'authorities' or immediately shipped down to Florida to face serious jail time for my outstanding (and bogus) warrant charges.  I could probably write a separate book speculating on that subject, but my best guess would be the following reasons:

1. After the events on August 1st of 2011, I created this blog and tried to get as much of my story out to the public as quick as possible.  If indeed, someone was seriously pursuing me to finish me off, I knew I was better off getting this information out there.  I didn't want to be set up for some fake "suicide" story or shot while "resisting arrest".  I had been set up numerous times before by Police, and I was on high alert (some call it paranoid, but I call it prepared).  Florida Law Enforcement officials, judges, lawyers, and others had a common theme whenever they talked to me.  They were always trying to get me to say I was "depressed", which was laughable (ironically).  I was, after all, one of those "radicals" who believed in the Constitution and owned numerous weapons (all lawfully and legally).  I told several of them that the only depressing thing in my life was being falsely accused and incarcerated for bogus DUI's after being drugged in bars and restaurants - 3 times in 6 months - never before in my life.  They were always angry/disappointed when I said that, as if they wanted me to be depressed.  My first DUI was the very night I moved into a 5th floor oceanfront condo in Lighthouse Point, Florida in 2005 - I paid 6 months rent upfront and in cash, after selling my first rental property.  I had roughly $5,000 cash in my leather jacket from one of the first sale checks and was driving an older model Jaguar Vanden Plas that I was restoring.  I was happy and my life was really looking up.
2. One of my two outstanding warrants was mysteriously erased from my records sometime recently - statute of limitation... possibly?.  The other one is for the State of Florida only and is not extraditable, so I definitely won't be going back to Florida until that is resolved.  The corrupt Broward County ex-Sheriff, Ken Jenne, spent a little time in federal prison since I fled to Canada.  It's interesting that I was investigating a lot of dirty cops and corruption in Broward and Palm Beach counties.  I spent 60 days in their custody, mostly working in one of Ken Jenne's jailhouse sweatshops (jailhouse Laundry).  I was told that Ken Jenne had arranged for all of the other county jails to send their laundry to a private laundry service, who then sent it to one Broward County jail to have inmates do the laundry for free.  The Sheriffs office then pocketed the huge laundry service fees paid by local and state budgets.  This is just what I was told from people inside the jail, but it is interesting to note; there were three shifts of laundry each day, all done by jail inmates.  That's a lot of laundry and free labor, especially if you are getting kickbacks from it.  Also, all of the very large laundry bins had a private corporate security name on them - CCA (Corrections Corporation of America) - hmmmmm?
3. A lot of things have changed since I fled the U.S. back in mid-2006.  A lot more wars, a lot more loss of personal freedom and other unconstitutional acts of government, a lot more theft of the peoples money causing massive job losses, foreclosures, etc., etc.  With cops constantly busy looking for a non-existent bogeyman around every corner and in every shoe or pair of underwear, it's hard to believe they would have time to pursue me anymore.  After all, as I've had several cops tell me recently, we "have bigger fish to fry."  That's not necessarily comforting, considering how ALL citizens are looked at suspiciously now by the storm-troopers now patrolling our neighborhoods.  The scary thing is, the brilliant politicians in government are putting more and more ex-soldiers into cop uniforms and touting this as a patriotic thing to do.  Our soldiers are being used as pawns in a sick and twisted game.  They send them off to fight bogus wars after brainwashing them into thinking they are protecting American's freedoms by invading a sovereign foreign nation and slaughtering millions of their men, women, and children (and occasionally some poor puppy or a flock of sheep for sport).  These soldiers are scarred and suffering from the atrocities they were exposed to.  Many of them saw their best friends explode in front of them.  Many of them lost body parts themselves or had serious shrapnel injuries.  Others have serious psychological issues and others simply struggle with their own conscience.  These men and women were lied to and used by war profiteers.  Many refuse to believe their own government could be so evil and so they remain "patriotic" to the end.  These people need to heal, not be put in another uniform and told they are once again at WAR, only this time it's with their fellow citizens; "domestic terrorists."  They need our help to educate them and save them so they can try and live a normal and healthy life and enjoy the love of their fellow citizens, friends and family - where their true loyalties should lie.  They need to uphold their oath to defend the constitution.
4. Worse-Case Scenario... "they" are just waiting to see if I keep doing what I always do - tell the truth and seek the truth.  Anyone can be reached at any time, including those in "top-secret" locations, so I no longer bother with the concept of FEAR.  It's useless to be afraid of anything because that only empowers your enemies.  I live day to day, planning for my future and trying to do what is best for myself and for my fellow human beings.

PEACE

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First they ignore you.
Then they laugh at you.
Then they fight you.
And then you win.

-- unsourced and attributed to Gandhi

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