Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The Wright Odyssey – Pre-Flight to Crash Landing (an American refugee in Canada) - Part 2


Pemberton Gateway Village Suites - Haunted Hotel ;-)
Photo Credit: Myson Effa @ pembertongatewayvillagesuites.com 
 
January 21, 2013:  Myson Effa, the "hotel" manager/thief, and possibly the "hotel" bankruptcy receivers (G-Force Group), have filed complaints to get two photos removed from this blog, a similar photo to the one above, as well as a photo of Myson Effa and his partner in crime, Manuela Gumayat del Castillo.  These photos, and any other photos, links, etc. are part of an ongoing criminal investigation and, as such, are necessary to use as evidence.  Norm Little (bankruptee), may or may not still be "employed" by the "hotel."  It is now being sold as "distressed" property for $7.5 million, see here.
 

THE FOLLOWING EVENTS LEAD UP TO THE AUGUST 1st, 2011 "INCIDENT":

UPDATE (1):  For proof of my claims, see my evidentiary documents now located here.  It's best to read this post first for clarity.

Until I can find the time and money to fully pursue this "incident" in a court of law, I will have to address it in the court of public opinion.  Many people are understandably having trouble believing all of my story due to its bizarre circumstances; and the next section is much worse.  Here's the rest of my "crazy" ever-expanding story, truly stranger than fiction (based on emails I have sent out to the media, lawyers, public officials, and others):
This saga chronologically documents a recent and deplorable series of events concerning Citizenship and Immigration Canada, Canada Border Services Agency (and their hired thugs), the Village of Pemberton (including its mayor, council, building department, and RCMP) as well as real estate developer Norman Little and his Pemberton Gateway Village Suites hotel.  Sorry for the very long story, but it puts everything into context.  Believe me, some of this will be hard to swallow, but I have it all documented.  It will hopefully become very clear near the end how this all ties together, so please be patient and read it all.

I first met Norm Little in July of 2008 after he posted an ad on Craigslist.org for a local Pemberton architect/technician.  I met him for lunch and we agreed to work together to complete the final Occupancy Permit drawings as well as do some modifications and lots of proposals for suite layouts, work-live studios, exterior elevation changes, etc.  He also hired me as a contractor to do supervision and labor, as I was really hurting for cash, and at the time was "undocumented" (have since filed for refugee status).  He wrote me a check for $1,000 and I was convinced that he was a great, compassionate guy.  Little did I not know.

Back in 2006, I fled the USA due to my political commentary, activism and dissent.  I am ex-military, very outspoken, very anti-corruption, and very anti-war.  This caused me a lot of problems and led to attempts on my life, thus my flight for freedom and amnesty.  While waiting for proper paperwork to go through (years), I was desperate and broke and needed to work to survive.  Norm and the Pemberton Gateway Village Suites were an important source of income for part of the 3 years since we met.  In retrospect, it should also be noted that Norm repeatedly told me "You have NO IDEA how much money you are saving me on Architectural Fess."  In mid-summer of 2009, after returning from 6 months in the Kootenay, BC area, I moved back to Pemberton and onto Norm's Poole Creek "ranch" (since foreclosed on).  I was his full time property caretaker and had a small cabin to myself.  Norm also told me on numerous occasions that "You have NO IDEA how grateful I am that you are here looking after my ranch."  Now, of course, I understand why;  I was protecting his property from all of his past employees and others whom he had ripped off over the years.  The property was fool of tools, building materials, etc. that Norm kept from former tenants and employers.  He worried about theft and vandalism, as he should have.  I'm now sorry I ever protected this vile man.

While living on the ranch (before and after as well), I had full access to Norm's computer, email, files, office documents, etc.  He regularly consulted with me on any and all matters.  I was often shocked at how open he was about his personal and business matters.  He shrugged it off and said he had nothing to hide and didn't care.  He acted invincible.  Shortly after moving onto the ranch, I started noticing that Norm was becoming more and more callous with people and he seemed under a lot more stress.  We had many dinners together whenever he showed up for the weekend, grilling steaks, drinking wine, and talking business.  He was keeping a lot of things from his wife, Dianne, and told me "What Diane doesn't know won't hurt her."  One night, after Norm was back in Vancouver, I was working away on his ranch laptop and I found a piece of paper.  It was a blank sheet with dozens of "practice" signatures (Diane Little's signature).  It appeared to me as if he was planning on forging her signature.  He later admitted to me that he used her properties as collateral on his new building (PGVS).  Seems obvious now, after all of her properties were foreclosed on (millions).

I felt really strange every time I saw her, especially after she asked me to design an addition to their ranch house that was to include a powerful windmill for off-grid power (which I highly recommended due to Pemberton's regular winds).  I wish I had said something at the time, and still can't believe she has stayed with him.  According to Norm, she threatened to leave him many times.  I heard one conversation they had over the phone and heard Norm counter with, "Diane, if you do, I ........"   I never made out the rest of the conversation because he walked outside with the cordless phone (at their ranch).  It was obvious Norm was having financial problems.  He was often late paying sub-contractors, his mortgage, etc.  He always blamed "the guys in Toronto" for holding him up.  I often recall the first time I met Diane, the day I went to Vancouver for my first Immigration Canada meeting.  After the meeting, Norm picked me up in downtown Vancouver and took me back to his house.  As soon as I entered the house I heard Diane reprimanding Norm over something.  She laid into him and, after she introduced herself to me, gave me some prophetic advice; she told me I should never believe a word Norm says and that he wasn't half as smart as he thinks he is.  She said he thinks she doesn't know what's going on, but he is an idiot (almost verbatim).  I thought she was a bit crazy but now I see how right she was.   I spent the night at their house and the next morning Diane made everyone breakfast.  Later that morning, I either took the bus or rode back to Pemberton with Norm.

It wasn't long before a friend of Norm's from Vancouver showed up and, to my surprise, brought 36 marijuana plants with him.  He had already staked out a "secret" location for them on the 5 acre ranch, where visiting family wouldn't wander.  Since I was the caretaker, I became concerned that I might take the fall if any nosy neighbors called the RCMP, so I took pictures and kept quiet.  Norm was VERY desperate for cash and hoped this would be "easy money."  However, we had an early frost, and all was lost - oops!  Tensions were rising and Norm was scrambling for cash, screwing over everyone, including me, and giving sob stories.  Everyone was to blame, except Norm.  Finally, sometime in March of 2010, Norm told me the property was gone to foreclosure.  He asked me to move into the PGVS so he could sell off my little cabin for cash (illegal).   It appeared to me that he wanted to trash the main ranch house as well.  I wanted nothing further to do with him and told him I was staying on to rent with the new owners, who asked me to stay (and protect their investment from Norm, which I did).  He was livid and vindictive.  As a friend of his was removing items from the property, I was taking digital photos for the new owners.  I was threatened that if I didn't stop I might be in trouble with some of his Hell's Angels buddies (witnessed by a new tenant couple on the property).  On the last day of April 2010, his final day, he demanded everything from inside my cabin, including the appliances.  I refused to let him in without a 24 hour notice.  He called the RCMP and I had to watch as he carted off some of my personal belonging (items given to me by Norm and Diane).  The new owners (Rick and Nancy) and I got along great while I was living there.  We all felt a little sorry for Norm and Dianne even though this was preventable.

Meanwhile, back off  the ranch, another exciting time in my life was starting to brew.  Later in November of 2010, I received an email response regarding my on-line ad (looking to rent  or  barter for design/construction services in exchange for rent).  Here is the text from that email:
HI, I have a place that might be of interest to you. It is near Pemberton BC, on 5 acre lot, new 650Sq Ft cabin including loft. Needs some work on it to finish interior. Please let me know if you are interested. The URL below you can paste to see about where it is, about 10 minutes outside of Pemberton. Our place is higher up and nearer to the lakes. Please call Jeremy 604 813-4063 if you are interested.
I contacted the absentee landlord, who is a Vancouver lawyer (Jeremy Guild).  We agreed to barter for partial rent for his vacant house on 5 acres, in exchange for me doing extensive finish carpentry, painting, etc.  We signed a lease with an addendum, spelling out the work to be completed and other terms.  I gave Jeremy a partial payment because the place wasn't ready for me to move in (floors unfinished, etc.).  This cost me a weeks extra rent at my previous cabin.  After the first week of December of 2010, I moved into a new place at the top of Reid Road in Pemberton (1718 Reid Road, postal code V0N 1L0).  Shortly after, we met again and I paid Jeremy the security deposit.  He was happy and so was I.  Within days, I started to realize that the cellphone reception was horrible and eventually had to resort to "texting" to communicate with the outside world.  This was really hurting my business and I was told by Jeremy that cellphone service was fine.  About a week later, in mid-December, I awoke around 5am in the morning, coughing and choking on smoke.  The entire house was full of thick smoke, yet no smoke alarm went off.  I quickly fumbled my way into the kitchen and opened the exterior door, then I proceeded to open all of the operable windows, skylights and the sliding glass patio door.  I then turned on the bathroom exhaust fan and went outside to breath fresh air.  It was very cold outside and I was in sweat-pants and a t-shirt.  Upon re-entering the house/cabin, I examined the wood stove and immediately noticed a thick, pure glossy black, now hardened liquid had been dripping down from the top of the flue, where it met the ceiling above (loft floor = flat 2x10's T&G).  Turns out that the flue cap was "completely" clogged with creosote (a toxic and extremely flammable/explosive substance).  I called Jeremy later and he seemed casual about the whole ordeal.  He instructed me to call a chimney sweep and he would pay the bill, which I did.   Luckily, the chimney sweep had a big 4-wheel drive vehicle as my driveway was buried in 2+ feet of snow.

Days after the wood stove incident, when I had a nice fire going in the now clean wood stove, I felt the entire house violently shake after a loud cracking noise.  I thought it was an earthquake.  I looked outside and didn't see any tree movement, so I went outside to investigate.  I could barely open the front door because tons of snow that had accumulated on the upper roof slid down burying the front walkway and entry in about 3-4 feet of snow and ice.  While standing in snow on the entry walkway at the edge of the roof, a small chunk of ice and snow slid off the roof and hit me in the back of my neck.  Fortunately, it didn't knock me out or kill me.  I contacted Jeremy and again he seemed unconcerned.  He stated that the house was at a higher altitude and to expect big snow storms, but not to worry as it was normal.  He tried to reassure me that this meant the house was stable.  At this point, I was starting to get very concerned for my safety while living there.  As an Architect (no affiliations) with many years experience in structural design and construction, I started looking at the house/cabin a lot more carefully.  I photographed and measured every room, wall locations/heights, beam sizes/condition, etc. and drew up detailed plans in my CAD software.  Upon reviewing these photos and drawings, I noticed some major problems with the structural integrity and code-compliance of the building.  I immediately knew there was NO WAY that building structure met code requirements.  While in Pemberton getting groceries, I ran into a former Village of Pemberton building inspector (John Hidi).  He was also a previous landlord and we worked on several projects together.  He offered me a ride home since it was winter and I was currently without transportation.  When we arrived at my place on Reid Road, John had a confused or concerned look on his face.  I invited him inside to take a look at the place and hoping he could give me some answers.  He reluctantly agreed.  Once inside, John really looked uncomfortable and concerned.  He looked up and all around the place as if he was familiar with the house, but something was very different.  I kept watching his face grow more concerned.  I then diverted his focus to the fireplace.  He commented on how luxurious the kitchen cabinets, appliances, etc. were.  He also said something like "Well, it is obvious this guy has money."  He looked at the wood stove and immediately stated that it was obviously not certified or to code.  He said there wasn't the required one-inch airspace between the back wall surface and the combustible wall materials.  He stated that he was able to correct and certify this wood stove for a fee, if the owner contacts him.  He couldn't leave fast enough.

I contacted the current building inspector for the area (Caroline, I believe?) by phone (dropped several calls, even outside) and asked her to investigate Jeremy Guild's 1718 Reid Road property to see if he had taken out permits for it.  I explained to her the previous incidents and said I almost died twice and that I was concerned about the safety of the property.  She acted as if I was being overly concerned.  I told her that I wanted an inspection of the property due to the obvious code violations and out of concern for my safety.  She told me that this process could take months, with all of the paperwork, you know.  She claimed she would have to send off a report to someone, etc., etc.  She then stated that if she did come out to inspect the property and found violations, she would have to slap a "No Occupancy" sticker on the door and I would be out on the streets.  To me, this sounded like a threat, or a strong suggestion to not pursue the matter further.  I told her it sounded like a bunch of bureaucracy and hung up on her.  Later that day, she phoned me and had more information for me.  According to her, sometime during 2004, Jeremy received a permit for an "A-Frame" cabin to be relocated onto a new foundation.  This meant that it's structural design would be "grandfathered" under the original engineers seal.  Unless, of course, changes were made to the structure, which would require a new engineer to sign off on it and would require further permits and inspections.  I explained that a large portion of the loft floor (main cross bracing for the "A" frame) had been removed to make a high vaulted ceiling over the living room.  Another exterior end-wall that braced the entire structure had also been removed to add a new dining room.  Other changes as well.  I reprimanded her by telling her that she should be more concerned for safety of the public.  I don't recall at this moment how that conversation ended.

Jeremy had previously told me  that he had purchased an old "A-Frame" cabin and had it shipped up to Pemberton, where it was erected on his Reid Road Property.  He told me that a neighbor with a "Bobcat" had knocked into the house during construction, causing interior walls to be out of plumb (askew).  He also mentioned another building inspectors name, not John Hidi, but one of his trainees (according to John, who seemed relieved to hear that).  Anyway, I tried to work things out with Jeremy but he kept making up excuses as to why he hadn't installed a gas hood vent over the gas stove or all of the live wires hanging out of the walls, etc.  He blamed me, even though I have an email from the electrician apologizing for the delay.   Jeremy said not to worry about the gas leaking into the cabin, it has "been that way for years."  I couldn't help but remind him of the faulty wood stove, the non-functional smoke detector, live wires, paint/varnish fumes, etc. not mixing well with propane gas fumes/flames from my nightly cooking.  Apparently, I worry too much.  Then, after having signed an agreement for me to do the finish carpentry and other work, Jeremy tells me that he has changed his mind and wants to have the previous finish carpenter do all of the carpentry and just wants me to do painting and drywall.  I refused to let the carpenter back into the house, letting him know that their was no posted building permit and that I was looking into a formal complaint.  Jeremy soon sent his friend Mike over, unannounced, to issue me a bogus 10-day eviction notice written in red ink.  I accepted the letter and told Mike I had no hard feelings toward him and that this issue was between Jeremy and myself.  I refused to vacate even after the 10 days passed.  On Jeremy's next visit (unannounced), he and his girlfriend or wife showed up and handed me an "Order" to vacate the premises and pay him approximately $1,500.  I told him I would look it over with someone I knew and get back to him.  He seemed puzzled and shocked that I wasn't trembling in fear.  I then closed the door.  As they were walking away, Jeremy yelled out "Thanks for living in my house for free, Kevin."  I smiled and proceeded to read the "Order."  It was not written or signed by a judge.  It appeared to be written by someone at a Tenancy branch in Kamloops (I will need to verify that once I find that document).  It definitely was not a court order signed by a judge.  About five minutes later, Jeremy came back and knocked on my door.  He wanted to talk this out.  I invited him in and we went on to argue back and forth for about 15-20 minutes or more.  Because I felt uncomfortable with his demeanor and bogus paperwork, I turned on my digital audio recorder before letting him inside.  He can be heard saying "good" when I told him I almost died twice in his rental property.  He can also be heard admitting that he didn't have permits for his major renovation or "beautification" project, as he liked to call it.  I continued living at Jeremy's place until the end of March, 2011.  Interesting note:  Jeremy Guild has previously acted as a consultant for the Village of Pemberton and for The Mount Currie Aboriginal Band.

Norm Little and I didn't talk for several months.  He finally sent me an email asking me if I was interested in a couple of projects.  I was still hungry for work and thought I would forgive and forget (in spite of him never apologizing which I chalked up to pride).  Besides, I needed a new place to live.  On April 1st of 2011, I moved into PGVS #311 after Norm and I agreed to barter for rent and some pocket cash for my basic needs.  I continued doing design and drafting for building modifications and permit plans.  I quickly realized how Norm was getting his modification permits so easily passed, considering some things were not up to code;  the Pemberton Chief Building Inspector (Richard Nicholas, part-time consultant) was getting free and/or discounted PGVS rooms whenever he was in town.  Richard even managed the hotel for a while, and living there for free.  Richard was also handing Norm little construction projects for the Village of Pemberton.  Nice deal, huh!?  Yes, I have proof, even though Norm openly admitted this to me and chuckled, saying "it pays to have the building inspector in your back pocket."  Coincidentally??........ Norm managed to get his final "Occupancy Permit" for his PGVS hotel from the Village of Pemberton, all signed off on by Richard Nicholas, and approved by Daniel Sailland (Chief Administrative Officer) and Caroline Lamont (Manager of Development Services).  I often laugh at this irony because Norm loves to tell people how dirty and corrupt the Mayor of Pemberton is.  Norm even confessed to me that he was upset about not getting the contract for the newly installed Village of Pemberton bus terminals (Which went to a friend of the Mayor, based on a conversation I overheard).

Over the next few months, I took on additional drawing projects for Norm, including a major reno (extreme design makeover) to his daughter and son-in-law's newly purchased Vancouver Craftsman-style home.  Right away, Norm started "nickel and diming" me over my fees, telling me the same crap about a "tight budget."  He did this to me before, lowering my fee to $25/hr only to discover later that he billed the client $75/hr for my fees.  What a guy!  Tensions rose again and I walked on that project.  My work and hours for him starting getting more and more demeaning and eventually he seemed to take pride in utterly humiliating me.  Beside the occasional minor drafting,  other jobs I held for Norm include the following:

Graphics/3D Computer Models
Advertising
Construction Supervision & Labor
Landscaping/Maintenance
Hotel Management
Guest Relations/Cash Receipts/Bookings
Professional Room Cleaning
Computer Technician/Repair/Troubleshooting
Email Set Up/Recovery
Computer Files Management
Software Installer
Security Guard
and probably more.........mostly for $15/hour.

When he realized that I was "moving on" again, he started giving me janitorial jobs and I got very sick after cleaning a moldy toilet and bathroom at his old Alpine property (bought by his son-in-law, now managed by Norm).  Just for clarity, I have prostate cancer and have been very successful in treating myself holistically with a very special diet and ~30 vitamin and herbal supplements per day.  Norm knew my immune system was sensitive.  While scrubbing floors at Alpine, Norm walked by me and passed gas in my face, then laughed about it being from a good lunch.

Norm started asking me to vacate my suite during full-house bookings (weddings) and put me up in his filthy office, kindly leaving me with a freshly filled toilet and urine all over the seat and floor.  I refused to vacate my suite the next time he asked and he went ballistic because he was now overbooked for a wedding!!!  At this point, I agreed to try and be out by August 1st, but ended up asking for an extension on July 31st because I couldn't move into my new place till mid-August.  Around 11am on August 1st, Myson Effa (hotel manager) knocked on my door and told me to leave.  I refused saying I told Norm I couldn't move yet.  The RCMP showed up shortly after, forced their way through my door, pinned me up against my refrigerator, stomped on my left foot, and cuffed me.  This is where the story gets really crazy.  I put together the following outline for legal purposes.  I sent it to lawyers, media, government officials, friends, etc. in the hopes that someone would offer me advice or assistance.  It was also a matter of record in case something happened to me:

THE FOLLOWING EVENTS HAVE HAPPENED SINCE AUGUST 1st, 2011:

This is not a joke or a silly conspiracy story.  I am in a very dangerous situation and have exhausted all avenues.  My health and my safety are in serious jeopardy.  I am not a conspiracy "theorist", nor am I mentally unstable or overly paranoid, as some would like to believe.  I am, however, very outspoken of, cautious and skeptical of "authority" due to recent government tyranny.  I feel like I need to get my story out for my own health and safety.  The following information is a detailed, but brief, synopsis of recent events in my life.  I apologize for the length, but I needed to put it into context to allow for a clearer overall picture.
I am an architect (no affiliations) and former building contractor originally from the U.S.A.  Since I was a small child, I was fascinated with mysteries, detective stories, puzzles, etc.  I loved reading the Hardy Boys mysteries and other great stories that challenged the mind.  I always cheered for the underdog.  After graduating from university in architecture, I went through a divorce and struggled to recover.  I joined the military reserves to pay off student loans, learn to operate and repair heavy construction equipment, and to "serve my country".  Over the following years, I began to see a rapid decline in the moral compass of my country's government and police forces.  I started getting involved in politics, writing letters, calling radio talk shows, demonstrating, and doing in-depth research into government/police/military corruption.  I eventually ended up in and around Boca Raton, Florida where I lived for 10 years.  This portion of my story is far too complicated to go into too much detail here, but to be short, this is where I started being followed by police and unmarked cars, several of my apartments and two different homes were broken into, death threats made, multiple attempts on my life, false arrest and imprisonment, etc.  I became deeply concerned for my life, especially after discovering one of my arresting officers was a part-time sniper in the Iraq "War on Terror." (I have a more detailed chronological timeline of these pre-immigration events available).

Due to numerous threats and attempts on my life by USA police officers and ex-military personnel, as well as for my anti-war & political activism, I fled to Canada from the United States over 5 years ago (summer of 2006).  Out of fear for my own safety, I hid out in small remote towns for 2-1/2 years.  In January of 2009, I was eventually caught because I was accidentally speeding while lost in an area of BC that was new to me (southern Kootenay Lake area).  I was arrested, taken to Trail, BC jail, and told a plane would be flying in to deport me.  Luckily, the plane was delayed due to a snow storm, buying me time to contact the U.S. Consulate, a lawyer, and others.  I decided to file for political refugee status and was told I qualified for a review.

I was quite forward in letting Immigration know that I didn’t come to Canada to "milk the system" or to receive any “benefits.”  I refused any welfare and medical options.  All I wanted to do was work to support myself and be free, without benefits.  If that wasn't available to me, all I asked was to be given safe passage to another country (not the USA).  I spent the next month writing out a brief synopsis of my story (except for my personal medical issues - pre-diabetic and with cancer), in chronological order, for the immigration review board.  I was asked to jump through a crazy amount of hoops for the next two years in order to get a work permit, drivers license, etc.  I had to check-in by phone with Canadian Border Services once a month.  I was told I could not work, or drive a vehicle, or receive any other “benefits” until I completed so much paperwork and other bureaucratic nonsense that would have consumed all of my time and would require me to travel hours by bus to/from Vancouver .  I was nearly broke and would have starved first (I gave up trying to receive these “benefits” due to frustration).

I spent the next several years holistically healing myself of pre-diabetes, prostate cancer, and minor related issues.  With lots of spare time on my hands, I began researching cellular and molecular biology, alternative cancer cures, and methods of making my own home-made herbal remedies/tinctures, household and personal cleaning products, etc.  I eliminated all man-made chemicals from my diet and learned to cook, using only fresh organic fruits, vegetables, and meats direct from the farmers.  After two years, I was in extreme peak physical condition with no signs of my baseball-sized tumor (the cancer had spread to my abdomen, discovered after major weight loss).  I eventually ended up in Pemberton BC, a quiet little farming village just North of Whistler.  Here, I was able to survive by bartering for rent, as well as some farm help for food.  I was now eating healthy, living peacefully, and starting to lose my fear/paranoia (a result of actions against me).

In April of this year, I made my usual call to Canada Border Services Agency (CBSA) stating my name, address, and phone number.  A female officer/agent with CBS informed me that I had missed a hearing in October of 2010.  She said she wasn't supposed to tell me, but that my case for refugee status had been abandoned.  I was shocked.  I asked her what to do.  She gave me a fax number and said to send a letter stating that I never received a notice of a hearing, which I hadn't.  I did this and also made several attempts to contact Immigration but always got a run-around or transferred to someone who didn't know anything or referred me to someone else.  After a month of trying to resolve the issue, I gave up.  I stopped calling in each month to Border Services, thinking it was to no avail.

Things went from bad to worse on August 01, 2011.  My landlord and I had been bartering services for over three years.  We had good times and really bad times working together, especially after he went bankrupt and lost millions of dollars of real estate.  Seems he may have forged his wife's signature and convinced several investors to loan him million$ for a new 22-unit condo building with a commercial first floor and underground parking (Pemberton Gateway Village Suites).  After being treated like a virtual slave for years, subjected to endless humiliation, and left begging for my hard-earned money, I had enough and was prepared to go live in the mountains or bush, if necessary.  We had an argument about how much money he owed me and how much rent I owed him.  I agreed to move out of the new building (PGVS), which had now been converted to a hotel after he lost his original investors and went into foreclosure.  I had been living there since April 1st of 2011.  On July 31st, I notified him that I need a little more time to get moved out.  He called the RCMP the next day when I refused to vacate my suite.  Interesting note:  About 30 minutes earlier, around 11:30am, I sent an email to the Mayor and Counsel of the Village of Pemberton, BC.  I notified them of Norm Little's "arrangement" and friendship with Pemberton's Chief Building Inspector (Richard Nicholas, consultant).  Mayor Jordan Sturdy emailed be back thanking me and saying he would look into the issue I raised.

Unbeknownst to me, a Canada-wide warrant had been issued for my arrest for failing to keep in touch with Border Services (I was told it was the conditions of agreement – a ‘contract’ I thought was now void).  When the RCMP showed up to my hotel suite (after Noon), Pemberton RCMP Cst. JOSOK forced his way in my door.  I was shoved against my refrigerator and had my left bare foot stepped on while being placed in cuffs.  I was taken to Pemberton jail and held until a private security company (Genesis) showed up to take me to their Vancouver facility, where I was told I would meet with Immigration.  A female in a military/police looking uniform cuffed my hands in front and shackled my ankles after doing a very thorough pat down, including hitting my testicles with the side of her hand.  I was without shoes, walked down stairs and into a garage, placed in the back of an unmarked dark navy-blue prisoner van (similar van specifications and photos).   The interior cage looked like a super reinforced military prisoner cell.  The space was roughly 2.5 feet wide and 5 feet long, including a tiny 12 inch deep bench.  The walls were very thick steel or aluminum plate, not mesh.  I was sitting sideways to the van, facing the wall directly in front of me.  The plated wall/ceiling sloped just behind my back, forcing my head to lean forward.  This resulted in my head snapping forward and back into the wall behind me during transport.

The female driver/guard was driving very fast, taking hard corners, stopping/starting rapidly at lights, etc. as if I was a terrorist or VIP being transported in a dangerous Combat Zone.  With every bump in the road, including railroad tracks, my head would slam into the metal wall.  I started getting very light-headed and swaying forward and sideways, digging in with my toes for balance.  Because of my past experience with a pre-diabetic condition, I thought my blood sugar must be getting low, causing me to be lightheaded.  Then  the driver stopped really fast at a light as I was swaying forward and to the right.  Due to my not being restrained by a seat-belt or harness (hands cuffed in front and ankles shackled), I went airborne and slammed my head into the steel plate wall toward the front of the van.  I was knocked unconscious.  The driver told me I was out for 1-2 minutes.  Blood was pouring down my right arm where the cuffs had dug into the flesh below my thumb (right hand, left hand).  I overheard the driver call her HQ’s and asked what to do, as I was regaining consciousness.  She then took me to the Squamish General Hospital emergency room.

I laid in a bed for several hours in chains, waiting for a doctor.  The driver was being extremely secretive and wouldn’t tell the medical staff too much, other than that I passed out.  I did tell her and the medical staff that I thought I was dizzy because of my blood sugar.  While laying in bed, the female guard and medical staff got to hear me describe a lot of my story and I saw/heard two of them wipe an eye and say they felt bad for me.  The female guard stopped being a "soldier" and started acting more like a human toward me.  Her male relief driver/guard was not so compassionate.  I did overhear the female guard mention that she worked for "Genesis Security."  An RCMP officer was called to the hospital to guard me while the female driver moved her van out of the emergency lane and awaited a relief driver.  She didn’t want to give the RCMP officer any company info or her name, saying it was supposed to be confidential or secret!!??  The RCMP told her she had no choice but to divulge her information for his report; she nervously complied.  I wondered to myself if that might have saved my life (After all, why was she so secretive and why an unmarked dark van?  And why was she driving so fast and reckless?).

The medical staff asked me a lot of questions, took basic tests like heart rate, blood pressure, etc.  They also took my blood sugar, which ended up being perfectly normal, in spite of not having eaten since 11am that morning (it was mid evening by now).  I was surprised, but happy, and realized that if my blood sugar was normal, then I didn't pass out from low blood sugar. It had to have been from my head hitting the metal wall/ceiling of the van.  I finally saw a female doctor.  She, like the other medical staff, were disgusted by my treatment and the she demanded my shackles be removed for tests.  The guards refused at first but eventually complied.  I was released to the second driver/guard at ~11 p.m. on Monday, August 1st.  Because of a potential serious head injury, the doctor gave specific instructions to the guards (now two because the first was on overtime), telling them that I had to be carefully monitored and my wound dressing needed regular changing.  She also asked that my special healthy diet be considered.

The guards called their supervisors and were told to take me to Vancouver Jail because the security company did not have a doctor on staff.  After arriving to Vancouver Jail (off Hastings Street) in the middle of the night, nauseous, dizzy, hungry, and in brutal pain, I was put in a morbidly filthy 5×5 square room with serious drug addicts and urine on the floor.  I was then led into the next room where I was told to completely strip, throw my clothes on the filthy floor, bend over, spread my butt cheeks, turn around, lift up my testicles, and get dressed again, all while two Caucasian male guards stood behind me smiling (one of them approx. 7 feet tall, the other one was average height with bleached blonde hair).  The rear doorway was open and female staff were heard walking by.  I felt raped.  I heard the tall male repeatedly yell out in a sadistic tone "Okay, send me another body."   He was really enjoying himself while humiliating his "prisoners."  From there, I was put in a larger holding cell with serious drug addicts and home burglars who all knew each other and the routine.

As I sat there for what seemed like and hour or more, keeping to myself, head down and eyes closed, I heard a female staff say something like "Hey, where's Wright?  Wasn't he supposed to be separated?"  Shortly thereafter I was taken to a private cell, a bitterly cold concrete room with no blanket or pillow, just a thin hard pad to lay on.  I was left there all night, no one ever checked on me.  I was curled in a ball, freezing, in pain and couldn’t sleep, my head throbbing.  At some point in the night or early morning, a guard opened my door and asked if I was hungry.  I mumbled something like "no thanks" and then he threw a paper bag of ‘food’ into the room and left.  Later that morning, I could hear a doctor with a cart coming down the hall.  He repeated the same line to each prisoner………”Are you okay, can I get you some Tylenol or some Aspirin?”  When he got to me, I just said “There is nothing you can do for me.”  With my strict, healthy, chemical-free diet, my holistic self-treatment, and my current condition, I was not about to consume anything while incarcerated in that Hell-Hole.

After what seemed like many hours later, the same private security company (Genesis) sent another driver/guard to take me to their facilities to be "processed" and to meet with an Immigration officer.  Once again, my legs were shackled and hands cuffed in front, placed in the back of a steel cage (this one was an open mesh cage) without a seat belt/restraint (just like the first time), and driven off through downtown Vancouver.  This driver was driving insanely fast and reckless and suddenly slammed on his brakes at a traffic light.  Once again, I went airborne.  This time I was not lightheaded and managed to brace for impact, throwing my knees up in front and hitting knees first (right knee, left knee), then falling onto the corner of the steel bench and bouncing around.  I screamed in pain and yelled a few profanities at the driver, stating that this was the second time they did this to me.  He said something like "Sorry man, it was a yellow light."  When I got to their facilities, I was put in a wheelchair, taken inside, searched again, and put in a cold holding cell with five Mexican detainees (who seemed like good guys).  The Asian male driver never reported the second incident and kept calling me "Mr. White."  I also asked to speak to the U.S. Consulate three different times and was told the same thing each time --- "You will get your chance to do that after we take care of a few things."  It never happened.  This “private” security company then took my fingerprints (two full sets) and other personal information.  A female guard asked everyone in my holding cell what we wanted from McDonald’s?  I declined that meal but was told I had to choose something.  I repeated that I didn’t want any food from McDonald’s because of my strict diet.  She said that I would get it anyway.  Later, when the food arrived, she demanded that I take the food and a large soft drink.  I refused, so she asked one of the other detainees to hand it to me.  I told him he could have it and stayed curled up against a corner, shivering from the cold and still in horrible pain and my head felt stuffed and under intense pressure.

Finally, I was taken to a small room with a very tall black male guard placed outside, glaring at me.  I was seated at a small rectangular table and told to wait.  A militant looking athletic female with a skin-tight black top/shirt (which seemed tactical) entered and glared at me.  She looked at me like she wanted to kill me. UPDATE: Her name is Jolene Grant, a "Minister's Delegate" whose badge number is 10654 (according to Colby Brose, CBSA Manager of Detentions for the Pacific Region).  A bald male with a goatee sat beside her and never said a word.  She told me a duty counselor was nearby and I had a right to speak to an attorney, but then I would have to reschedule this meeting, and they were very busy.  I told her I was nauseous and ready to pass out and that I just wanted to get this over with, so I declined counsel.  She went on to explain the situation and asked me a lot of questions about why I missed my hearing, why I stopped calling them, etc.  After explaining that I never received a notice in the mail for any hearing, she looked at her papers and said the notice had been "returned to sender", yet I was still living at the listed address when it was sent.  She said these things happen with mail services, etc.  I believe I then responded with something like, "So, I've been put through all of this because of a possible clerical error?"  She didn't like that comment and smirked.  She then told me I could apply for what is called a "Pre-Removal Risk Assessment."  I was somewhat familiar with what that was and signed the "Acknowledgment of Conditions" because I wanted out of this sickening ordeal.  Jolene Grant was the "authorized officer" that imposed my conditions for release.  I was told I only had 48 hours to report back by phone with my new permanent address, even though I had essentially just been "evicted" after my arrest at my hotel suite (and needed medical attention).  I now have to call Border Services twice a week instead of once a month (8x more).  UPDATE: My hardship request for calls only once a week was approved.  I was also told that any deviations from the "Acknowledgment of Conditions" and I would be re-arrested and that would decrease my chances of protection and may lead to immediate deportation.  I was released onto the streets of Vancouver, just off Hastings Street.  It was very hot outside (Tuesday August 2nd of 2011) and I hadn't showered, shaved, slept, or eaten in nearly 30 hours.  I was also in the same clothes that now reeked of a urine smell from the filthy jail.  I went into a London Drug store, bought some cold green tea, organic chips and salsa, natural deodorant and large bandages for my open wound.  I took a bus to the greyhound terminal and waited till 7 p.m. for the next bus to Pemberton (all from the little money I had in my wallet, roughly $230, which luckily I demanded my arresting officer retrieve).

When I arrived in Pemberton, I exited the bus in front of the Pemberton Gateway Village Suites Hotel (roughly 10 p.m.).  I called the RCMP beforehand and told them I was going to retrieve some of my clothes and personal affects till I could arrange to move everything else the next day.  I was told to see the manager, ask for my stolen personal keys back, and ask for the location of my belongings.  When I arrived at the managers office, the door was wide open (#211).  I stood in the doorway, looked at the manager, and asked if he remembered me.  He went white in the face and his eyes and head darted side to side.  He thought for sure that I was going to be deported.  I told him that I had spoken to the RCMP and informed him that I need my keys (to my truck, my storage lockers, luggage bags, fuel tank, etc.), and I also needed to know where all of my belongings were.  He couldn't look me in the face and said "okay, but can you please wait outside?"  I said that was no problem, however, once I stepped outside, the door locked and he rapidly moved down the hall to his suite (#207).  I couldn't get back in so I ran across the street to use the pay-phone and called the RCMP.

The RCMP went to investigate and found him quickly trying to move some of my belongings out of his suite and back into mine (#311).  He and the hotel "owner", Norm Little, had entered my locked suite, my locked storage units, my locked 1996 Ford Explorer, and even my locked luggage.  They literally opened every box, bag, container, paper files, etc. and rummaged through all of my personal items, including some extremely personal items belonging to my old girlfriend.  These items were put on display and I'm sure got quite a chuckle from the hotel employees and filthy construction workers working for Norm (he's doing renovations without permits because the Building Inspector is a friend and stays at the hotel for free).  The RCMP even found my all-natural meats and other food items in the managers suite freezer (Cst. REID moronically said she believed Myson was just keeping it safe for me. Yea, right!).  Some of it is still missing and was probably consumed.  My cancer medicine, electronics, expensive bottles of wine, amongst other items were also missing.  Interesting note:  While waiting by the pay-phone for the RCMP officer - Sgt. Eric ROCHETTE (who was investigating the incident) to call me across the street (to the hotel), the Mayor of Pemberton, Jordan Sturdy, and some friends walked right past me.  They were all staggeringly drunk, appearing to come out of "The Wood" cafe (on a Tuesday night, Aug. 2nd).  From my fairly close vantage point, it appeared like the Mayor was urinating in, or next to, the new bus stand by the Petro-Can.  He commented to one of his drinking buddies how great his work on the new bus stands looked (Village construction contracts given out to friends of Mayor?).  I pointed him out to the Sgt. ROCHETTE, who smiled/smirked, but did nothing.

The RCMP officers (Sgt. ROCHETTE and Cst. REID) were being somewhat helpful (finally) in recovering many of my belongings, but a large amount of items are still missing and I will have to go through everything over weeks/months to determine what is still unaccounted for (and the RCMP refused to arrest anyone in spite of the overwhelming evidence of theft).  Myson Effa, the hotel manager, told my August 1st arresting officer (Cst. Kristian JOSOK) I had 30 days to remove my belongings, including my truck from the hotel property.  The RCMP were getting quite annoyed with the hotel manager and owner by now and told them to return anything removed and stop playing games.  Although, they treated me in much the same manner, interrogating me, the victim of a despicable crime.  They were also being very sneaky and deceptive and trying to get access to the interior of my truck and my lockers (I wouldn't let them because I knew they were hoping to see "evidence" in plain view that would allow them to search my belongings, looking for who knows what?).  They later recommended I leave my monthly rental suite so as not to create further tensions.  I was tired, visibly upset, and agreed to check into a local motel for the night.  I was never "allowed" back into my rental suite, thereby being unlawfully evicted without due process.

We all agreed that I would do my best to get my belongings out ASAP. An acquaintance was with me and we retrieved some of my clothes for the night.  Over the next few days, I finally made arrangements to have a guy I know help me move with his truck.  We went to the hotel underground parkade to start loading things (my storage lockers were there).  Immediately we noticed my SUV was gone.  I opened the locked storage room and noticed one of my locked storage lockers was empty as well.  The manager and/or owner had taken all of my clothes and other items, called a tow truck to break into my truck, stuffed it full of my clothes and other items (possibly removing some things), and had it impounded.  A female RCMP officer (Cst. Katherine REID) arrived shortly and was livid that the hotel staff were still playing childish games.  She reprimanded them and told me to get as much stuff as possible that night (Saturday, August 6th).  We did, but told her later that we still had another truckload and would hopefully be back the next day.

While moving things out, I noticed a male RCMP officers business card taped above one of my lockers (Sgt. Eric ROCHETTE).  It said he had some of my belongings and that to give him a call.  Since I treat myself for cancer and other ailments, I am sure they have all of my herbal extraction equipment, including my very much needed herbal vaporizer.  The hotel manager and owner told one officer that I had a grow-op in my room.  That's laughable (and untrue), especially considering that I have documented evidence of the hotel owner having an illegal 36-plant marijuana grow-op on his previous farm property (now lost to foreclosure).  He also has a close friend who has a legal grow-op for the Compassion Club in Vancouver.  I have recently found the missing grow-op "License" that Norm gave me in case the RCMP showed up on his ranch. ;-)~   I was afraid the RCMP might arrest me if I go to pick up my belonging, especially having no idea what they have or if it even belongs to me.

Update:  I went to the Pemberton RCMP building and met with RCMP Cst. JOSOK, who gave me the third degree about lots of items handed over to them by Norm Little and/or Myson Effa - some items were actually laid-out for the RCMP after the manager or Norm allowed them into my locked suite and locked storage units - included in the commandeered bounty was (1) what Cst. JOSOK claimed to be over 70 grams of marijuana (it looked like chopped oregano leaves and had no odor)...confiscated even though it wasn't mine, (2) a very expensive hunting knife......Cst. JOSOK said that Border Services was VERY interested in this knife! (even though it was legal) - (3) a small plastic switch-blade knife and a "push knife"...not mine but I know who owns them, (4) some of my old military belts, (5) a Navy Seals DVD, etc., etc. - All carefully laid-out by Norm Little (hotel owner/landlord) and Myson Effa (hotel manager) to make it look like I was some sort of drug-dealing commando or something.  Norm then told Myson to tell the RCMP that I have military training and had lots of guns, implying that I was armed and dangerous.  This could have gotten me killed if the RCMP had overreacted.  This was all a premeditated setup by Norm Little and Myson Effa and I have documented proof.

Overall, Cst. JOSOK used coercion and insinuated that Border Services would not be happy if I didn't give up my very expensive hunting knife, my pellet gun, and other personal items he deemed "questionable" (but not illegal).  I took that as a threat, so I signed those items away and signed a statement that the "marijuana" related items did not belong to me and I wanted him to dispose of them.  He said he appreciated my cooperation and that would reflect well on me in his report to Border Services (??).  The other RCMP officers didn't seem to buy most of the ridiculous accusations from the hotel manager and owner, although the RCMP does have a thick file on me containing who knows what.  Cst. JOSOK told me I needed to sign a document allowing them to destroy the "questionable" items (marijuana related), although several of my confiscated (and legal) items were not listed to be destroyed nor were they returned to me.  Cst. JOSOK told me he would get me a copy of the report.  Strangely, I was allowed to keep my herbal vaporizer and a book on marijuana that belonged to a friend.  I felt robbed, but also felt pressured and feared he would report me to Border Services, who warned me to avoid getting in trouble with the police.  As he was picking up the box of numbered "evidence" bags, a small bag of marijuana seeds (according to Cst. JOSOK) fell on the table.  He seemed very lackadaisical about that and said it must have slipped past him when he was doing his paperwork.  It was in a numbered bag (#14, I believe) but suspiciously not on the report.  I wasn't sure if he was expecting me to ask for it back, keep it himself, or if it really was just "misplaced" by accident.  Also, I informed Cst. JOSOK that a legal adviser wanted to know how he came to possess all of these items of mine; that were locked in my private storage lockers and I know he didn't have a warrant to search my belongings or my permission to seize perfectly legal items belonging to me.  He said the hotel manager let him into my suite where the items were openly displayed.  He seemed nervous about me hiring a lawyer and inquired as to the purpose of me doing so.  He left the "interrogation" room briefly, and upon returning told me I would need to make a "Access To Information Act" request to get copies of his report (and my RCMP file).  Hmmmmm???  Now, I no longer have the necessary equipment components to vaporize my herbal medicines.  My cancer will likely start returning, hopefully very slowly.

Since leaving the custody of the RCMP and Canada Border Services' hired thugs, I did not sleep for over seven days, literally.  Apparently, my brain had swollen from the two "accidents" and the pressure was affecting the portion of my brain that controls sleep.  I felt a little sleepy, but consistently the same level 24 hours per day (somewhat more tired late night).  My head felt like a balloon was inside, pressing outward, my ribs and spine were bruised, my joints are still sore, my tail-bone has a sharp pain, my appetite is suppressed and I’m losing weight, I’m having minor memory issues and trouble staying focused, and I have tingling and numbness in my fingertips, amongst other issues.  I took a bus back to Squamish, BC on August 8th of 2011 to get a free medical follow up from the same staff and to get a medical release of my records, which I still need to pick up during business hours.  The male doctor that saw me this time (the female doctor from the previous week wasn’t there) wants me to get some blood work done and follow up with a local family doctor, even though I am uninsured and financially destroyed (because I'm not "allowed" to work).  He offered me sleeping pills but I thought that was ridiculous considering no one knows whats wrong with me or if I would have any adverse reactions.  Besides, I have spent nearly three years ridding my body of toxins and man-made chemicals as part of my cancer healing process.

On Monday night August 8th, I arrived late into Pemberton, BC by bus, from the hospital, around 10 p.m. (stayed with a former landlord, John Hidi, former Pemberton Building Inspector).  He told me he would help me move the rest of my belongings into storage and we did.  He later told me that he wanted me out of the house on August 11th.

So, there I was, no where to turn, no friends, no family, a political refugee in a country friendly with the U.S., RCMP and Border Services harassing me and violating my rights, bruised and in pain, not sleeping, and flat broke.  I called an attorney but he wants $10,000 up front.  Hard to do when you're broke, so hopefully I can find a good pro bono lawyer.  I'm seriously in dire straights and feel that I must now go public for my own safety.  By this Thursday (August 18th), I will be homeless and on the streets of Pemberton, BC (possibly around the public library since they have Internet access, if I can get on without I.D.).
Update:  I managed to find a nice couple that would let me barter for their suite for a month or two, till I could get back on my feet.  I now have Internet and email access.  My immediate problem is that my Ford Explorer is in IMPOUND and has all of my clothes, valuable works of art, my architectural portfolio, tools, cancer medicine and herbal equipment, and many other cherished items that were stuffed inside by the PGVS manager prior to having it impounded.  According to the impound lot, I will lose possession of the vehicle and belongings on September 6th (30 days after towing) for failure to pay the towing and storage fees.  Update:  Tim is letting storage charges accrue till I can pay him (if I can).  Norm finally and briefly emailed me September 6th saying he would "contact" Tim.  I spoke with Tim who told me Norm called him to inquire about the charges and said he "would get back to him."  So far, he has not contacted Tim or myself.

Please contact me and help me to right this disgusting injustice.  No matter what people may think of me, I do not deserve to be treated like this.  It is inhumane, to say the least.  I'm struggling to stay alive here.  At this point, I feel like Canada doesn't want me here, so I am considering seeking asylum in another country as soon as possible.  Please help!  Update - Jan. 5th, 2012:  I was barbarically DEPORTED and left HOMELESS in the state of Washington on October 27th, 2011.  See Part 4 of this on-going odyssey.

I, Kevin Wright, do hereby swear that the above information is true and correct to the best of my knowledge.

Sincerely,
Kevin Patrick: Wright, Sui juris

Oddly, I have a similar story and chain of events with a Whistler home builder and his billionaire brother-in-law (Don Lindsay, CEO of Teck mining company) from back in 2007.  All documented as well.  That nightmare finally ended in a settlement after 3+ years (summer of 2010).  All I got was the "off-the-books" wages that were withheld from me after I quit.  There is something about me, corrupt real estate developers, and public officials that always seems to result in $candal$.  Follow the money and find the corruption.

THE FOLLOWING EMAIL WAS SENT TO NORM LITTLE PRIOR TO MY DEPORTATION:

-------- Original Message --------
Subject:Notice of Claim and Intent - for Reclamation, Restitution, and Compensation
Date:Fri, 02 Sep 2011 01:44:30 -0700
From:K.W. <rez_designer@yahoo.ca>
To:Norm Little <nwlittle@telus.net>, Norman Little <nwlittle@gmail.com


To: Norman Little - "Owner" of Pemberton Gateway Village Suites.
CC: Myson Effa - Manager of Pemberton Gateway Village Suites.(mysonwhistler@hotmail.com  added after Sept. 3rd update below)
BCC: Additional contacts notified.
Uploaded Files to: My private online encrypted storage account accessible by my legal adviser.

RE: Hotel suite #311, Pemberton Gateway Village Suites, Pemberton, BC.

I am offering you a "one time only" opportunity for restitution of, and compensation for, the losses and suffering incurred by me as a result of your unethical and potentially criminal acts.  Please note that this is not a threat but an outline of my right and plans to pursue any and all legitimate civil and/or criminal actions against you for the purposes of compensating me for my losses.  I have accumulated a staggering amount of factual evidentiary documentation and eyewitness testimony (including RCMP officers) to suffice for use in a civil and/or criminal case against you.  I am now fully prepared to act as my own counsel in these matters and have a legal adviser assisting me.  There are two options being offered to you, regardless if you take them seriously.

OPTION 'A'
As a result of my personal private property being accessed, unlocked, rummaged through, items belonging to me being removed and/or stolen as well as having these items strategically placed on display and then shown to RCMP officers without my consent or authorization, rumors being spread about me throughout the small village of Pemberton, my Ford Explorer XLT being impounded (in violation of PGVS's 30 day agreement and possibly in violation of the RTA) and other actions by PGVS Hotel employees (and/or subcontractors):
  1. I am demanding that you contact Off-Road Towing (owner Tim Watt at 604-894-6767) today, Friday, September 2nd of 2011, and inform him that you will be sending him full payment, before his closing hour today, for any and all expenses incurred by him for towing and storing my vehicle (1996 Ford Explorer XLT), as ordered by you on or about August 5th or 6th of 2011.  I am also seeking damages for any items that may be damaged as a result of being "stuffed" into my vehicle by Myson Effa, according to Tim Watt.  I have very expensive works of art rolled up and enclosed in thick, waterproof bags stored in my vehicle.  If they or any other items are damaged, you will be liable for their full replacement value upon my inspection.
  2. I am demanding that you return any and all items removed and/or stolen from my hotel suite (room #311 at PGVS) or my storage lockers or my vehicle, regardless if you think it belongs to you or anyone else.  I will honestly and reasonably determine what belongs to whom, since it was in my locked suite and/or my locked storage units, locked vehicle, personal containers, personal luggage, etc. - all of which you had no authorization or consent to search - in addition to it being a violation of my privacy and my rights, and possibly a criminal act.  I am requesting $1,000 in damages for this grotesque violation of my privacy and my rights.
  3. I am demanding that you compensate me fully for all items that you and/or Myson Effa turned over to the RCMP.  Neither you nor the RCMP had a search warrant or my authorization/consent to view or remove items that you or Myson Effa took from my locked storage or other closed personal effects.  Based on items shown to me by Pemberton RCMP, it is obvious that my personal bags, luggage, boxes, etc. were unlocked and/or opened (illegally???), rummaged through, items removed, and placed on display for the RCMP.  According to 3 or more RCMP constable's statements to me, the items in their possession were on display for them when you and/or Myson Effa invited them into my hotel suite (#311).  This was clearly an attempt at entrapment.  I am also requesting an additional $1,000 in damages for this grotesque violation of my privacy, my rights, and the resulting loss of my personal property.
  4. I am requesting that you provide me with a complimentary and sanitized PGVS hotel suite for one full year (all standard hotel room privileges included, except housekeeping), preferably suite #311, to commence on or before October 1st of 2011.  This will be considered compensation for your calling the RCMP on me and "evicting" me and impounding my vehicle (possibly violating the RTA, as I had established tenancy) and the extreme suffering and hardship that your actions have resulted in; to me and my health.
  5. I am requesting a written apology for all of the humiliation I have incurred by you over the past several years and for you taking advantage of me financially because of my immigration status and desperation for work.
  6. I am requesting that you fire Myson Effa for his unethical and potentially criminal acts against me and not allow him back on the PGVS building property (no later the last day of September 2011).
OPTION 'B'
As a result of my personal private property being accessed, unlocked, rummaged through, items belonging to me being removed and/or stolen as well as having these items strategically placed on display and then shown to RCMP officers without my consent or authorization, rumors being spread about me throughout the small village of Pemberton, my Ford Explorer XLT being impounded (in violation of PGVS's 30 day agreement and possibly in violation of the RTA) and other actions by PGVS Hotel employees (and/or subcontractors):
  1. I will be immediately filing a claim with, and submitting evidence to, the RCMP and the Supreme Court of BC in an effort to prove how you, Norman Little, Myson Effa and/or other PGVS Hotel "employees" violated my rights and potentially committed criminal acts against myself and my personal property.  Among this evidence are digital photographs, emails, and digitally scanned"license" related to your former Poole Creek property "grow op," as well as potential testimony from the current property owners and tenants who found the location and remaining roots of your marijuana plants.  I took photographs of this "grow op" and of the person while he was planting the 36 marijuana plants because I was concerned that you might blame me if the operation were ever discovered by the RCMP, especially since I was the only remaining person living on the property before the plants were harvested.  This might shed some light on the origin of what you turned over to the RCMP in an effort to entrap me.  Much, much more evidentiary surprises as well regarding you and Myson Effa.
  2. I may be contacting and seeking a response from PGVS Hotel creditor/owners (Timbercreek, Alberta, etc.) regarding whether or not I should or can file a lien or claim against their building/investment, currently used as a Hotel and located at 7330 Arbutus Street, Pemberton, BC.  I will need further discussion with my legal adviser before proceeding with this as I do not want to violate any laws.  This will happen by this coming Monday afternoon.  UPDATE Sept. 3rd:  I will be immediately contacting and seeking a response from PGVS Hotel creditors/investors/owners (Timbercreek, Alberta, etc.) regarding my intentions of filing a claim and/or lien against their building/investment, currently used as a Hotel and located at 7330 Arbutus Street, Pemberton, BC.  Your failure to respond to my offer for resolution has led me to believe that you approve of my contacting the mortgage holders and informing them of my intentions to pursue a claim against their investment.
  3. I will be immediately filing an Application for Dispute Resolution with the Residential Tenancy Branch of the Office of Housing and Construction Standards of BC.
  4. I will be immediately filing formal complaints with the Pemberton Chamber of Commerce and the Better Business Bureau.
Remember, it is your choice how you wish me to proceed.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Sincerely,
Kevin Wright
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EXHIBITS (evidence) - ALL EVIDENCE FILES HAVE BEEN RELOCATED HERE*
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