Ella was banned from attending an official meeting, which decided her Best Interest was to keep a ban on her, from leaving a care home, and confiscate her funds, to ensure tormenting her with life imprisonment. Doing everything to separate us, and nothing to support us, the Best Interest meeting was an all-out bout of adversary politics, and just as biased and dishonest, to justify the unjustifiable.
Social services gave Ella zero words to express her wishes. This journal publishes many thousands of Ellas own words, in complete contradiction to the cruel falsehood that Ella "seems [unless you find us out] happy and settled", away from her home and son, who has lived with her all his life.
Know the truth and it will make you free. So, the truth is disguised to keep her jailed.
Care homes are converted prisons with code-locked doors. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." And, at her great age, Ella very naturally did. As she herself said, in these conversations, it's heart-breaking.
Previously, a daughter took her mother away, from being left to sit in a chair, all day, like a cabbage. (Just as I arranged, for the same reason, with a live-in carer, until the social worker, I told, blocked her leaving.) The social worker brought police, with a battering ram, to her home, to abduct the mother. And that social worker threw a blanket over the mother, as if she were her private property, or a candle to be snuffed, so photographers couldn't take her picture. "Gestapo!" the daughter gasped.
The price of liberty is eternal vigilance. Winston Churchill was vindicated in his, long disdained, 4 June 1945 "Gestapo" speech, as unfriendly critics sometimes dub it. It is undoubtedly one of his greatest prophecies. It is reprinted at the end of my previous journal: Home Free (How the misery makers of social services twice obstructed Mums home-coming with a live-in carer).
All my adult life, I have studied and corresponded to increase the knowledge and understanding of a freer democracy. I did it neither for pay nor to follow a fashion. I did it because it had to be done. My books are a witness to that. Now, at the end of that time, I am forced to defend against a very personal imposition, on my mother, no less, to crush freedom and democracy.
Long after I am gone, may this testament, of a mothers love, live on.
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