Buoyed by her significant victory and the momentous turning point, Sarah’s confidence soared.  She began to steadfastly set about exposing all the perverted men who had wronged her. 

            The media were not yet interested in her story and in any case Sarah had reservations about trying to pursue that method at this stage.  She feared that her version of events might be misconstrued and that even if they weren’t, her story was bound to be so summarised and shortened that it would have no impact; certainly not the reverberations that she hoped to create.  So it suddenly sprang to mind that the best [and only] way forward was to, in effect, print-up her own newspaper.  She did not trust the postal service so the only other option was to go door to door delivering her news herself.  If she could cause a stir in Caroline Bay, that would be good for starters.  She reckoned ten thousand copies would make a bit of an impact.

            She toyed with the idea of typing up her experiences in a newsletter in chronological order and naming and shaming contaminated officials and other tainted men of influence.  So she started by enquiring into the cost of buying or renting a photocopier and the running costs involved and then proceeded to printing costs.

            Various salespersons were curious as to why she needed a heavy duty machine for a one-off job and why she wanted such a volume, so she set about explaining and in the doing began to make some dynamite discoveries.

            The word ‘Manumits’ began floating about freely and it emerged that there was a perception that these manumits control just about everything and that whoever finds themselves up against them is doomed as they are classed overwhelmingly as a body of evil, ruthless criminals - morality and law not being a part of their dictate.  Sarah learned that they are one of a number of secret organisations and that they are the biggest and most powerful of them.  She discovered that they are all-controlling and unaccountable because they operate in a covert manner, veiled by positions of respectability in society. 

            Of course, Sarah had no proof that her demons were manumits but from what she had been told so far it seemed highly probable.  As it became apparent that she’d need to raise around one thousand pounds for the job, she decided to do some serious saving.  She planned to overdraw her account by a few hundred quid, Lol and her dad would probably be able to lend her some dosh and the rest could be raised on a crash diet of beans on toast.

            In the interim she set about learning more, and found herself researching the manumits and other secret societies at the library and on the Net.

            Sarah learned that the manumits are an all white, all male worldwide fraternity and that they infiltrate all the powerful positions in society.  They control the legal system, educational system, political system, penal system, police force, armed services, health service, the monarchy, the media, the church, big business, especially multinational companies....

            They are protected from exposure of any wrongdoing because members are sworn to secrecy by blood oaths of allegiance.  To smash the secrecy and ‘grass’, would leave a manumit in fear of his throat being cut, body cut in two, bowels burnt to ashes, heart ripped out and fed to ravenous birds.... She read that there were some upright and brave manumits who did whistle-blow but that many of them met a very messy end indeed and that the rest suffered and continue to suffer financial hardship, loss of job/career, loss of family, loss of respect, loss of mind.... 

            They refer to themselves as “honorary” and “worshipful” and pride themselves as

being men of good character in that they benefit society by donating huge sums

to charities and promote good works.  But it seems that the charities only benefit manumits themselves and their families!

            There is a widely held consensus that if you are invited into the ‘brotherhood’ you will quickly advance in your job in terms of promotion; you will get more business than you could ever dream of and you will be protected.  This is because it is a manumit’s first obligation to give brotherly love and to extricate a fellow manumit from distress at all costs regardless of any hurt or wrong - morally or lawfully caused to others.  She even read in one of their own leaflets that manumit masters teach their recruits that a man’s first duty is to himself. 

            Manumits are referred to as the ‘Mafia’ even by manumits themselves.  However they employ a PR firm to promote their charitable image yet even the slightest of sceptics would agree that firms who feel the need to have an image consultancy have something to hide since their ‘good works’ obviously do not speak for themselves.

            Sarah read that manumits shy away from admitting to the public that they are a member of ‘the man elite’ and yet it is stated in the ‘Unlawful Societies Act’of 1799 that manumits are permitted to hold meetings only if yearly returns providing names, addresses and descriptions of brethren are submitted to local Clerks of the Peace.  To be in breach of this law leaves a manumit open to a minimum two years imprisonment.  From what Sarah had discovered so far, that meant that all manumits were guilty of breaking that one rule alone.

            She learned that it is a commonly held belief that manumit judges bend law in favour of brother manumits and that custody hearings can be manipulated by a covert manumit axis which binds judges, barristers and solicitors to the male side.  She became aware that the people who nominate magistrates are manumits and that the women nominated are the wives of manumits.

            It became evident to Sarah in her research that all the well publicised miscarriages of justice cases were influenced by manumits for the protection of manumit interests. She learned that manumits created the Cu Cu Clux, the white race hate supremos; that manumits were behind the UCR and Stuler Unionist activities ie they had a corrupt “shoot to kill” policy in the murder of Rebelicans and that they staged cover ups and withheld evidence.

            It appeared to Sarah that there is a widely held belief that manumits do pervert Royal Mail.

            They also control the church yet it is evident that manumits and Christianity are incompatible.  This is despite the fact they are proclaimers of morality and like to radiate a God worshipping image in the name of their great architect.  Sarah read that their ‘God’ is in fact part composed of the name of an accursed and beastly heathen God whose name is an appellation of the Devil.

            It became evident that many prominent manumits of respectable standing in society featured strongly in the porn industry; an industry where women and girls end up being exploited and abused; the majority after a lifetime of abuse and incest as children.  It is not the glamorous industry that the money makers and pimps would have you believe and women are not free but bound by slaval conditions of ignorance, lack of education, poverty and drug addiction.  Some are the victims of illicit human trafficking [many only twelve years old] and all hoping to escape the abysmal conditions of their homelands only to find a worse hell in the clutches of the big businessmen of pornography and prostitution, where they are beaten and forced to smile in order to increase their earnings potential.

            Women die and are physically and mentally tortured at the hands of pornographers.  They exist in conditions that animal rights protesters would be up in arms about.

            But the majority of all women of all races suffer rape, torture, humiliation.... in their own homes to one degree or another at some point in their lives due to a male partner. Yet when any woman tries to find justice in the courts, there is none.  The courts are dominated by.... manumits.

            Politicians pride themselves by going down the high moral road of condemning ‘rogue’ countries such as China, Indonesia, Turkey, Korea.... and their atrocious human rights practices.  But they don’t give a fig for the D/V abuses going on under their very noses against women - appalling violence often perpetrated by politicians themselves - violence rarely seen on the books of Amnesty International.

            It was also apparent that manumits were behind the international betting scams in sport and that they deal in drugs to fund covert wars overseas.  Sarah read some startling statistics about rich and poor and found that, not surprisingly, the richest people in the world are.... manumits.  Also she discovered the not so amazing fact that manumits run all governments - local and national and all her agencies and commissions such as the European Union.  In fact the richest five percent of the UK owns almost half the UK’s wealth.  That five percent are.... manumits!  Some of them are MP’s who, despite their moral rhetoric, have shares in unethical companies such as tobacco and arms.  Twenty five percent of the world’s population have eighty percent of the world’s income.  But of that twenty five percent only ten percent are well off, the rest are on the poverty line.  That ten percent are.... manumits!

            She learned that the United Nations [run by manumits] pledged clean water and sanitation for all.  But HALF the world’s population do not get safe water. The UN is supposed to raise living standards for the poor worldwide.  Instead five hundred billion dollars of world spending goes on weapons per annum!  Arms manufacture including Nuclear weapons is on the increase.  But the arms race is a recipe for global disaster.  Every gun, warship, bomb.... made is a theft from the starving.

            Sarah discovered more about manumits and their unethical control.  The European Community has a common agricultural policy.  Two thirds of the CAP’s spending has gone on disposing of surplus food.  Governments pay farmers to destroy food!  These money managers are.... manumit ministers! 

            Rich countries give ‘aid’ to poor ones but only with conditions.  I.e the poor country isn’t free to shop around for bargains and has to accept what is given.  The aid suits the political and commercial interests of the donor country.  It is not what poor countries need.  What they want is fair trade and help with development and growth.  For example, powdered milk was once sent to an earthquake area but the area had no water!  Also Turkey once asked the UK not to send second-hand clothes during a relief effort but the UK did send such clothes - a plane load full.... The world Bank and IMC are supposed to ensure fair trade for all yet the poor countries are getting poorer.  Also ‘aid’ reaches the better off in poor countries, never the dire needy, and it doesn’t even get to the poorest of countries - over half goes to middle-income nations.

            Plus there is a scandal behind the money given from generous people to charities.  The folk whom the money is intended do not get it.  This is because the charities i.e. the

British Red Cross, Save the children, Christian Aid and the UN’s disaster relief office, are government controlled.  The fact is the public’s hard earned cash gets wasted by being handled by thieves and political preferences.  The persons responsible are.... manumits.

            The truth is rich governments want to keep poor countries poor and they want the profits for themselves.  The rich governments are riddled with.... manumits. 

            Rich governments sell arms to corrupt, greedy, unscrupulous ‘rogue’ rulers to help them stay in power.  This is to enable the rich governments to steal more natural resources such as oil off poor people.

            Businessmen become wealthy through unethical, illegal business practices against their employees.  They take on temps to avoid paying pensions, sickness benefit, maternity leave.  They build their factories [such as Nike] in poor countries where it is more acceptable to pay low wages, employ children and treat workers as slaves - working them long hours for peanuts.  Wealthy countries happily sign international treaties opposing slavery yet the reality is they APPROVE AND SUPPORT slavery.

            Sarah became aware that manumits also lie about their ‘concerns’ for the environment.  In truth they do not care about global warming at all because their actions prove that they do not believe in planetary preservation.  For instance, rich governments now pump twice the amount of poisonous oxides from power stations and industry into the atmosphere than in 1950.  Factories are built on prime farming land and forests now suffer from ‘acid rain’.  Starving, desperate, people misuse the Earth’s resources.  They are forced to use resources such as wood to stay alive but in the doing plants and animals are becoming extinct.  There is a loss of forests, soil erosion, an over cultivation of land and a spread of deserts.  Carbon Dioxide levels are increasing and therefore global warming and destructive weather patterns are on the increase. 

            It became clear to Sarah that since manumits controlled all-powerful positions including all the government agencies then they were to blame for all the racial discrimination against everyone not white and male, especially black people.  Prisons and mental asylums are full of black people, especially young black men.  The majority are sent there on minor or trumped up charges or as a result of their mental disposition with accusations of schizophrenia being ripe but they are being sent crackers due to the injustices, stresses and strains of white authoritarian interference.  White psychiatrists [many of them manumits] are also very much to blame.  They are too quick to label people [very often non-whites] schizophrenic, give them drugs to dope them and lock them up to shut them up and keep them under control.

            Of course Sarah realised that not all manumits are racists or guilty of malpractice.  Many are oblivious to the manumitic hierarchy’s dirty dealings - such is the deceits of a conspiracy so formidable, so active, so malignant, so inscrutable and so dangerous.  Sarah discovered that many men do leave the manumits, often for moral reasons when they become aware of the crookedness and shady operations within but they don’t ‘grass’ for fear of retribution.  However they never actually completely stop being one because of their oath.  Apparently they can go to a commissioner of oaths, un-swear the oath on a holy book and publish it in a local newspaper but evidently no one has ever done that.

            She learned that some MP’s [not manumits themselves] have even tried to raise the issue of secret organisations in Parliament but that they have failed and instead have met with fierce resistance.

            The more she read the more she understood and the more convinced she was that Greg was a manumit himself.  It was all beginning to make sense.  Immediately she saw a connection between Secret Societies and the Anti Christ.  It was obvious that increasing divorce, crime, destruction, unrest, immorality.... are traceable directly or indirectly to the influence of the sinister but half hidden power of the Anti Christ, foretold in the Holy Writ i.e. the herald of His coming.  The truth was the manumits are a dangerous, malicious, malignant mafia.  These revelations were dynamite outrages.

            Of course it was clear that not all manumits or members of other secret societies were corrupt but the glaring reality was that due to their very secretive nature, one rotten apple in the barrel corrupts the lot.  And so it was in those huge fermenting tubs.

            Sarah yearned for the satisfaction of seeing the demise and complete extinction of such an utterly corrupt and evil movement and of all secret organisations.  She understood the fear that manumits had about upsetting their master manumits.  But to hell with that.  In her mind they should be more worried about upsetting their true master - God.  Since while they remain silent they still worship Satan.  She knew that God does protect those who serve him and that he does reward those who are courageous and honest.  She also knew that evil people are weak people and that they think only of themselves and will put themselves first when they are faced with real strife. 

            She thought about all the heads of state who surround themselves with body guards.  The truth is that if someone wants to ‘get you’ they will.  Your only protection is God; that’s why you mustn’t betray him.  She knew that it would be possible to penetrate even the most fiercely guarded secret set-up because of the divisions within; also because of the fact that some people are prepared to stick their neck out in the name of righteousness. 

            Sarah indulged in some luxury ‘what ifs’.  She wondered what would happen if the queen were to suddenly stand alone and stand up for what she believes in.  What if she began to give away her personal fortune and all her jewels and what if she took over from where Mother Theresa left off.  Oh how the public would love and admire her.  And more importantly, how God would undoubtedly have tears of exultation in his ‘eyes’.  She’d never need ‘security’ - she could wave her special police and sniffer dogs goodbye.  She’d be FREE - and more importantly saved.  What more could she wish for?  The truth is, big powerful bullying men were shamed by the frail nun and her army of sisters who did unselfish good works in appalling circumstances of poverty, war and deprivation.  Mother Theresa was threatened with her life but she wasn’t intimidated and simply continued to serve God.  No one killed her.  They didn’t dare.

            Sarah wondered what would happen if everyone stuck two fingers up to motoring and took to public transport.  That’d be a bloody nose for the government and her rich greedy businessmen friends - the oil companies and carmakers, in lost revenue.  She wondered what would happen if the rich gave away their wealth.  Would they lose their ‘friends’?  What kind of a life do they have anyway when they must fortress their possessions, when they have to travel with minders and/or in bullet proof vehicles and only move about within ‘safe’ areas.  She wondered why women stand by and stay with their corrupt men folk.  Did they have no self-respect?  How could they hold their heads up?

            It was glaringly simple to Sarah.  Guns, weapons, secrecy etc don’t work - everyone ends up being blown up.  The answer is to fight, that’s true, but it has to be the right fight.  It has to be the fight for justice.  We all have to give our money and our time to fight for truth.  People hurt others because they’ve been hurt or because they don’t know how else to behave or because they have been ordered to.  But people need to learn that you can only overcome evil by honesty and fair play.  There is no point doing wrong assuming that you have protection, because sooner or later you will be exposed - your criminal friends will not protect you when they fear being brought to book.

            The manumit movement would have the public believe that their organisation is not secret, but private, and therefore no different to any other innocent private club.  But Sarah pondered this propaganda.  The fact is that manumit members occupy the majority of prominent powerful positions in all spheres of wealthy societies.  That fact alone is significant, not to mention the overwhelming evidence of innumerable people’s experiences.

Lorraine breezed in for her regular cuppa and update of events.  Sarah, awe-struck with such reverberating revelations, recapped her findings to her pal.  Together they then spent a couple of hours on the ‘Net’, reading material found under: Corruption - Manumits. 

            “You were right all along about the sinister club.  Sounds like Greg is one of them.... a manumit,” agreed Lol.

            “Do you know what I reckon?  I think destiny is our soul’s task and purpose for coming into life,” said Sarah, deep in thought.  “And those of us with eyes to see are instruments of God.”

            “Well I know I don’t feel part of this world,” remarked her pal.  “People call me nuts and square cos I talk about right and wrong and corruption.  I read somewhere that God’s path is narrow and fraught with difficulty, whereas Satan’s is so much wider and easier.”

            “Satan’s road is a helter skelter pursuit of materialism.  Its values are upside down,” commented Sarah.

            Lol added, “Profound ignorance rules the Earth right now.”

            Sarah prophesised, “But not for long, we are the secret sisterhood of the enlightened.”

            Lol enthused, “Right now though we have a secret society of initiates, propelling and urging the world towards its greater destiny of supreme male rule with Satan at the helm.”

            “But we women are fighting back and we have a stronger, smarter spirit on our side - God.  This is the battle ground between good v evil,” said a defiant Sarah.

            “Femininity fighting the spirit of darkness and evil,” pronounced Lorraine.

            “Satan seeking to destroy this world but through our revelations and unlike our adversary we can see ahead of time.  The devil becomes ensnared in time and space.  Evil may win some early victories and cause worldwide suffering, but in the long term it will be defeated and good will triumph.  You only have to look at the mess the government is in - only half the people bothered to vote at the last election and the majority of them only voted in order to stop the last lot getting back in!  Politicians are only short-term thinkers - most don’t even think at all!  So it is all up to the public to make changes.  The people have a special role to play in this protracted war against evil - our soul being the primary battleground for the struggle between the two powerful forces.  We all have to remember our divine origins and act as God’s agent in the physical world.  He needs our help.  He cannot fight Satan alone,” preached Sarah.

            Lorraine continued the spiritual sermon, “Mankind had polluted the world with his incessant warfare and vice.  Look they’re even easing up on the gambling laws so that we too are another Las Vegas.  The Earth herself appealed to the heavens for help.  Mankind needs to be brought back to a state of holiness.  Thus being freed from the material world.”

            Sarah spat, “The Government and Royalty being Lords of the material world.”

            Lol hissed, “Devil worshippers.”

            “Look at this bit here,” snarled Sarah pointing to the computer screen, “In 1970 the convention for the elimination of all forms of discrimination against women was adopted by the UN to improve conditions for women.  But look, only one third of the members of the UN have signed it.”

            “Cheeky bastards,” spewed Lol, “They’re blatantly admitting that they don’t believe in equal rights for women.  Look, it even says here that only ten percent of elected representatives are women.”

            “Yeah men dominate governments yet look at the bloody mess they’ve made of everything,” jeered Sarah.   “Brainless manumits!”

            Lol blasted, “It really makes me want to thump the box when you get the likes of ministers popping up on it to announce something like:

            ‘In an ideal world the underlying causes of conflict - poverty, debt.... would be selflessly addressed.  And ideally the international criminal court would be ready to prosecute those responsible for causing civil strife....’.  Well, we could make a good start by shoving all ministers and politicians in a kangaroo court, strip them of their money which they stole from us, and then lock them in a cell complete with hardened criminals and racists who can’t stand white men....”

            The two pals roared with riotous laughter.  Lol observed, “The USA are building huge defence systems to protect themselves from so-called rogue nations, and Russia are there building something bigger and mightier than what the yanks have!  Do they want World War three or something?”

            Sarah sneered, “Well if it comes to that I hope our soldiers turn their guns on our gormless government.  In the wars, enemy soldiers made friends in the trenches; they called a truce and shared food and ciggies but the high command got wind or it and put a stop to it.  Christ, men even got shot for being cowards and deserters.  The goddamned cowards and idiots were, in truth, the ones giving the orders.  Pity the guns weren’t turned on them!”

            Lol jibed, “Governments have got the mentality of ‘if you can’t control it, shoot it’.  They even shoot at protesters and crowds engaging in civil disobedience marches.  But the truth is that when a government takes up arms against its unarmed subjects, it forfeits the right to govern.  It has admitted that it cannot rule in peace and justice.”

            “Well those little manumits all shielding each other from their own laws had better realise that we ladies are about to give them the fight of their lives.  Haven’t they figured it out yet that on the whole, we are more intelligent and mentally tougher than them?  We women bear the children and raise them and we endure all the self-sacrifices that that entails.  Those weak men who belong to Secret Societies are siding with Satan.  They are promoting the coming to power of the Anti-Christ.  They may not care, but don’t they care about the kind of Earth that they leave to their children?  Don’t they care about what awaits them after death?” Sarah questioned.

            “Everyone has to face the harsh reality of the ugliness that’s all around us.  If we don’t fight crime it will swallow us up.  Sooner or later we’ll all be victims. What will we do then?  Fight back?  We have to fight NOW.  Hitler murdered millions because he encountered little resistance.  Are we going to allow the manumits to murder us too?  They’re already crushing us now.”

            “So, what’s your vision exactly Sar?” queried Lol. 

            “Well I think that if we name names and expose wrongdoing, hopefully others will find the confidence to follow.  Until there is transparency and accountability at the top – in all spheres of power, there will be no peace and no healthy planet for any of us.  At the moment people are scared to blow the whistle; they fear jail or some other nasty consequence.  But the point is if everyone does it then it won’t be the good people fearing repercussions it will be the bad bastards at the top.  The point is if we don’t start to challenge them we are all doomed anyway.  Might as well face the music now.  How many people can they put in their prisons anyway?  They’re already overflowing.  It hasn’t dawned on those money men manumits that we have virtually the whole of the world’s womanhood on our side and a hell of a lot of non-manumit men too.  I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes, would you?  Their arrogance and foolishness has made them blind to this reality.  We may not have money and weapons but we have truth and courage on our side.... it is inside us.  It is our conscience, it has power and it has a name.... God.  I do believe that we had the supernatural phenomena and the fire and the messages through David to make us aware that God does exist.  I think that now that he has got me working for him one hundred percent, he’ll leave me alone to get on with it, but if I start to waver he’ll be back to give me a gentle reminder!  My understanding is that God doesn’t just want us to speak about him like Jehovas Witnesses do when they go door to door, or pray, like thousands do in their Sunday best at church every week, he wants more from us than that.  He wants action.

            Actually something has just dawned on me.  What if there were no spirits after all?  What if the front door key had got into the wrong hands and someone was playing a cruel hoax on us?  After all, the strange goings on did stop after the locks were changed, after the fire.  Oh hell, why didn’t I think of that before?  Maybe then we might never have been registered,” sighed Sarah.

            “Do you believe that is what actually happened then?” asked Lol.

            “Dunno, anything is possible.  We were getting a load of flack from the street gangs.  Some of the yobs boasted that Greg was paying them.  So who knows.  But even if that was the case, it doesn’t explain David’s and Anna’s experiences of God but I suppose people would just say that you can’t take a child’s perception seriously.  Whatever happened though is not the issue now.  I think it was meant to be, for a very good reason and nothing now is going to stop me doing what I have to do to raise public awareness of secret organisations and the wrongdoings within.”

            Lol remarked, “What’s needed is for some virtuous manumits to bite the bullet and reveal all, then hopefully others will follow suit and there’ll be a snowball effect.”

            Sarah enthused, “That would be ideal.  But do they dare to be different?  Are they strong enough to tell us the truth or are they weak, like Satan?  Maybe they’ll be more confident if they see some of us women going door to door, naming and shaming and telling our own individual stories.... of D/V, corruption, cover up.... What’s also needed is for the masses to educate themselves about what’s really going on.  It would be a dream if all those fifteen million or so Coronation Street fans would switch over to watching documentaries instead and then for them to join us in the fight for justice and righteousness rule.  I reckon if we can start getting people on our side it won’t be too long before the big guns - the real bully boys, find their support networks slipping away.  Then they’ll be horrified to learn that there is a very good chance that they’ll be forced to stand trial for an armful of offences.”

            Lol asked, “So you plan to deliver door to door all over Caroline Bay?  Aren’t you worried about being attacked?  Maybe knifed or beaten up?”

            Sarah responded, “I’m dead anyway.  People say I should move on; get on with my life, but how can I with all the battles I’m constantly having to fight and knowing everything that I do now?  I have a duty to expose those who have wronged me and help others suffering from oppression, injustice and womanhood.  So I listen to God.  He tells me what to do.  Crikey I can’t believe I’ve turned out like this.  I used to be very selfish and greedy; wanting an easy life, comfort, holidays.... money.  I was always searching....”

            Lol butted in, “For material things?”

            Sarah pondered, “Yeah, that’s right.... for proof of success I guess, whatever that means!  Blimey, how shallow!  Now I want to work for God.  I want the world to be good.  God that sounds really corny doesn’t it?  But it’s the truth.  I’m even prepared to risk my life for it.  I’m on a mission now, you see, and because it’s for the right reason, it’s so much more worthwhile.  All the searching has stopped.  I think God makes things happen when the time is right.”

It was decision day for the fate of Jason and Jessie.  Sarah found herself in court

again.  Her barrister Annie Parry began bullying her to offer substantial contact rather than risk going to trial:

            “Look, it’s your decision but like I said already, you have no grounds for denying the father considerable contact which includes overnight stays,” said Annie to her client rather forcefully.  “I’ve been chatting to Val and she sees no reason why Greg shouldn’t have at least equal amount of time with his children as you have.  She’s even saying that there is no reason per se why he cannot be awarded residence.  That is her recommendation to the judge.”

             “So you’re saying I have no choice?  I have to make my babies stay with the devil in disguise, even though they come home raging and wailing like mad dogs and Jason violently habitually head bangs and body bangs at night in his sleep because of visits with his father?”  

            Annie just nodded dolefully.

            “Christ, this is so utterly wrong, so totally damaging, so bloody outrageous,” Sarah gasped, tears burning the insides of her eye sockets. 

            Annie added, “Well you can’t use the argument ‘emotional abuse’ because most children show signs of distress when passed between parents - even when separated parents get along like a house on fire together.  Look I must warn you, I’ve seen this happen before.  When women like you dig their heels in.... they end up losing everything.  I know it’s wrong.... I’m the first to agree with you, but it does get the judges backs up and they do then punish the mother and award the father residence.  Usually it’s a bad choice, done out of sheer spite really.  It’s just to remind people who’s boss.”

            “Bloody men.  Who the hell do they think they are?  It’s all a goddamned game to them.  Well how would they like it if we played cat and mouse with their kids?  They think they’re Gods, the way they parade around with their noses in the air whilst everyone bows and scrapes and speaks so elegantly and respectfully in their presence.  Jesus it’s so bloody false, so bloody disgraceful....”

            “Well, you’re not the first to blast the judges,” remarked her barrister. 

            “What about all the harassment; all the malicious referrals….?”

            Annie replied, “Well, his barrister has ordered him to stop calling social services needlessly.  If he continues, you would then have strong grounds for stopping contact.”   “How old do kids have to be for them to have their say?” asked desperate, weary Sarah.

“If they’re quite mature, then a six year old’s feelings will be taken into consideration,” replied the barrister. 

             “Not in my case though,” mumbled a defeated Sarah, “I’ll probably have to wait until my kids are at least twelve.”

Sarah told Annie about her manumit theory but her barrister disregarded it totally, saying that she’d heard of them but wasn’t aware that they do behave improperly and/or illegally.  Not daring to risk losing her precious little ones to the piece of bacterium littering the courtroom building, Sarah painstakingly ‘agreed’ to contact of two and a half days and two nights per week on the condition that she be given residence by the court.

            The deal was done and Sarah left the court of hell with a heavy heart and a feeling of foreboding doom.

At home Sarah set to work drafting her newsletter.  It would start:

            ATTENTION: CORRUPTION IN CAROLINE BAY....

            She planned to state the events in chronological order.  She would acknowledge the fact that she had no proof that she was at the mercy of manumit influence but that her aim was to draw people’s attention to their very existence and their perceived corrupting influence over all areas of life.  She would urge people to learn more about Manumits and Secret Societies and she would urge them to ‘grass’ on others known to be guilty of wrongdoing.  She would make a special appeal to those manumits, past and present, who do have moral values and have witnessed improper behaviour either within the movement or just generally in normal circumstances.  She would urge them to be brave and spill the beans.  Maybe they could tell their story in a similar way but remain anonymous or perhaps a group of them could grass together if they felt they needed safety in numbers.  Her story would name and shame all those guilty of malpractice.  And she had a special message for the sisterhood.  It was that women in droves had to rise up against male domination, at home, at work and in the wider community if there was ever going to be a chance of saving the children, civilisation and the planet.

Meanwhile the Coastguard story still troubled Sarah and the plot thickened when a few weeks later Sarah found herself in court again for a confrontation with her heinous-headed ex about future arrangements for Jason’s and Jessica’s education; about whether they should attend school or not.  During cross-examination by Greg’s barrister, MP Ed Looney, Sarah was asked to explain the recent circumstances as to why it had been necessary for the Coastguard to make an emergency rescue of her children.  She was also asked to explain the details about her kids’ involvement with the injuring of a horse in Lynas and also of their persistent troublemaking in the Lynas neighbourhood.  Stunned, Sarah asked the MP how he knew about such things.  She had not told Greg and it was acknowledged that her kids had never been guilty of any wrongdoing.  He remained silent and instead exchanged a smug ‘knowing’ look with the judge.

            If the MP knew so much then it must’ve come from his client Gregory Potter.  But Sarah hadn’t mentioned it to him and, surprisingly, social services hadn’t brought it up with her.  So how did Greg know?  Because, in her opinion, he instigated it in collaboration with the Seaboard Inspectors, Coastguard and probably even his MP Ed Looney.  Kim was the red herring, an insignificant bit of the puzzle.  Sarah was of the strong opinion that the truth was that there was no such phone call and no coastguard went walking along Caroline Promenade looking for an unknown woman....

            This was clearly another case of harassment from the Potter camp.  Sarah therefore wanted the police to look into it and to see if there was a connection with her ex.  Obviously she expected more claptrap from them but what was important now was that all things possibly pertaining to Greg were put in writing.

            Their response was:

            A search has been carried out of our records.  I can confirm that no call was received by the Police requesting the attendance/assistance of the Coastguard to your children.  Further enquiries with the Coastguard revealed that they received such a call from a member of the public.  The Coastguard do not regard the call as being a HOAX call and therefore are not pursuing any action.

            With regard to any harassment of yourself by Mr Potter and his family, we would require more than one incident or a pattern of behaviour which so far has not been demonstrated in the incidents that you have reported.

            Sarah showed the letter to Lol.

            “The story’s changed now.  The call went directly to the coastguard,” remarked Sarah.

            “Notice that they’ve written ‘from a member of the public’,” skitted Lol.  “They always say that - everyone knows they’re lying their heads off.”

            “And they say they don’t regard it a HOAX which is why they’re not pursuing any action,” commented Sarah.  “Well they must be gullible, corrupt or just plain stupid.... or all three.  And in any case even if they did want to do the right thing and charge the bitchy caller, they couldn’t.  They don’t know her name or address!”

            “More proof if ever you need it that it’s a set-up,” mocked Lol.

            “Yeah and the lying pigs are saying here that they want more than one incident or pattern of behaviour to be satisfied that it is harassment.  Christ Almighty, they’ve got some bloody nerve.  Even the welfare officer and social services agree he is harassing me, especially because of the Butlins business.  Well this is all gonna backfire on them one day.  I’m flamin’ determined to unmask those creeps.”

            “Sock it to ‘em Sar,” said Lol.

            “There is a conspirational web of lies and deceit and there is a whiff of a cover up surrounding the official Educational welfare officer’s records on Kim and Lee.  The solicitor, schools, even the welfare officer and social workers are suspicious,” murmured Sarah in thoughtful mood.  “Everything is so geared against women and their children.  Did I tell you I’ve been trying to get the child and adolescent services to agree to a trial experiment to see if Jason will stop head banging at night if his father is out of the picture for a period of time?  I’ve asked for a social worker to spend a few nights here observing his behaviour; but guess what, there are no resources for that!  I’ve also been told that even if they did write a report in my favour recommending the stopping of visitation due to a psychiatric disorder, the final decision rests with the judge and in ninety nine percent of cases, such action would not be taken.  It’s bloody scandalous.  The H/V pesters me with her so-called health monitoring, yet she’s not bothered about my kids’ mental health.  I’ve repeatedly told her about Jason’s body banging.  She agrees it is an act of self-mutilation, which is done by kids and adults who feel powerless and frustrated.  Yet no one cares. ”

            “Well if we had some down-to-earth real [women] judges; preferably those with some experience of the reality of D/V, we might actually begin to see the needs of women and children being protected for once,” hissed Lol.

            “Did you know that my ugly ex even managed to get my child benefit stopped,” remarked Sarah.  He told them that Jason and Jessica live with him!  They didn’t think to ask him to prove it before stopping my benefit.  Oh no, they just took his word for it.  I’m the one who has to do the proving and who has to waste time and money on phone calls and letters.  AND he’s still sending DSS officials to see me, accusing me of benefit fraud.  This time he’s telling them that my ex-husband lives with me for crying out loud.  But he hasn’t got the guts to reveal his identity; he still hides behind this ‘anonymous’ identity.”

“Jesus, he doesn’t waste time, does he?” replied Sarah’s friend.

The world is one huge chessboard of life.  Only the players are not black v white, they’re man v woman; or is it manumits v non-manumits?” muttered Sarah in retaliation mode.

            “Real cloak and dagger stuff this,” teased Lol, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

            “Except this is no laughing matter,” said a stern faced Sarah.

Sarah was also in receipt of communications from the Law Society regarding her complaints against bent solicitor Jimmy Oliver.  Her main issues of complaint were:

1.      Mr Oliver had failed to carry out her instructions and lodge her appeal. 

2.      She was placed under pressure to sign the Undertaking.

3.      She was placed under pressure by Mr Oliver to agree to joint residence.

4.      Mr Oliver failed to request important documentation and that he lied when he said that he had contacted the Court Welfare Officer and the Head teacher.

5.      She felt there was a conspiracy between her ex partner, his solicitor and Mr Oliver.

Sarah learned that the Law Society had allowed Jimmy Oliver to crawl away unscathed because it decided that Sarah had no evidence to support her claims, that the Law Society does not have the jurisdiction to question legal advice given by solicitors to clients and that it all boiled down to her word against his.  And since the Law Society couldn’t take sides, no action would be taken.

Sarah acknowledged that it was true that she couldn’t prove everything but she told the LS that there was enough evidence to support her complaint and to discredit Mr Oliver’s defence.  She pointed out that whilst he was her solicitor there was an element of trust and she didn’t think at the time that it was necessary to insist on having copy letters from him such as of those which he said he had written to the Head teacher and Welfare Officer.

She also said that the frequent court appearances and Court Orders showed that contact had been increased by small amounts on a fairly regular basis.  In contrast, it could be seen that when her new Solicitor Davina Harris took over, there were no increases in contact which supported her claim that Ms Harris had not pressured her in any way; in fact she had not even asked her to increase contact, thus showing that Davina was representing Sarah whereas Jimmy O appeared to be representing her ex-partner.

Sarah stated to the Law Society that since Oliver had his version of events and she an entirely different one, one of them was lying.  She said she could prove that Mr Oliver was the liar.  She pointed out that her father was a witness to the fact that Mr Oliver had said he would lodge the appeal and that Mr Oliver stated that he would contact the Head and W/O.  Also, a lot of what Sarah had said was also confirmed by the head teacher, thus showing that she was telling the truth.  To this end and at the request of the Law Society, the Head and her father produced written testimonials.

Sarah showed that Jimmy O’ had lied when he stated in a letter to the Law Society: “Ms Hawthorne had previously expressed concern that her father was not providing her with support in her dispute with Gregory Potter and she specifically asked that he be present to enable him to raise any issues that concerned him regarding that dispute.”  She quoted it to the LS and pointed out that she had never said such things and that Mr Oliver knew perfectly well that her father was supportive – some of the evidence for that being an assortment of documents, most of which Mr Oliver had seen and which showed that her father had supported her in a variety of instances.  For example, he’d been with her in court and in Mr Oliver’s office, he’d sat with her during a number of sessions with social workers and other welfare professionals, he had attended conferences with her re the Registration, he’d had meetings with her and the W/O and also the MP and he’d had meetings with the police and herself.  This was all in connection with her dispute with Mr Potter.  She remarked that she suspects that he told that lie to explain why her father had been with her in Oliver’s office on the day that she instructed him to lodge the appeal.  Sarah told the LS that she was sure the ‘professional rules’ did not condone a lying solicitor.

Sarah gave examples of where Mr Oliver had clearly failed in his duty to represent her.  It was his duty to try and obtain important records, but it was evident that he was extremely reluctant to do so.   The Head and her father were witness to this fact as she had been desperately trying to get hold of them over a period of several months.    Also, she pointed out, Mr Potter’s solicitor had written to Mr Oliver: “We have brought your letter to the attention of the Court Welfare Officer …. We would suggest that if you have strong concerns, you write to the Welfare Officer expressing the same ….”  Sarah questioned why Mr Oliver hadn’t heeded the advice and also written to the W/O.  In his reply to the LS, Oliver makes the limp excuse that “It would have been inappropriate to write to the Court Welfare Service prior to the receipt of any reply, bearing in mind the potentially delicate nature of the information and its source.”  Sarah said that, in fact, the Welfare Officer had stated that neither solicitor had contacted her re the documents.  And in any case, the evidence shows that more than two months had passed since the letter from Greg’s solicitor and Oliver still hadn’t enquired about the records and this is despite his letter to the other side [another month earlier than that] stating that the records may “reflect strongly on the present proceedings”. This, she said, suggested a whiff of collusion between the solicitors, which smacked of a conspiracy.  Also, she made the point that it was nonsense and lies by Mr Oliver when he states that “there was an issue of confidentiality” as his reason for why he did not want to contact the Headmistress.  Sarah stated that the evidence was that Ms Harris had, in contrast, speedily obtained important documentation directly from the Head teacher herself and that Ms Harris had also, without delay, raised the issue of the documents with the judge.  This had swiftly led to the W/O contacting the Head and also the Educational Welfare Officer.  Oliver had not raised the issue in court despite his promises to Sarah to do so.     

Sarah pointed out other evidence of where Oliver had failed to represent her and was thus assisting the opposition [an allegation which he strongly denied], and that was regarding the Undertaking.  He told the LS that he had advised Sarah that the giving of an undertaking did not amount to an admission of guilt on her part.  This was clearly bad advice as it did suggest that she was just as guilty as Greg and this image was portrayed in a Welfare Report.  [Oliver had not warned her that this would happen and as such that it would undermine her reputation in court.  His advice had assisted her ex because the welfare officer had, naturally, deduced that she and Greg were as bad as each other and therefore that both of them were liars and troublemakers.]  Ms Harris commented that Sarah should not have signed the undertaking and that it was unfair and wrong of Mr Oliver to even suggest that she do so.  Sarah pointed this out to the LS and also stated that it was clear from the remarks of social services and some police officers that Greg was guilty of harassment and that she was the victim, a point later affirmed by the W/O.

Sarah identified another area where Oliver had lied and wriggled his way out of blame - The Appeal.  She quoted him as saying in his letter to the LS that he was “not unwilling to assist Ms Hawthorne is making her appeal.”  When asked why then didn’t he request a copy of her interview with the B/A as she had requested, he lamely stated to the LS that he “does not recall requesting and does not believe that he ever requested” it. She informed the LS that he had told her that he had requested it but that when she had asked for it, she was told to “forget about the tape.”  She said that he had told her to recall dates for the appeal [as confirmed in his statement.]  It is clear therefore that she would have wanted the transcript, as was only fair, in preparation for the appeal.  She could not at that time access it any other way.

Also in relation to the appeal, Sarah showed the Law Society evidence of more lies from Oliver.  He admitted to requesting the correct appeal form, but he couldn’t explain what he did with it.  He was quite confident that the form was not sent on to her.  [Sarah pointed out that this was a little odd considering the fact Oliver’s memory failed him in other areas.]  There is no such form in her file and her new solicitor didn’t receive it.  But her list of dates is in her file!   Also, Oliver stated to the LS that he did advise Sarah that “any appeal against DSS was not within the scope of the Legal Aid certificate.”  He also wrote “at no time did Ms Hawthorne instruct me, nor did I indicate that I would make any appeal to the DSS on her behalf.”  Why then, she asks, did Mr Oliver not send the form on to her since he had supposedly made it clear to her that she had to lodge her own appeal.  And in any case, if it was true that her legal aid did not cover her [which Oliver had not mentioned beforehand], why did he request the form?  He would’ve told her to write to the DSS herself with her list of dates.

            Sarah further strengthened her argument by stating to the Law Society the exact dates that Mr Oliver had stated to her either on the phone, in his office, in court, in his car as he gave her a lift home, and even in Safeways precinct that he would write to or that he had written to the Head teacher or the Welfare Officer.  Also, she specified the dates that he had promised to ask the court to order the release of the records.  However, despite all this and all of Sarah’s wasted time and money, she knew that bent Jimmy Oliver and bent Kelvin Boor are still free to continue fleecing their clients and the taxpaying public.  It’s enough to make you cringe.  But not so surprising.  After all, they were almost certainly manumits.  Sarah ended her communications with the corrupt Law Society by saying: “You can close your file, as you surely will, but I can assure you that the ‘book’ never closes.”  

One morning, Sarah heard a discussion on the radio about why people commit suicide.  She couldn’t resist phoning in to say that the reason people are driven to taking their own lives is because most people inhabit an insane world.  She mentioned the manumits and secret societies.  She blasted the authorities for their corruption, secrecy and lies and she began to tell her own story.  But she didn’t get far and was abruptly cut off.  The radio presenter’s last words were:

            “I hope somebody managed to get her number....”

            The truth was she had already given her number - but she phoned back in anyway with it - just in case.  However, it turned out that for some unknown reason, she was the last person on Earth that they wanted to hear from.  How strange!

            Something else surprised her.  Later on, when Jason and Jessica were returned to her, Greg stood at her door fuming: 

            “You’ve really done it now.  I don’t know what exactly you’ve been up to but the police chiefs are livid.  They’re really out to get you now.  Your kids will be going back on the ‘at risk’ register.  Just you watch.  They call you ‘the mad cow of Caroline Bay’.”

            Sarah smiled sweetly at him and said, “You can tell your police friends that I haven’t even started yet.”  Then she slammed the door in the startled slime-bucket’s face.

Sarah suffered unimaginable stress and heartache at the forced partings from her beloved

Jason and Jessica.  And the overnight contact sessions with their fiendish father were proving to be doing them untold damage.  Their behaviour was more distressing than ever.  She did not know what was going on it their lives once they’d left their home but when they returned the next day she had some inkling that something was dreadfully wrong.  The minute they came in the door they would curl up on the floor or in her lap in positions of catatonic silence.  After a period of adjustment, as if just realising that they were home and could now safely vent their pent-up feelings, they would erupt in waves of howling, crying and thrashing.  Sarah felt as if she was going crazy listening to their horrible, tragic screams which penetrated her; their voices drilling holes into her skull.   She was plagued by their deep unhappiness and distress; tormented with the knowledge that there was not a damned thing she could do about it, save for breaking the Court Order and risking immediate imprisonment and the TOTAL loss of her babies into her archrival’s clutches.

Driven by her desperate need to take definite, decisive action and spurred on into studious saving, she soon had the necessary readies to print up ten thousand copies of her booklet and fire her first cannon.

            She and Lorraine pounded the streets of Caroline Bay delivering her shock revelations for hours on end throughout endless evenings/nights whilst Lol’s brother babysat her brood.  As she poked the news in people’s letterboxes, Sarah’s thoughts were racing.  It had been confirmed that despite their removal from the Register, she would not now be able to re-register as a foster carer or child-minder or carer of ‘special needs’ children…. Ever.  She began kicking herself for not realising sooner that some malicious youth could have been responsible for the ‘happenings’ and the fire [perhaps on Greg’s orders] and that if she’d mentioned this at conference, then surely her children would not have been registered and all the consequences thereafter would not have occurred.  Then she realised that it didn’t matter who or what was to blame because it was meant to be.  Her solicitor and the social workers said that done is done and that nothing could be changed now.   The point was that she and her family needed to stomach the injustices in order to find God and to help God fight the darkness of Satan.  It was her destiny that bad things had to happen, to lead her to this point…. of tackling corruption, of trusting in God and of teaching others about God and righteousness.     

            The reactions were phenomenal; well beyond Sarah’s wildest dreams.  The public were on her side; that was for sure.  Folk began queuing up at her door to shake her hand, wish her well and express their heartfelt gratitude that at last someone was taking the initiative and leading the way towards a confrontation with the big bad bullyboys of society.  Letters began plopping in through her letterbox in earnest and the phone was white hot with activity.  People even donated money - some just stuffed blank envelopes in her door containing ten pound or twenty pound notes with no message, others donated a few quid with a few simple words such as: “God bless you” or “woman power and perseverance” or “down with evil and greed.”

            Although she lived in fear of a revenge attack, she did not receive one nasty or negative word from anyone.  It was as if the accused and the manumits had been knocked senseless and had scurried off into their cold, dark burrows; probably in order to re-group and re-arm.

            Gradually Sarah became aware through the grapevine that her word was spreading thick and fast.  Evidently lots of people had photocopied her works and had re-distributed them to their friends and family, others had taken her advice and were handing out damning leaflets of their own regarding prominent members of society.  Some resourceful souls began daubing shop windows with posters and messages.  Others left their graffiti-strewn ruinous comments on council buildings and manumit offices.  It was all quite mind-blowing.  Sarah’s ideas were multiplying and shifting like wildfire - a bit like the Pokemon effect.

            And slowly but surely word began to filter through to her about the loathed and deeply feared ‘Taffia’ - the Welsh manumits.  Sarah soon learned that countless people had become ensnared in the tangled web of manumit deceit and evil-doings.  Many of them had only suspicion to go on but the general consensus was that this mighty body of men were powerful, and.... crooked.  In their letters to her, Sarah learned that many victims had approached the media to try and expose corruption and to attempt to raise awareness about manumit activity but that all of them had come up against a brick wall.  Some ex-manumits also wrote to Sarah telling her about corrupt goings on but none of them were willing to break their silence to outsiders.  Other manumits wrote to tell her that her story had pricked their consciences and that as a result they now intended leaving the movement.

            Women wrote to her in their masses expressing their gratitude for her inspiration and assuring her that they were no longer going to tolerate domestic abuse from their men folk.  From now on many of them were going to leave their bad relationships and many others intended filing criminal charges for ‘common assault’ and ‘grievous bodily harm’.

            Within no time her message had travelled throughout the UK and folk the length and breadth of the country were demanding a copy of her booklet.

Then late one evening and totally out of the blue she was visited by someone totally unexpected.

            She opened her front door to find a strapping six-foot, blonde-haired, suntanned young man on her doorstep.  Then the penny dropped.  It was Greg’s son Lee.

            “I’ve heard that you’re trying to unmask the manumits,” Lee began, “Well I’m here to help you.  I know everything about them.”

            Sarah stood momentarily stupefied.  This all seemed too good to be true.

            “I’m one of them, you see, and I can’t stand them.  Your suspicions are spot on; they are evil beyond belief.  They favour and look out for their own.  They stage elaborate cover-ups and they are even capable of murder.  And they’ve been cooking your goose too.  But they never pay for their crimes because they are protected by the organisation.”

            Getting to grips with the realism of it all, Sarah invited her guest in and they sat down with a couple of cans of lager for some serious dialogue.

            “I’m risking a hell of a lot coming here, talking to you.  I stand to have my throat slashed and my heart ripped out.  But I’m prepared to take what’s coming because my conscience can’t take it any more and because you are losing Jason and Jessica.  The manumits have almost arranged it for my old man to get custody of them but I can’t stand by and watch my little brother and sister go through the hell that my evil father bestowed on me and Kim.”

            Sarah looked at him in shock horror.  “You know all this?”

            “Sure do.  I should’ve come and told you the truth ages ago but I didn’t have the guts.  Jason and Jessica are miserable at their father’s house.  They cry a lot and they call out for you.  It’s pitiful to hear them.  My father ignores them and leaves them to play alone in a locked bedroom.  If they make too much noise or if they don’t stop crying out for you, he smacks them.  I’ve even seen him throwing Jason into a wall and my little brother has been shaken a few times.  I even tried anonymously calling social services out on him but that was a waste of time because I was just politely told that they’d look into it.  Anyway it just got discussed at one of the meetings and one of the social services managers, Jack Emberton, gave his fellow brethren and my father his word that no social worker would go sniffing around my old man’s pad.  It was decided between the manumits that if anyone called social services anonymously or otherwise, about my father, they’d just be told basically to sling their hook.  I know all this because I was at that meeting.  They had no idea that I’d made the call.”

            Sarah was reeling with disbelief.  Now it was no longer suspicion, now she knew the truth about social services.  Also, she’d known something bad was going on at Greg’s house but now she was hearing the hard cold facts; straight from the horse’s mouth. Her stomach began churning over and tears stung her eyes. 

            Lee continued, “I don’t see the old man very often - only to keep up appearances which stops him hunting me down.  I see him in manumit meetings too although it isn’t that often.  He bullied me into joining them; he said all the men in his family are or were manumits and that you were a wimp it you didn’t join them.  My father is quite high up in the brotherhood.  He’s served as a manumit all his adult life so he’s got quite a bit of clout.  Anyway, to get to the point, I’ve seen the files that they’ve got on you and I’ve even heard them - a table-full of about ten manumits discussing you and what they’re going to do to you next.  Everything bad that’s happened to you since you left my old man is because they’ve intervened.  All the men that you’ve come up against are in on the plan.  They are all manumits.... the police officers and inspectors, the postal hierarchy, Drinkwater from the DSS, the seaboard inspectors, my old man’s barrister - MP Ed Looney, his solicitor Kelvin Boor, Jimmy Oliver, Dick Joy of DJ Developments, your social workers’ group leader - Emberton, Snakey and all the other male conference members, all the male magistrates and judges and even your own MP.  They’re plotting and scheming to destroy you, remove David and Anna to ‘care’ and Jason and Jessica into the old man’s clutches.” 

            It was all as she’d imagined it to be but the reality of the cold blooded callousness of it all sent shock waves reverberating into the very pit of her being.  She listened to Lee intently. 

            He bulldozed on, “Something’s got to be done and quick.  They’re hatching something up now - I don’t know the details but they seem pretty confident that they’ve got you this time and that it won’t be long before all your kids are taken away from you.  When they say that, they’re usually right because they have supreme control.”

            “Did they stage a cover-up over Nora Smallwood, the EWO’s records regarding you and your sister when you were pupils of Dingleton High?” asked a shocked Sarah.

            “Christ, yes; absolutely.  The bastards were in a real spin over those.  My old man was cursed by them and I know why.... because they were very damning.  The EWO reported that: Kim and I were left alone in the garden for hours after school.  The house was locked; the old man was out with his mates.  We had to huddle up in a cold shed to keep warm and we had to eat stale sandwiches and mouldy cheese that my father had left out for us. 

            She reported that I frequently received horrific injuries and that I was often off school recovering.  It was stated that the cause of the injuries was unknown! 

            Nora Smallwood said that Kim was always seen dressed in our mum’s clothes and that both of us pined for our mum when she ran away.  It was stated that Kim often went to school in her mum’s slippers and that she was always being sent home to change.  It was reported that Kim was being forced to do all of the housework and tend to all of our father’s medical needs at night.  When the old man had puked after a bellyful of grog, Kim was forced to clean it up and she had to wash his sheets and clothes.  The EWO stated that Kim had to sit with the old man during his numerous panic attacks, which occurred nearly every night.  Kim was always dog-tired.  It was even reported that on some occasions my father was so blind drunk that he urinated in his bed because he couldn’t get up.  Kim had to clean and disinfect that for him too. 

            Nora Smallwood said that the house was absolutely filthy.  She said that she’d seen mice in the bedrooms and maggots in the kitchen bin.  She also said that quite often when she paid a visit, there were dollops of dog turd in the porch and sometimes she even saw maggots in there too.  She reported that Kim and I were always dirty and wore dirty, frayed clothes and she stated that we frequently caught lice and scabies.

            I saw those reports being burnt.  That Nora Smallwood was lying about not remembering us.  She was always up at our house.  She has been silenced by the manumit masters.”

            Sarah was dumbfounded.  How she would’ve loved to have had her hands on those documents.  They would’ve been like gold dust to her.  No wonder Greg and his manumit mates were at pains to destroy their very being and to silence any potential whistle blowers. 

            “But I can see that you won’t be ‘gagged’,” she said to her hero.  “I really admire your courage.  You have nerves of steel and powers of unyielding inner strength.  God’s spirit is within you.”

            “I’ve just decided that I really don’t care anymore what they do to me for spilling the beans.  They threaten everyone that they’ll have a brother’s guts for garters if he grasses.   But whatever actually happens has got to be better than the cowardly life of lies and deceit of the manumit regime and of my father, and the sheer evil and mayhem.  I realise that I love God more and that I no longer have a commitment to the movement.  I can no longer go through my life lying to myself and being under the control of others.  I hate my father; I’ve always hated him for what he did to me and Kim.  I won’t let him violate Jason and Jessica too.”

            Sarah was welling up with tears.  She reached out to hug the son of the man she loathed. 

            “I wish I’d helped you more,” she snivelled.  “You and Kim.... I wished I’d protected you from him.”

            “What could you do?  You weren’t just dealing with a bad bastard, you were up against a secret united army of immoral, malignant men - although none of us realised it then.”

            “Does your mum and Kim know.... about the manumits?” Sarah enquired.

            “No, women are not privy to such secrets,” he declared.

            “No, obviously not; cos if women were allowed to become members, those bastards would soon be brought to book and their murky dealing would soon come to a halt.  They know they wouldn’t get away with it if women were present,” Sarah spewed.

            “Well it’s all about to change isn’t it?” grinned Lee.  “The whole world is gonna know.”

            Sarah beamed.

            “I’ll tell you something else about my father, he wrote a statement for court which he said had been written by me.  It was a damning declaration of your character and was basically calling you the liar.  And the slimy toad had the sauce to forge my signature,” barked Lee.

            “I’ve seen that statement.  Somehow I didn’t think you’d written it, cos you are too honest and I knew it was a pack of lies.  I’m glad you’re here putting me in the picture.  That takes real guts.  All I can say is thank heavens for people like you, prepared to bite the bullet and call their bluff.  You’re one of God’s little helpers, that’s for sure.”

            “I’ll tell you something else.  I’m not supposed to know this but I overheard a couple of the worshipful master in discussion.   The manumit movement is gaining strength and pace daily - it’s objective is to have supreme rule of the world.  They’ve almost succeeded now!  But there are lots of alarm bell ringing within.

            I’m not the only manumit who detests the whole underhanded illegal operation.  Loads of them think like me, especially the younger, fairly recent recruits.  The older lot are now too set in their ways, too brainwashed into manumit supremacy and they truly believe that what they support is honourable!  I won’t be the first to try and challenge manumitory but I intend to be the first to lead a movement of disillusioned and disgusted young manumits, past and present, on the road to righteousness.  The road starts when we begin to blow the whistle.  The manumits have got away for so long with so much criminality because they do not fear bad publicity - they control the media.  I’ve heard that if anyone tries to ‘grass’, or becomes a bit of a nuisance to them, that person is quietly got rid of.”

            “What makes you think you won’t be quietly ‘sorted’?”

            “It’s a chance I have to take, but how may of us can they silence?  I’m not alone; you’re not alone.  In fact there are rumblings now within the brethren because of your booklet and ingenious method of spreading your message.  They now know that just because they can control the media and the postal service, they cannot stop anti-government, anti-officialdom, anti-manumit news spreading.  They hadn’t reckoned on the will of the people and their resourcefulness; and they hadn’t realised how forceful their opposition is.  They’re staggered at the amount of support you’ve managed to generate for yourself.  But they are comforted by the fact that you and the majority of people have largely only suspicion to go on.  They’re hoping it’ll all blow over and then they can get back to business with a little help from their PR spin doctors.  But it has not dawned on them that since tens of thousands have left the fraternity in repulsion and that many more within the brotherhood are appalled at the shady dealings within and do not support its real practices and objectives, with a little push those men will spill the beans too.  Maybe they’ll even join me on a protest march.” 

            “Hey, that’d be fantastic.  I’ll be there with you all,” said Sarah, bubbling over. “They have no idea that some people have the courage of a lion.  They simply haven’t got a clue about the power of God and his angels who work so diligently through the chosen few.  The spirit of light is so much stronger and courageous than the spirit of darkness.”

            Sarah and Lee discussed the details of their plan.  Lee desperately wanted to break free of his hated father for good.  This could only be achieved by waging a full-blown war on him.  So he made a decision to testify against his father for child abuse charges.

            Sarah wanted to see as many of the guilty men as she could in the dock being tried for gross professional misconduct and perverting the course of justice.  It was a feasible motion because Lee was prepared to testify in court and he also had in his possession all the evidence of corruption that she needed.  All the explosive evidence was already in his clutches.... copies of various manumit meetings.  It would be enough to rock the fraternity to its very foundations.  And hopefully, in the doing, force other erring brethren into the light.... and into the dock.

            Sarah and Lee embraced.  Her gut instincts told her that the lid had been lifted on one gargantuan can of worms.  The manumit question was buzzing on everyone’s lips.  She just knew in her heart of hearts that since the whole system of manumitry was being challenged, the start of its collapse was already under way.  The power shift had started.  There would be no turning back now.  It was only a matter of time.  Questions needed answering.  Justice needed to be done.  The people demanded it - they wouldn’t settle for anything less.  It was the start of the demise of the secret societies, of systems of secrets and lies.  Victory was in sight.  This was the beginning of the end for Satan.

Sharon@kilby18.freeserve.co.uk