False reporting without consequence

When the Department of Human Services visited, it was the beginning of the end for Mom. My brother Jeff had made a report to them, pursuant to his desire to sell her property.

From 1 July 2021:

I heard people outside and it was Mom talking with a caseworker from DHS. Somebody had complained. Jeff, we both knew.

I went and talked with Jeff this morning, at his work. I told him we got a visit from DHS. "Oh yeah, what did they find?"

She was digging around the catnip when the investigator arrived, and he didn't approve of her being on the ground, in her slowing memory. It was an investigation. They talked for a while before I heard voices and found them in the front yard. He was congenial and professional and found no basis for any of Jeff's complaints.

But there weren't any consequences.

Mom broke her hip that winter. While she was in the Bend St. Charles, Jeff made a complaint to Adult Protective Services about me. The head doctor there said it "complicates things."

In the Redmond hospital, I visited mom every day that I could. One time I called and talked to Mom and she cried. The nurse was harsh, as if she had been lied to about me, and then I was banned from seeing Mom at the hospital.

On Martin Luther King Jr. holiday weekend, Jeff and Doug sent me to jail for assault. They locked the doors of the house while I was away. It took them a while longer to get me out, but it worked. They lied to dispatch, to the sheriff's deputies, to attorneys and at least two judges.

Jeff and Doug put Mom in a facility and began emptying her house for sale.

The restraining order that Jeff held against me for a year attested that I jump-kicked him in the chest and beat him, leaving bruises on his ribs. He just made that up, and the judge sided with him (and Doug.) They tried to file a restraining order against me in Mom's name, to stop me from seeing her. The judge threw it out because she wasn't involved.

But there were no consequences.