While Dr. Koziol continues to work on a number of important projects, today we will feature a video on court corruption that was produced by Larry DeMarco, the producer of the parent march on Washington docushort. The video is described below:
“In this video, we will discuss Phil Zombardo’s Ted Talk, “The Psychology of Evil,” and the direct application of his research to America’s judiciary (particularly family Court). Zombardo also proposes a new definition of a hero – ordinary people fighting for positive social change, and we will also suggest solutions for court reform and the need to for all citizens to raise awareness and support these reform measures.”
Victim of court corruption? Contact Dr. Koziol @ 315-796-4000
Unfortunately delayed for nearly two months, an NBC production crew has finally released this second in a series of alarming videos which documents widespread corruption in our nation’s divorce and family courts. It is the product of research and visits to victims across the country by the Parenting Rights Institute. Because judges are being exposed in serial fashion, this delay is no doubt caused by a scrutiny of content for accuracy.
The sampling of judges illustrates just how serious corruption has become in these courts. Many victims place blind trust in their “gods of justice” only to learn too late that they are permanently victimized. These judges were once the same lawyers profiting off of lucrative controversy to cause severe parental alienation, veteran suicides and debtor prisons under the guise of acting in our children’s “best interests.”
The time for talk, keyboarding and sermonizing to the choir is over. The system has become a trillion dollar industry with psychiatrists, counselors, case workers and countless court predators swallowing whole your earnings, savings and college funds to feed an endless greed. Children who once respected and loved both parents are taught to spy, hate and disown them with little or no cause. The alienation here is worse than the ordeals of illegal aliens being protected at our borders.
Outraged parents are wasting their time with complaints to federal and state agencies. Such parents (legally here) are no one’s priority because the state is seizing our childrearing authority as part of a New World Order. Only last month, representatives of our Institute met with a high ranking delegate to the United Nations only to learn that we would get no sympathy there. If you have survived these courts or even if you have never been to one, you are harmed in countless other ways by the societal costs.
That is why we have had enough. These lawsuits, complaints and reports are a waste when our own government does not even have the courtesy of giving a reply to so many. We have to take our case to Washington on May 3, 2019. We are going there to demand a federal investigation of these courts, to support a national shared parenting bill for an end to custody and alienation tactics, and a repeal of Title IV-D funding that is being abused to fill our jails, hospitals and morgues.
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IN THAT REGARD, WE ARE ALL UNITED.
If you would like to be a part of our ongoing organizing efforts, call the PRI Office at (315) 380-3420 or e-mail me personally at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I know it may seem strange, that there is even such a thing as a lighter side to parental alienation or court corruption for that matter. But for followers of this advocacy site, Leon Koziol.com, there is always something to gain from the ordeals and reports here.
My exposure of family court corruption caused a loss of contact with my daughters for the past five years. A very ignorant and self-loving “custodial parent,” Kelly Hawse-Koziol, continues to treat her fabrications as true, the ones that were exploited by custody and support judges to exact revenge.
Like the energizer bunny Hawse-Koziol keeps on lying to her real victims, my daughters, with no concern for the vast damage she has caused them. What could this woman cite as a win of any kind given what could have been? The money she craved for so many years would have been earned many times the level available today.
Her fateful day will come as it has for so many others to date, those engaged in this horrific father replacement agenda. In the meantime, I continue to support my girls in whatever manner I can. I do not blame them for the perjuries and lifelong harm caused by this so-called “mother” who used them for her own selfish objectives.
Nevertheless, because so much of my reform work is carried out in Manhattan, I found a purpose of my own, this lighter side, when looking for ways that I can advance my girls’ educational and career interests.
My elder daughter hopes to attend college in the New York metropolitan area in a couple years and both of my girls are avid performers at school and summer musicals. In 2017, so impressed was I at one of their recitals that I delivered a large bouquet of flowers to the stage at its conclusion. I was then accosted verbally for that by the “custodial parent” and her mother.
In America’s family courts, dads are routinely placed on the defensive. It’s as if nothing we do is right. Then they wonder why so many give up and turn angry. Such discrimination keeps the child support flowing to benefit lawyers, court beneficiaries and state revenues.
As long as the corrupt family court continues to retaliate against me by giving Hawse-Koziol full control over my girls, there can be no true father in their lives, at least not until adulthood when, hopefully, we can be re-united and free from the persecution of these dysfunctional, money-driven tribunals.
I have discovered a piano bar just off Broadway which features talented performers. Many are either headed for stardom up the career ladder or on the back side after performing in some of the finest of musicals and theaters in the country here. A few boast of billboards along Broadway which once displayed their faces. I have provided segments now for your entertainment pleasure. No charge for admission to this show.
You will note parents taking videos of some who are barely out of high school. It’s one way that hopefuls get noticed and approached by talent agents in the audience. However, many aspiring teens are victims of parental alienation tactics. As such, they struggle to find their way here in New York City.
You will also see portfolios which these performers bring to the stage pianist. Extraordinary aspects of my visits to this place include the bartenders and wait staff who join the singers while working. It is a great way to make contacts just in case my daughters need them some day. They don’t teach that in school.
Should those who commit child alienation for money be sent to prison? Should custodial parents who abuse our courts and laws to eliminate a mom or dad from a child’s life be sent to prison?
It’s a pretty straight-forward question with a logical answer. I mean, what’s the real difference between a criminal kidnapping and a legalized one that puts vast amounts of money in the pockets of its perpetrators? Isn’t the result the same?
Except that under our dysfunctional custody system, it’s the victims who are criminalized and sent to jail. They call it “child support,” but ransom is a better term when a parent is removed from a child’s life.
The money is tax-free to the recipient and not based on a child’s needs. And there’s no accountability on how it’s spent. So why wouldn’t a “custodial sociopath” lie, extort and even cause the death of her victim to win an entitlement like this?
Hey, here’s an answer. Let’s organize to promote legislation that criminalizes parent alienation. I mean after all, when a father fails to pay child support, mom is quick to demand jail time. If she commits perjury to get that “support,” dad should be allowed to put her in prison.
A crime justifies a jail term much more than a money debt, right? And wouldn’t that drastically reduce the number of fraudulent petitions which waste the time and resources of our courts? Oh but shucks, that would also drastically reduce fees and revenues for lawyers and judges. It’s also why shared parenting laws have failed time and again.
As a former city legislator and corporation counsel, I’ll do the bill drafting for this new crime against parent alienation. It’s got to be “gender neutral” of course just like family courts are with 85% of child support payors still fathers. Hey, I didn’t make that up. It comes from the U.S. Census Bureau.
However I will not do the sophisticated work without proper support and resources. You need to share this post and help me get such a campaign going. Or you can just keep “raising awareness” from the comfort of your homes to no one who cares about your children or your court case.
Parent alienation is a serious and growing epidemic. We have a duty to act for the sake of our children and future generations. When a mom like Kelly Hawse-Koziol relentlessly submits false sworn statements in a desperate attempt to win “custody” and tax-free support, she is not even reprimanded.
To give you a first hand look at how serious this epidemic is, I came across two victims this past week alone. They were not parents, they were the truly innocent ones. A sixteen year old with the same first name as my eldest daughter was a popular, athletic, honor student at Rome Free Academy. After citing her accomplishments, she broke down crying because she had no dad to share them with. Her mom could only blame it on dad’s girlfriend who had no real issues that I was given.
In another case, the victim was working her way through college as a bartender. She saw my recent advertisements and disclosed how she had lost her dad because mom put him in jail on two separate occasions for “child support.” He apparently could not take the biased court abuse any longer. When it happened, the daughter confronted that mom about where she was spending the money which was supposed to be for her benefit.
In a third case years earlier, a policeman dad leaving support court decided to take the law into his own hands. He committed a murder suicide leaving four children without any parents. The best they could do is call him crazy, start another campaign against domestic violence and disregard underlying causes.
To both girls, I replied that my daughters were alienated so badly, neither has even called me in years. There are no rational excuses for this when I have never been accused of abuse, neglect or criminal behavior. Kelly Hawse-Koziol did it all for the love of money, not her children. Now you have to be a real sociopath to make this your greatest accomplishment in life!
Thanks to all who have purchased my book, Satan’s Docket, and responded to my request for information to explain the real reason why Kelly Hawse-Koziol was allowed by “family court” to end all contact between me and my daughters for a period of four years. Since 2006, she has lied, perjured herself and had all her offense petitions thrown out in a scheme to have me replaced by a childless millionaire named Joseph Flihan Jr.
After exposing her misconduct and that of this “boyfriend,” I was nearly run over by a black Cadillac recently. Fortunately a witness caught the whole thing, and I am adding the incident to my reports. You may recall how former Georgia Senator Nancy Schaefer was mysteriously killed after publishing her own book and exposing family court corruption. Rest assured in my case, should this happen, it will be no accident or self-inflicted wound. We’re talking big money here that is being threatened by judicial whistleblowers like me.
Now I have no idea what my daughters are doing, and Hawse-Koziol has brainwashed them to make no contact with me for years now. Even life term prisoners get better treatment while I have never even been accused of a crime, abuse, neglect or alcohol related incident. King was disqualified as our judge last year after I exposed his alcohol habits at a local tavern with his children present. In my case he condemned me for a “prohibited alcohol related gesture” (a wedding toast).
But the loss of my daughters has never been corrected so I must treat it like a missing person case. Obviously something other than a “child’s best interests” must explain why so many lawyers and judges are quietly backing this father replacement agenda. My recent book, Satan’s Docket, lays out much of it in Part Two. But now with my full page ad series in our regional newspaper and radio programs, I have received extensive information which is being followed up on together with a request for a federal inquiry.
For example, only yesterday, a group of Frankfort-Schuyler high school graduates informed me of some additional antics of Kelly Hawse-Koziol as their former teacher. When the subject of my ads came up at a spontaneous gathering with a former client, these girls (ranging from 21 to 25 years of age) asked me who my ex-spouse was. When I responded, they broke out with uncontrolled laughter citing how they learned nothing from her.
Stories abounded regarding a poodle and e-bay preoccupations, the Nile River flowing south and a resume with numerous grammar errors. But my greater concern was the activity during field trips at the back of the school buses. If you have more information, kindly share it with me. I have maintained confidentiality with informants on request.
Other information recently obtained include activity inside a bar known as the Great Laker Inn, Oswego, New York, apparently a hang-out of King’s replacement judge, James Eby. I was chastised by family court lawyers for seeking removal of another custody judge, Brian Hedges, but everyone went silent when he admitted to sexual abuse of his five year old, handicapped niece. This pedophile judge was then removed altogether from the bench.
These are disclosures which can protect not only my daughters but other children as well. Unfortunately one of my information sources passed away recently from a drug overdose. Other informants will not sign affidavits which I must have to make a solid case. So if you or someone you know can share information about Kelly Hawse-Koziol, Judge James Eby, Judge Daniel King, and Joseph Flihan Jr., his restaurant supply business or his parties at a camp near Old Forge, it will be crucial for you to share it with me at (315) 796-4000.
If you’re a regular follower of the parenting blog site, Leon Koziol.com, you probably recall seeing that cartoon judge we’ve posted from time to time, the one yelling down at some mom or dad, barking out orders on how we should raise our children. Some of you may have thought we were referring to my pedophile custody judge, Bryan Hedges, 20 NY3d 677.
No, it turns out we finally found this guy. He is a family judge in Oswego, New York named James “Dweeby” Eby. The nickname connotes his spineless nature in line with his chief judge in Syracuse, James “Bond” Tormey who was successfully sued for $600,000 by his chief family court clerk for improperly directing her to conduct “political espionage,” Morin v Tormey, 626 F.3d 40.
Yeah, hard as these cases are to believe, you learn about them here. We don’t make things up at www.leonkoziol.com. It led me to offer an early release version of my book, Satan’s Docket, a real world look at the corruption which is growing in our nation’s divorce and family courts. You can get a copy at www.parentingrightsinstitute.com along with other valuable fee saving services.
We also use the term “dweeby” because it assists in the pronunciation of the last name. Dweeby Eby is the 37th judge assigned to my 12 year originally uncontested divorce after so many predecessors were removed for bias, corruption or other reasons. He simply took up where disqualified judge “Kangaroo” King left off by continuing to harass me using my daughters in retaliation for my judicial whistleblowing activities. I have been kept out of their lives for over 1,500 days, nearly four years!
I have never been found to be unfit as a parent, no report has ever been made, let alone investigated by child protection agents, and I have never been accused of any crime or alcohol related incident. All offense petitions including King’s gag order were thrown out after I sued him in New York Supreme Court. Meanwhile heroin addicts were being reunited with their offspring.
The “dweeb” was not about to clean up the mess. He was simply going to show “who’s boss” by continuing with this judicial retaliation agenda. So evil was he, instead of conducting a teleconference like his predecessor judges, he forced the parties to make a 180 mile round trip to a family courthouse at Lake Ontario for arguments on a decision he had already completed. Pure harassment! And you taxpayers paid for the judge-appointed child attorney, William “F. Lee Billy” Koslosky.
In my book, I detail how Eby had it in his mind to finish me off once and for all. Here is the relevant closing paragraph of my last Chapter 22 titled “King Eby” in Satan’s Docket:
Although my girls live only a few miles away, I will continue to be denied interactions with them due to these sick conditions. We are entitled to genuine family relationships under our human rights laws. Recalling the way King Eby stared me down on that dreary morning in Syracuse, I could only imagine what he wanted to say regarding my crusade for justice. He reminded me of Emperor Commodus in that movie staring down the Gladiator after so many thugs were slain in defiance of tyranny at the Roman Coliseum. This petty tyrant in a robe probably wanted to say:
Well the day has finally come, the earliest release of my startling new book to be formally published later this summer regarding divorce and family court corruption. I am making the opening chapter available at no charge as a gift to all loving dads on Fathers’ Day 2017. Please share it freely.
Last year, I was joined at this time by a doctor, dentist and engineer from different parts of the country on the steps of the United States Supreme Court. We conducted a news conference in support of a first-ever shared parenting case.
Today, one year later, fathers continue to be discriminated and oppressed in these courts. Nothing has changed in decades while other equality movements have achieved great strides. Gay-lesbian rights, for example, have long passed us by.
Due to my continuing stand, judicial whistleblowing and a pretend mother seeking to replace me with a millionaire father, I will not be able to see my daughters this Fathers’ Day. I have never been found to be unfit, never charged with any crime, never a child abuse report. The public is witness to my model parenting.
Since my testimony before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption in 2013, I have received no phone calls from my teen daughters. This form of cruel and unusual punishment is un-American and unprecedented from a human rights standpoint. My book is the foundation for a renewed crusade against the injustice.
The pretend mother, Kelly Hawse-Koziol, has gone to the extreme of alienating my children in every way. Sadistic judges and lawyers bent on revenge have joined her sick agenda. Together they have managed to eradicate every aspect of the paternal family in a manner which would impress Adolph Hitler himself.
The opening chapter of this book is my response. It is highly relevant to that alienation and should inspire all to action. The events you will read are shocking but true, backed by footnotes and voluminous files. Help me promote this three year project any way you can for the sake of similar victims. Unity is sorely needed.
The complete 100,000 word manuscript has been offered to New York’s high court for protection from ongoing censorship by an unethical ethics committee whose chief counsel and deputy lawyers resigned quietly due to falsified time sheets. The book relates my ordeal and that of many others I met in a nationwide reform effort.
Nearly every paragraph, phrase and word contained in this literary work carries with it special meaning for the more discerning reader. It can easily be missed. However every segment of this chapter is fleshed out with increased intrigue in the 20 chapters which follow.
Happy Fathers’ Day !
Return to Paris
Cumulous clouds were advancing toward the Maginot Line as our jet engines announced their approach to Charles de Gaulle Airport. Out of curiosity, I squinted northeast toward those extensive fortifications as we made another swing over Paris.
Somewhere out there was a barn where my father had been concealed when that Line proved ineffectual to Hitler’s invasion. Somewhere out there my dad was returned to the war against the Nazis during the liberation of France.
His name was Louis, and after that war he wanted no more of the horrors he had survived in Europe. He ended up raising a family in the United States, land of liberty as he loved to call it, never imagining that his son would one day return here to escape persecution in America.
That may seem implausible to you, but it was occurring on this very flight. I’ll explain as we go along. For now, it’s the paradox of my bizarre journey through a lucrative court system, a conscientious stand against my profession and an evil which has lurked there for too long.
As I peered out the fuselage, thoughts of my predicament overshadowed the grandeur of the city below. Still incomprehensible was my pending status as a fugitive from justice, or more precisely a victim of injustice, a whistleblower not unlike Edward Snowden or Julian Assange. The main difference is that I hadn’t even been accused of any crime. I was no threat to national security.
As insane as that paradox in the clouds, my only crime was that I wanted to spend more time with my precious daughters during a divorce case. While committing that crime, I was forced to expose the real ones in a government industry that was extinguishing parenthood as we know it. The shocking events you will now read about comprise the retributions which followed.
This was a continuing ordeal after ten years. Its perpetrators figured that no human could sustain such abuse for so long. Who would believe it anyway? Like Nazis in the day, they labeled me, seized my children, ruined my livelihood, and subjected me to a form of house arrest. Ultimately I would succumb to a stroke, breakdown or untimely death. I would simply vanish along with my judicial whistleblowing. Judicial waterboarding is the way I put it before the Supreme Court.
My dad endured five years in a Nazi camp after drinking urine from the floor. I’m not Jewish as that might suggest, but between his stories and genetics passed down, he no doubt influenced my own ability to survive. There were gang fights and race riots during my boyhood, high school football when corporal punishment was standard procedure, legal hazing in my college fraternity, law school in greater Chicago, a death defying event on a mountain and the 2016 elections.
Alas, this would be a walk in the park, or so I thought. Instead, with all the trappings of a Dixie lynching, it became anything but a routine divorce, beginning innocently enough in a city called Utica, New York. In my worst nightmares, I never imagined fleeing oppression in my homeland, seeking protection at the United Nations, on the lam in Lake Placid, addressing national media at a murder scene in South Carolina, sheltered on an island in the Pacific Ocean and now here.
I was not on some honeymoon. I had already done that in Paris and could never have planned for this. If only I could’ve avoided it altogether. But a prominent black minister in Manhattan declared this to be my destiny. So here I am, whatever he meant, and it did turn up shocking proof of judicial corruption that would make John Grisham cringe. If there was a destiny, it was shared by every mom and dad descended from the beginning of humanity itself.
For all the injury I sustained, this could have been the ride of a lifetime. But I had stirred a hornets’ nest, and in no small way, exposing the raw underbelly of a child control syndicate, a judicial forum where countless parents were summoned to resolve sensitive family matters only to be treated like common criminals. It took my case to our highest court where I filed for disqualification of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg due to her politicking from chambers.
An accomplished civil rights lawyer, I was naturally drawn to challenge the heartless seizure of children in our third branch of government. That’s the true definition of divorce court. Family court was its evil child where the real carnage occurred. After a two year separation without incident, everything was promising for my daughters. That’s when an invasion was launched by judges and lawyers anxious to conquer my world in a parenting environment they did not belong.
A Supreme Court justice had this to say about America’s family courts: “Under our Constitution, the condition of being a boy does not justify a kangaroo court.”  But that was 1967. An erosion of parental authority since then has changed his pronouncement to the condition of being a father or career mom which does not justify the stigmatizing classification of “non-custodial parent.” We are now a society living under the yoke of an increasingly fascist system of child control.
Proof of this remains viciously censored or masked by highly convincing propaganda. The state dictates to the parents that it is acting at all times in “the best interests of the child,” an utterly preposterous, if not fraudulent claim, before it bankrupts them in a protracted custody or support battle. It creates and then fuels an incendiary contest over one’s offspring only to reap huge profits from the crimes, domestic violence or emotional trauma which predictably results.
Victims who oppose this centralized power face the prospect of losing their children, their careers or imprisonment without due process or jury rights, all of it orchestrated under “the law.” It was the common denominator of so many parental advocates I came across during my reform efforts across the country. Victims could not fathom what was truly happening to them while being subjected to investigations and examinations for every indiscretion or human error.
This easily abused “best interests of the child” standard remains the weapon to achieve all sorts of unconscionable outcomes. Our children are effectively controlling their parents now under this system, an inverted order of childrearing as I described it in my reports. Moms and dads under constant threat of losing “custody” are spoiling these children while surrendering their natural authority to parenting figures more focused on self-service than genuine parent-child relations.
That was the essence of my public message and the principal reason for persecution by my own government. It was certainly not a novel message but one which had never been so vigorously promoted by a lawyer and parent singularly qualified to achieve overdue court reform. The targeted evil had roots in feudal England where the King declared his sovereign power over all children. That edict was adopted by divorce courts here despite its clash with our Constitution. 
It gives pause for parents to reflect on a state leader who understood this power and exploited it over time to wage the most horrific war in human history:
The state must declare the child to be the most precious treasure of the people. As long as the government is perceived as working for the benefit of children, the people will happily endure almost any curtailment of liberty and almost any deprivation.
The result here was not so much a military war machine as it was a custody war machine to raise revenues and fees, to invade every aspect of our private lives, exercising power that would make the NSA, CIA and IRS envious. To be sure, a veteran family judge condemned the targeted evil long ago. Judge Dennis Duggan bucked his judiciary by refusing to continue use of degrading terms such as “custody” and “visitation.”  Here is how he justified his revolt against the state:
At the outset, the Court notes that the terms ‘custody’ and ‘visitation’ have outlived their usefulness. Indeed their use tends to place any discussion and allocation of family rights into an oppositional framework. ‘Fighting for custody’ directs the process towards determining winners and losers. The children, always in the middle, usually turn out to be the losers…
This Court has abandoned the use of the word ‘visitation’ in its Orders, using the phrase ‘parenting time’ instead. If the word ‘custody’ did not so permeate our statutes and was not so ingrained into our psyches, that word would be the next to go… This misplaced focus draws parents into contention and conflict, drawing the worst from them at a time when their children need their parents’ best.
Duggan evaded the core problem in his decision, that elephant in the courtroom known as “profit motive.” Still he was precipitously close to triggering vital reforms. It was no surprise then that his decision was quickly reversed on appeal, and despite similar condemnations in a 2006 judicial report,  the inflammatory depictions of mom and dad have survived. In my own reports, I urged that such terms were more appropriate for prisons and funerals, not parent-child relationships.
Our federal government remains a major cause. A bevy of bureaucrats has become the super-parent of American society through coercive funding laws. Enamored with wars declared on every kind of issue to incite tax hikes, they have managed to convert sensitive family disputes into rewarding public battlegrounds bleeding with militaristic decorum. These courts are now overflowing, judges so overwhelmed they delegate their entrusted duties to outsiders who complicate ready solutions.
My credible reform message threatened this gold mine. It was one that might take flight with social and secondary media. Hence it had to be eradicated from its inception. Suddenly I was a one man fighting machine according to a talk show host in Florida. I had silent supporters, parents and concerned citizens who could navigate beyond the propaganda of a self-regulating court system. But they were intimidated, and this was also a prophesy of sorts which made me more of a nemesis.
During my reform crusade, I explained how power brokers were laying a foundation for the New World Order through this custody institution. Orchestrated court conflict was being exploited to show parental incompetence and the justification for an eventual state take-over of childrearing. It was following the lead of compulsory education and how that became institutionalized. Along the way, collateral damage to our economy was immeasurable through declines in worker productivity.
They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but here the power brokers possessed both. My message was not extreme as my persecutors would claim. It was backed by true experts unaffected by the bottom line, billable hours or fictional justice. However, it was also a blow to the egos of lawyers who just didn’t get it, infected by a delusional belief that they were protecting children while profiting handsomely from our misfortunes. And that meant I had to be crushed like a bug.
Their agenda began with the usual spineless deflection from duty when a serious wrong is brought before our courts, one which threatens big money interests. Divorce lawyers, child attorneys, diverse psychologists, case evaluators and forensic experts were only some of the beneficiaries I extolled as court predators. They were exacerbating an epidemic for profit, one that was triggering suicides, serious health issues and human rights violations. It was the Goliath I was out to slay.
Unrealistic perhaps, but there were weapons in my arsenal. I had an unblemished professional record, won substantial recoveries, defeated high profile law firms to invalidate a billion dollar casino compact,  set free speech precedent as a city corporation counsel, New York Times sent reporters to cover my campaign for Congress, and Morley Safer traveled to my law office for an interview featured on 60 Minutes.  How could they discredit all that and more? Well they did.
Still, someone had to make this stand for the sake of our children and future generations, or at least go down for something more than personal gain. It is also said that a hearse comes with no trailer hitch. You can’t take your belongings to an afterlife. In this cause, I had found my life’s purpose, a way of helping people long after my time on this earth was over. Everything in my being had finally come together. Every child in every location was now my moral client.
Unfortunately, Goliath was a trillion dollar industry, and what few protesters I could find appeared traumatized by it. My own ordeal was triggered by a judge who refused to hear my arguments against the antiquated entitlements of Title IV-D of the Social Security Act. In lay terms, this was the Child Support Standards Act which required the naming of a “custodial parent” for state courts to receive federal funds. It also incited highly profitable custody wars.
I was shocked by the number of lawyers who had little or no idea how this law operated to fill their bank accounts. More disturbing, I could easily track the severe harm it inflicted upon everyday society, a veritable Titanic yet to collide with destiny and over-occupied by families originating from all parts of the world. They included stowaways from our schools, homes and workplaces routinely hauled into family courts as needless witnesses to the carnage.
Couldn’t these people see the pollution billowing out of those judicial smokestacks? With so much focus on global warming, homeland security and industrial flight, how could they glide so casually over an “inconvenient truth” at the root of so many other societal problems? With more than 300,000 lawyers in New York and California alone, this pollution was growing by the day. These elusive predators made their living selling conflict in a childrearing niche foreign to their trade.
Crucial reform was therefore long overdue, but my divorce judge was nearing retirement. Hence, it was no surprise that he was mired in the stereotypes of a distant past, when moms stayed home and dads worked to support children. He would shoe horn me into the degrading “non-custodial” category and presume that anything else I did was irresponsible. That’s before he was replaced by thirty-five trial level jurists by the time I wrote this book, unprecedented in judicial history.
Due to my exposure of court corruption, a systemic prejudice had arisen, requiring a venue change. When that was denied, it left me no choice but to move for disqualification of each newly assigned judge. I also urged that fathers remained victims to this last bastion of institutional discrimination due to the lucrative nature of the custody mandate. Shared parenting was a preferred model but this judge was not about to risk his reputation to do the right thing.
Instead he punted, referring me to the legislature for reform. Hence, you might say this entire ordeal was court ordered. That I should single-handedly seek a judicial remedy in a legislative assembly was like directing a mechanic to repair a car in a bakery. Any lobbying effort would require my exercise of free speech against my profession. Before a lawmaker could sponsor a bill to change a custody statute, his constituency would need to be convinced the old law was flawed.
When I aspired to do exactly that, it was the judiciary which opened fire on my free speech in the forums where constitutional rights were supposed to receive their greatest protection. My plain exposure of the flaws was so offensive that a family judge threatened to have me removed not only from “his” court room, but the public courthouse altogether. When that failed to intimidate me, he issued a gag order which was removed after I challenged it in New York Supreme Court.
A legislative solution was a herculean task and my divorce judge knew it. Shared parenting bills had been routinely squashed by powerful special interests because they threatened predator profits. So, like the abortion right, I pursued the fast track through our courts, insisting quite logically that the much older parenting right which enhanced life deserved at least the same protection as the one which destroyed life without having to go before a gridlock legislature.
New York was widely known to have the most dysfunctional legislature in America.  Reputable studies declared it, record late budgets proved it, and even legislators sought re-election on that theme, condemning one ethics commission after another for their impotence. I testified before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption seeking to dissolve the “window dressing” Commission on Judicial Conduct. Instead it was the Corruption Commission that was shut down.
The futility of seeking a judicial remedy in our legislative branch was as obvious as the abortion bills were prior to Roe v Wade. No, this was not my Goliath. Such a deflection would not work on a lawyer who had held office in all three branches locally. Defamatory court decisions under the protection of judicial immunity would not dissuade me either. The best way to relate my crusade is by quoting former New York Senate Leader Joseph Bruno from his book, Keep Swinging. 
As one of the few survivors of federal criminal prosecutions against prominent state legislators, Joe chronicled thirty years of corruption, dysfunction, and budget impasses during his long tenure. Here is what he concluded before his conviction was set aside due to intervening precedent from the Supreme Court:
You’d get no argument from me that the New York State Senate and Assembly were in dire need of ethics reform. Yet if the citizens of our state ever got around to demanding those changes, it would behoove the people to pay special attention to the behavior of prosecutors and judges who cared more about making a splash in the media than they did about justice.
Well this book is about justice and that “special attention” from our citizenry, a collection of shocking stories which reduced a prominent lawyer and model parent into a bankrupt fugitive. It explains why Joe suffered as he did in court after remaining oblivious to all those citizens who complained before the very commissions he helped create. It details the potential consequences for those who truly care about abused children and seriously act to reform our courts.
It is also a story of love and devotion. You can send a man across the world and he’ll sacrifice his life in the war on terrorism, you can cultivate domestic violence through draconian laws and he’ll risk himself again in the name of public safety, you can even resurrect debtor prisons for child support and he’ll do his time under protest, but never come between a daddy and his little girls. Even when they’re ninety years of age, he’s busy constructing mansions for them in heaven.