In a flurry of recent posts, I document the judicial corruption and parental alienation which have remained unchecked in our nation’s divorce and family courts. The coronavirus pandemic has now combined with those dysfunctions to create a perfect storm in today’s society.
With closures, social distancing and home confinements, it has aggravated the alienation of parents from their children particularly in the divorce and separation context. There has not been, and perhaps there never can be, a study which reports on the number of suicides, drug addictions, domestic violence and health impairments caused by this perfect storm. However, a comprehensive review is clearly warranted.
As a civil rights attorney, victimized parent and judicial whistleblower, I have repeatedly called upon our federal government to commence this review through congressional hearings and a Justice Department investigation. It is based on thirty years of experience in these courts. Had this occurred, today’s dire consequences may have been less impactful. Instead I was subjected to severe retaliation with overdue reforms that remain elusive.
Outside observers are easily duped into believing that conflict in these courts are financially and emotionally driven by disgruntled parents. But a closer look leads to a more accurate conclusion that such conflict is typically orchestrated by unscrupulous lawyers, biased judges and a money-driven court system. Service fees and federal Title IV-D funding are key examples.
This website, http://www.leonkoziol.com chronicles more than ten years of persecution endured by me as a result of my stand against this corrupted system. I have witnessed it first hand in a number of relevant capacities and will expose certain trial level jurists who abused public office in my case to retaliate for this public stance. The abuse was pathetically obvious and supportive of my demands for accountability.
In 2009, Syracuse family judge, Martha Walsh-Hood, conducted a four day custody trial that she was unprepared for. The sheer volume of cases may have been one explanation but a predetermined outcome was more likely. For example, she directed me to cease the spontaneous presence of a pen between my fingers during objections because it was intimidating my ex-spouse. There was no complaint from her, nor a similar directive of my opposing female attorney. Coupled with other abuses, it led to a conclusion that this judge was prejudiced against men. The resulting exercise in futility caused me to exit early.
In 2011, after Judge Walsh-Hood stepped down from my ongoing family matters, Judge Michele Pirro-Bailey issued an order granting the ex-spouse my weekend parenting time to accommodate a family event. This was done despite the judge’s admission that she had not reviewed my opposition papers and without even hearing my opposing argument in court. It caused me to exit this hearing early inasmuch as my side of the case was being ignored in violation of due process. After issuing abusive forensic orders in my absence, this judge also stepped down weeks later. The orders were removed by her successor on the same record to show how arbitrary and needless they were.
On January 14, 2014, a judge who replaced the latter (without reason given) conducted yet another custody hearing during which he was caught orchestrating a record to support a second set of punitive forensic orders. Judge Daniel King resurrected them in retaliation for my testimony before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption four months earlier. There I exposed his fabrication of college degrees to elevate my child support obligations. Specifically he directed me to cease making objections (two of five were already granted) regarding my ex-spouse’s irrelevant, defamatory and hearsay testimony under penalty of being removed from the courthouse. A transcript supports his misconduct. To avoid a “contempt by ambush” I was forced to again exit early.
In 2018, a child support violation hearing was held before more assigned jurists, Natalie Carraway and Gerald Popeo. There I exposed a scheme to double my obligation for contempt incarceration purposes. A social services attorney, free for my ex-spouse, committed malpractice by failing to offer a support summary into evidence at the conclusion of her lone witness testimony. It was admitted anyway over my objections and then reversed when I discovered a $45,500 support amount paid in 2015 which had been omitted from that summary. In this way, an attempted fraud was concealed from the record.
Both Carraway and Popeo later denied me a transcript of that hearing to show not only serious error but also a fraud in the Title IV-D funding program. It caused me to avoid a clear set-up at a confirmation (contempt) hearing conducted by Popeo. This led to an unlawful support warrant, secret bulletin and “shoot on sight” threat from a traffic cop to mirror the 2015 Walter Scott shooting in South Carolina. That transcript has yet to materialize despite recourse sought in both federal and state appellate courts.
In these and other proceedings over the years I was forced to take extreme measures to protect myself. This included an absence from my daughters’ school events with an ex-spouse threatening a contempt petition each time I attempted contact. I had never been found to be an unfit parent or even accused of any abuse, but a jail term without a jury, pretrial discovery or heightened standard of proof, was not an option. With each early exit, these and other assigned jurists were able to use the ex-spouse’s unchecked testimony to issue one-sided orders that made me to appear incompetent as a parent.
Such orchestrations were rampant over my fourteen year ordeal that led to the destruction of my wonderful father-daughter relationships and ultimate harm to my health and professional career. The joint misconduct was well hidden in a voluminous record and presumptively credited due to the high regard typically associated with any person bearing the title of “judge.” In truth, it was a pretext for punishing my First Amendment rights as a whistleblower outside the courtroom.
My daughters cannot be expected to understand the complexities of this misconduct which forced me out of their lives. We had such a wonderful relationship for more than ten years, but all that was erased by a “custodial” mother and court system hell bent on money interests over parental rights. I lost so many opportunities to experience various phases and crucial events in my girls’ lives that can never be recovered. And I was forced to pay for the kidnapping with over a quarter million dollars in tax free child support paid to date despite an income capacity destroyed by draconian support practices.
This is the price paid by an attorney with the qualifications to challenge a corrupt court system. It is a price which allows the system to live on even during a pandemic, thereby harming countless parents, children and families. It is an epidemic protected by powerful interests, one that wreaking havoc upon our society as a whole. Although my sacrifices were many, they were properly directed against this system. Hopefully others will join my crusade so that those sacrifices were not in vain.
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You’ve got to admit, he’s pretty scary looking. But what he does to children and fathers in family court is far more scary. You can find him regularly in Oneida County (New York) family court where he makes a living making mountains out of molehills in his judge assignments representing unsuspecting children at taxpayer expense.
In my original uncontested divorce case filed in 2006, there was no need for family court predators like William “F.Lee Billy” Koslosky, lawyers who cannot make much of a living elsewhere. But as soon as a “custodial sociopath” named Kelly Hawse-Koziol decided to give gold diggers a bad name, she got him involved. Her life has been a nightmare since.
Hawse-Koziol will never admit the nightmare she caused despite how pathetically obvious it remains. Like a wind-up doll, an energizer bunny banging around in circles, she keeps on kicking, the proverbial “Bull in a China Closet” destroying everything that others have worked so hard to provide for her children’s futures. She hired a series of lawyers, wasted a vast amount of money without any of the child support increases she sought, and all her extortionist offense petitions were thrown out.
Now she’s at it again, repeating the cycle yet one more time. Never mind the cliff which is awaiting her. It’s the lies, her perjuries, a scorned woman that would make Satan proud. Our courts and legitimate laws are being abused for illicit purposes. And public servants like my ex-pedophile custody judge, Brian Hedges, are facilitating it.
William Koslosky is a Utica, New York attorney who has been filing false affidavits in retaliation for my whistleblowing activity (provable on the face of court documents). To date, he has not been charged with anything ethically or criminally. He was appointed by Judge Hedges to “represent” my daughters in a custody proceeding, chastising me for seeking removal of Judge Hedges prior to a private meeting with my little girls in his Syracuse court chambers (known as a Lincoln hearing).
Fortunately my removal request was granted only months before the same judge admitted to sexual abuse of his handicapped five year old niece. I shudder at the kind of looks and questions which he would have posed to my then six and eight year old girls at the time. Little did they know, while mom approved of Judge Hedges during her agenda to have me replaced by millionaire Flihan, their real dad was truly looking out for them.
The entire story is now a big seller locally, my early release book entitled Satan’s Docket. Rather than explaining segments here, I will provide the ones relevant to court predator Koslosky below so that you can learn about his kind and act like I did to protect our little ones in these sick, lawyer-infested tribunals. Please share this post with fellow parents, taxpayers and concerned citizens for the sake of everyone’s children.
Like sheep to slaughter, though, moms and dads continued to throw their money at lawyers instead of reform, as many as ten in one of my expert cases by the time it was all over. Years of cooperative childrearing can be forever torched within the span of a one hour consultation with an unscrupulous lawyer and a custody handbook.
Even the notion of kidnapping was exploited through this handbook. Due to my publications chronicling extreme cases of child abductions by desperate moms and dads, I became an instant suspect. Such an incendiary notion replete with amber alerts and other hysteria could be the trump card for custody while deflecting from the father alienation which was truly occurring.
On one occasion, I had become so frustrated by Kelly’s anal monitoring that I texted her back that we were on our way to Rio to make up for years of lost parenting time. She could see me in her driveway at that moment a half hour late from a weekend excursion. Her foolishness had to end, the courts were only fueling it, and I thought this facetious text would finally work.
I had come to believe that she was actually believing her own delusional concoctions. Yes, I was late, but there were moms all over the country by my own research and contacts who would happily give up a full hour or even a few months just to have a loving dad in their children’s lives. For them, such anal foolishness would be profoundly condemned or ridiculed.
It needs no mention that circumstances often cannot be controlled such as a storm, traffic jam or simple human failure to keep track of time. It did not matter that the girls had a wonderful time with a father sacrificing so much to better their quality of life. A prominent attorney or elected statesman was something to selflessly promote, not selfishly destroy. But this was family court where absurdities were reaching new lows by the day.
Kelly would not yield anything beyond my 0-15% of total parenting periods. As she all but conceded at our custody trial, this was necessary to keep the child support flowing to her. It left me maximizing as much time as I could when I could. If a rare accommodation could be elicited, I was required to exchange an equal amount of time from another “non-custodial” period.
That necessarily led to office babysitting and significant time lost during weekend obligations which the “custodial parent” would then twist into a neglect issue. Her strict adherence to the custody playbook incited a treasure trove of custody issues for her to exploit, a lose-lose scenario no matter what I did. And her mommy and daddy in robes patted her on the head every time.
On this Rio text occasion, Kelly could hear our daughters exiting my vehicle because she confirmed it from her living room window while looking down at her phone. She also took note of the girls’ laughter and excitement over a great weekend escape with daddy and his girlfriend. Such scenes were common, and they moved Kelly to achieve those new lows of absurdity.
After all, the courts were the places where her parent adversary earned a living. Taking a giant dump there was of no concern to her in the classroom of a rural school district. I dare say most moms would discard such a text in a milli-second. But not this one. She saw it as an opportunity to strike at my weekends, filing again for suspended or supervised “visitation” because of it. I was then forced to defend that text at a costly full blown court hearing on May 19, 2011.
It’s true, I’m not making this up. One question during cross-examination comes to mind because it is destined for the Lunacy Hall of Fame. The judge-appointed child attorney was regularly cited in my court filings to decry the fee-generating abuses of this dysfunctional system of child control. He proved it again after the conceded facts (facetious text and driveway location) had been admitted into evidence. That’s when the big time court drama began.
William Koslosky was a Fifth Judicial District lawyer in upstate New York with an arm defect who made a living in these courts. At age sixty, he was childless, never married and living with his lawyer brother (a decent man) in a log home up the road from my residence. This strange bird thrived on boorish court room theatrics.
In all those years of judge appointments to our case, he never once advanced a compromise solution. Ever the attack dog upon the judicial whistleblower, he was appointed to represent my daughters without their consent but effectively represented the judges and members of the local family bar instead, or the subjects of my public criticisms.
In a rare moment of conscience, one judge, James Gorman, removed William Koslosky from a later child support proceeding in a November 19, 2012 decision. His reasoning was that Billy would be counter-productive to a comprehensive resolution I had been proposing as part of a new career. But he was reappointed by the next assigned judge, Daniel King, despite that decision. Together with his siblings, Billy operated a small law office in Utica, New York.
Indications were that Billy had no life apart from his lawyer work and some involvement with boy scouts. In me he saw an additional opportunity to woo the platonic affection of my ex-wife. He was the Billy in shining white armor rescuing this (lying) damsel in distress from the big bad dad. In his submissions, he commended judges in glowing terms who “stood up” to me even after disclosing a childhood contempt of his own dad on our custody record, more on that later.
There had to be visions of the O.J. Simpson trial as he rose from his trial table, a fictional hoard of observers in the empty pews behind him, imaginary camera crews in suspense, and media from around the world hanging on Billy’s every word as he began his cross examination. There may even have been a Rocky theme song playing in his mind as he opened his mouth.
Now brace yourselves because, as federal taxpayers, you paid the bill for what came out of that mouth. And here it is, drum roll please! Without anything of evidentiary value for his nonexistent jury, the facetious text and location already admitted, Billy asked me to confirm on the stand that I was not, in fact, in Rio when I sent that text from the mom’s driveway.
Utterly dumbfounded, I looked up at the judge next to me and back at “F. Lee Billy,” as I came to depict him. To my dismay, they were silent with continued expectation of an answer. I ended that silence with a general objection (i.e. the text was a joke, why are we here?) I also objected on grounds of a fact not in dispute, a question already answered, and a new one I called stupidity.
Syracuse Family Judge Michele Pirro-Bailey overruled whatever grounds were on my mind. Simply unable to contain my level of disbelief, I asked her if she truly wanted me to answer such a ridiculous question. At some point, judicial insanity has to be put on the record, and that was my every intention here. Her ruling stands, she replied, and I must answer it. In protest, I refused.
Judge Pirro-Bailey could have held me in contempt. A lawyer, Richard Fine, was imprisoned for some eighteen months in California in a contempt situation not unlike mine. But privately, my judge must have agreed with me because she announced instead that my refusal would be used against me in her decision. And boy was it. She imposed the first defamatory forensic order only days before her disqualification the next month. It was quickly removed by a replacement judge.
Pirro-Bailey then directed “F. Lee Billy” to move on to his next question and the Rio caper was over, leaving Ito and O.J. terribly disappointed. This was only one example of the bombastic pleasure that Koslosky took in blowing up family non-issues into sensational murder trials. He did this to justify himself and the fees paid to him by taxpayers. The fees he amassed included needless trips to far-away hearings while one or both parents participated by teleconference.
The girls were clearly impacted by all that was occurring to me, made to believe I was somehow defective as a dad especially when the witch hunt on my law license went public. Kelly could not have succeeded with any of this absent the support of those who were abusing judicial office in retaliation for my public criticisms. Few moms would be as stupid as stupid did here
Chapter 20: Shopping with Martha (pg. 229)
After my departure from “her” (Martha Walsh-Hood’s) court on July 24, 2009, child attorney, William Koslosky, disclosed a domestic violence incident at his home fifty years earlier during closing statements. What any of this had to do with my case I’ll never know, but I found it buried in costly trial transcripts, a treasure trove of billable hours on behalf of grade school clients who could never hold him accountable. I also found fables, serious provocations and tales of horror which might be described as a love affair with a fictional girlfriend.
In this particular court case, her name was Kelly Hawse, a victim supposedly locked in her marital home (while I lived our last year of marriage at a Lake George apartment), subjected to meritless lawsuits to keep her subservient (when she filed the first one over child support which was never increased and continued with a series of fear lawsuits that were all thrown out), evinced fine skills as a teacher (petitions replete with grammar errors) and distinguished herself as a mother who loved all things (like the millionaire dad who could buy her all those things).
It was abundantly clear that Billy Koslosky was on a mission of revenge, abusing his entrusted role and tax dollars to murder exemplary father-daughter bonds. He actually had the audacity under protection of court security to accuse me of “terrorizing” my children, an accusation which if made in my presence could have sent him out the court window. Once again, fate had spared us all a disaster due to my pre-closing departure which Billy pathetically exploited.
This terrorist thing is being exploited these days by thoughtless provocateurs to advance their wallets and purses without regard for the potential consequences. Terrorists fly planes into buildings. They don’t pursue proper channels for the resolution of disputes. I visited the Trade Center ruins on the day after 9-11 to volunteer what I could to aid the victims. Comparing me to a terrorist as Judge Gartenstein had done to Professor Pappas (Chapter 3) is an assault upon my patriotism in addition to my fatherhood.
Apparently Billy had been using the terrorist depiction in a lot of cases because he also used it to describe his relationship with his own dad. As he explained it, little Billy was “terrorized” by his police man dad during a dinner argument a half century ago. Somehow dad’s uniform and gun made him dangerous. Somehow F. Lee Billy had beamed himself up to la-la land as he raked in the easy dollars. It was as if that fictional hoard of media had returned, O.J. Simpson nodding with glee, and Judge Ito ready to give Billy eight more months, if needed, to play to the fanfare.
Billy’s closing statement reflected a childhood contempt for his dad which he simply transferred to his latest target in a now infamous tragedy we call the Potato-Police Rescue.How can such a strange bird be allowed to represent children against their fathers? I asked that question before many courts to no avail. They simply looked the other way, and that only elevated the abuse in later proceedings. At nearly sixty years of age at the time, this was no way for Billy to compensate for personal defects or a lack of marital and childrearing experience. You be the judge:
One thing that I remember is disagreement between my mom and my dad. My dad was a policeman and one day he came home and he was mad because we didn’t have red-skinned potatoes and all that she could say is we have Yukon Gold, and I was terrorized. I’d never seen dad arguing like this and, my God, he’s in the police uniform with a gun. What is he going to do? So I went to the store to get red-skinned potatoes and I don’t like Yukon Gold.
If there is any purpose to a judge in any proceeding, it is to control it so that sanity, justice and civility may prevail. Wide latitude is generally given to lawyers in closing statements, but in this case, it was a custody proceeding, not a high-profile murder trial. There is no way my daughters, aged five and seven at the time, would have approved of their involuntarily appointed lawyer referring to their daddy this way. It was the appointing judge’s duty to prevent it. But Walsh-Hood was evidently enjoying this all with sadistic satisfaction. Another judge might have cut Billy off:
Mr. Koslosky, this is family court, not criminal court. What’s with all the terrorism in your characterizations of an American father seeking proper relief here? There’s no jury, and such colorful depictions will not influence me. I’ve heard and seen all the evidence as you have. There’s nothing to support any of this. No child protection agency has even been contacted, let alone involved. And I could care less about your own dad and whatever went on with these potatoes. Confine yourself to the record, and let’s move on, alright?
As stated, the adversarial custody system is archaic and utterly counter-productive to cooperative child rearing arrangements. Here we have sick proof of this, a fee-loving lawyer appointed for unsuspecting children who is throwing gas on a fire ignited by the court process itself.
One month after this closing statement, an off-duty policeman without gun or uniform in our region committed a murder-suicide leaving four children without parents. He did so with a common kitchen knife despite protection orders after being abused in the same Family Court.  So if you ever hear about some divorce victim shooting up a courthouse, understand how easily it can occur. There is no accountability for the arrogant judge or reckless lawyer who incites needless violence.
Koziol v Hawse-Koziol, New York Supreme Court, Oneida County Case No. D2004-422102; Custody transcript, Vol. V at pg. 857-858 (July 24, 2009)