Yes it did happen, an alienating parent, Kelly Hawse, was so evil in her quest to replace a father for money and status that she was recommended for an exorcism in New York Family Court. It happened in my own divorce case in 2011, the same year that my custody judge was accused and later banned from the same family court after admitting to sexual abuse of his handicapped five-year old niece, Bryan Hedges, 20 NY3d 677 (2013).
Although it may have appeared extreme at the time, this recommendation, made in a third-party affidavit, has been justified repeatedly ever since. I have spent more than 30 years in these courts, 23 as an accomplished trial attorney, 15 as an alienated “non-custodial parent,” and I have yet to see anything like the evil which has matured here. How could a biological mother work so ferociously and so long to destroy exemplary father-daughter relationships?
Syndrome, Symptom or Satanism: How Can Parent-Child Alienation Be Rationally Explained?
This exorcism event may not stand for any legal precedent, but its evolution could help victims better understand parental alienation. A growing outcome of an antiquated child custody system, it has proven to have no remedy or loss compensation in either federal or state court. Many observers, qualified or not, have focused on a complex analysis, but as you should discover here, parent alienation is really quite simple and begging for overdue reforms.
Parent Alienation Syndrome
The needless destruction of parent-child relationships in divorce and family courts was recognized early on by a psychiatrist, Dr. Richard Gardner, during the 1980s. He gave it the name Parent Alienation Syndrome (PAS), and despite its popular recognition, this syndrome was never accepted by Gardner’s profession. Meanwhile, hundreds of conditions in its DSM manuals continue to be employed in custody evaluations for insurance purposes.
Parent Alienation Symptom
Similarly, the same courts have refused to give this horrific condition any meaningful acceptance. To answer this abdication of duty, I have asserted in my reports and legal briefs that parental alienation is neither a psychological condition nor a syndrome of any kind but a symptom of a dysfunctional process focused more on lawyer profits and court revenues than the so-called “best interests” of our children.
Parental alienation is, very simply, the by-product of a toxic and adversarial court system. Our federal government rewards it by the number and size of support orders it issues. Parents are therefore required to name a “custodial parent” as a condition for a lawful separation or divorce not because it advances any child interests but because it yields untold profits and billions of dollars in performance grants under Title IV-D of the Social Security Act.
This yield sabotages overdue reforms while creating an inherent or systemic bias among jurists who are given the financial incentive to manufacture as many “custodial parents” as possible while ruling against their “noncustodial” counterparts. This, in turn, incites emotional outrage among the inferior parents who rightfully feel discriminated and abused by a decisional process that they are not properly acclimated to by their legal representatives.
Such grants are not justified when this two-caste framework is replaced by a co-parenting one where parents are treated equally under our Constitution. This would produce vast harm to to a giant bureaucracy built on support collections and court battles. It also explains why shared parenting legislation is opposed by special interests and bar associations across the country. Such opposition is mindless given the collateral damage which the outdated system produces.
The arbitrary custody mandate can transform a cooperative child rearing environment into a barbaric contest reminiscent of the Roman Coliseum. Over time, it can create monsters among parents and children alike. In my newly published book, Whistleblower in Paris, I document the carnage with numerous examples of child homicide (i.e. Gabriella Boyd), suicide attempts (Alec Baldwin), murder-suicides (Investigator Joe Longo) and even a self-immolation (Thomas Ball). You can obtain a free insight on the book’s website at http://www.whistleblowerinparis.com.
Parent Alienation Cult
Parental alienation has elevated over the years in the custody playbook to take on the character of a cult in extreme cases. That cult is bent on exploiting custodial authority for ulterior purposes such as child support increases, punishment of an adversary, or replacement of a targeted parent with a preferred substitute. My case had all three but was also laced with an agenda for suppressing my public criticisms of an increasingly corrupt court system.
This agenda empowered my ex-wife, Kelly Hawse, to abuse her custodial authority to levels that exceeded rational and moral bounds. She nurtured an evil to such a degree as to permanently alienate me from my daughters. Once benefited by the standard 85% of time spent with my children under the antiquated system, she was able to orchestrate a false narrative that had me wrongfully defined as an uncaring weekend warrior and “deadbeat” dad.
The two weekends a month typically assigned to noncustodial parents are woefully inadequate to maintain meaningful parent-child relationships. Such arrangements can easily isolate that parent, reduce him or her to an inferior role model, frustrate involvement in school events and create a disconnect even among cooperating parents. But when a scheming alienator is involved, the harm could be much more severe and life impacting.
You would think that lawyers in robes would have the requisite sophistication to detect parental alienation especially when it is occurring before their very eyes. But in my case, the overseers were looking the other way as a means for punishing my public exposures of corruption and efforts to reform this lucrative custody system. Here is an excerpt from my book which exemplifies how brazen the alienation was against me:
To illustrate this aspect of a growing epidemic, on one occasion I was returning from a weekend with my girls at an indoor water park. As a weekend warrior, a noncustodial parent has to maximize enjoyment to offset the alienation process, and my daughters loved these excursions because we lived in snow country. The ex was busy with her anal routine of texting me whenever I was running late. It did not matter that her girls had enjoyed such a wonderful time with their dad. To the contrary, this custodial parent was likely incensed by it.
It got so anal that I texted back that I was in Rio to make up for all my deprived parenting time, my way of saying enough is enough. It was pathetically obvious that this was a facetious text as it was sent from her driveway, and she could verify the girls’ exiting my vehicle from her picture window. Nevertheless, to my utter shock, I was hauled into family court days later to defend against a show cause order limiting my geographic activity to two local counties.
Incredibly, a hearing was actually held on the Rio caper in May, 2011 with my children’s assigned lawyer (William Koslosky) questioning, quite astoundingly, whether I was truly in Rio while dropping off his “clients.” I refused to answer on “stupidity” grounds despite the judge’s directive to respond. My refusal was then used against me with our first forensic evaluations ordered of mom and dad. Supervision was later imposed. More on that under the subject ‘forensic funny farm.’
Other playbook antics included the scheduling of discretionary activities on weekends. The rationale used here was that these were extensions of school-related events that truncated my parenting time. Sometimes my entire period would be preempted by events in other states where I was remanded to observer status. Ever the schemer, this abuser would then convey privately, and contrary to court order, that I was not interested in the girls or their activities. A secret bond was established which lasted to the time when all contact had ended. Even a senile judge could discern the alienation agenda, but each one I petitioned would find a way of excusing it.
Coming Tomorrow: History Repeats Itself with a Relocation Concealment to Keep the Alienation Forever in Play
This author will be making a formal presentation before a Blue Ribbon Panel of New York’s newly installed governor, Kathy Hochul, on the subject of forensic evaluation abuses in family court. We will keep you posted.
REMINDER: Our next nationwide conference call regarding the Parent March on Washington is tonight, and every Thursday (and Monday nights) at 7 pm EST. Call the same number and code being used all along: Call (605) 313-4165, then enter access code 763491.
This report details how federal funds are being abused by divorce and family courts to cause parental alienation and human rights violations. It contains highly valuable information based on my 23 years as a practicing attorney in these courts, 12 years as an abused parent, and 10 years as a whistleblower victim.
A federal investigation, congressional oversight hearing, Shared Parenting Law and Judicial Whistleblower Protection Act are among the recommendations being made. It is now available at no cost by e-mailing me at email@example.com or viewing it here. That link will soon be provided.
This report should be used to request meetings on Lobby Day with your representatives and contacts in Washington. Here is an opening excerpt:
While our federal government struggles with illegal parents separated from their children at our borders, American parents are being separated daily and without accountability in family courts across our country. Under federal law, a “custodial parent” is mandated for states to qualify for billions of dollars in performance grants, Dept of Family v DHHS, 588 F.3d 740 (1st Cir. 2009). This, in turn, undermines shared parenting laws and cooperation, i.e. Bast v Rossoff, 91 NY2d 723 (1998)(attorney parents’ agreement struck down for failure to name a “custodial parent”).
Under Title IV-D of the Social Security Act, 42 USC Section 658(a), state courts earn vast amounts of revenues from our federal government through performance grants based on the number and size of child support orders issued and satisfied. Not only does this create an inherent and systemic bias among ostensibly impartial jurists, it incites needless conflict between parents forced into an oppositional framework for deciding custody, support and other disputes.
Originally intended to recoup aid to needy families from absentee fathers, Title IV-D was later expanded to encompass all “non-custodial parents,” good and bad. By lumping them together, federal funding was thereby increased exponentially. Such a performance-based program proved highly ineffective on common sense grounds alone. Parents who love their children will use their God-given liberties to advance the interests of their offspring. Instead, natural human incentives are countermanded and replaced by a rigid control structure for money generating purposes.
Federal money thrown at divorce and family courts in this way has become the proverbial gas thrown on a fire. As veteran family judges have observed, this oppositional framework leads to a winner-take-all contest that draws the worst from parents at a time when children need their best. One example is the case of Webster v Ryan, 729 NYS2d 315 (Fam. Ct. 2001) at fn 1, where “parenting time” was preferred over “custody” and “visitation” due to a system which has “outlived its usefulness.” Such terms are more appropriate for prisons and funerals, but their use here causes judges to treat parents as criminals and objects of exploitation for federal funds.
Title IV-D protects this antiquated “custody” framework derived from a day when moms were caretakers and dads were the breadwinners. From that outdated framework, an epidemic has emerged which is producing escalating harm to government, families and society as a whole. It is a silent epidemic suppressed by special interests and bar associations which benefit from custody and support battles. Federal funds have induced states to seize parental authority beyond the rational limits of the judges and lawyers they license to regulate family relationships.
The separation here is not the simple product of divorcing or separated parents. It is an insidious form of separation, far worse than the kind experienced by immigrants, because children are being programmed to ignore, even hate their parents, for the principal purpose of generating lawyer profits and court revenues. Worse yet, it is done every day without so much as a pause from federal lawmakers who, knowingly or not, funded the parent-child separations. The end result is a panoply of societal ills that have elevated government programs and taxpayer burdens.
This insidious form of separation has become understood as “Parental Alienation.” That term derives from the work of Dr. Richard Gardner, an American child psychologist who produced books and studies to show a condition known as Parent Alienation Syndrome or PAS. This condition emerged from custody and support wars featuring one or both parents abusing our courts for reasons other than the “best interests of children.” By removing the “non-custodial parent” from children’s lives, the alienator and courts guarantee a support and revenue stream.
It has become a pay-to-parent scandal, a tax on children, where parent alienation is not so much a condition as it is a symptom. It can be compared to tobacco companies which denied the harmful effects of smoking for decades to resist protective laws. Here, one entity to target is the highly automated Child Support Collection Center in Albany, New York. It has a single confidential office which rakes in billions of dollars in aid and support interest with little accountability.
Who but a terrorist declares before an angry mob that she is plotting to “blow up the White House.” That’s not just any White House, Madonna, it’s not even Trump’s house, it’s our house. Great American presidents like John F. Kennedy and Abraham Lincoln have lived there if you bothered to study your basic history. Terrorists tried to fly a plane into our house on 9-11, and here you are inciting them to try it again?
Madonna and her mobster moms torched whatever message these protesters were trying to convey in Washington on January 21, 2017. Vulgar signs, public child abuse and graphic depictions of female body parts were nauseating enough to open the ground beneath them to the fires of hell. Time and again I have been vindicated with my professionally delivered messages on this blog site. Only days prior to election day, I compared Hillary to the anti-Christ. And wow! I was proven correct beyond my worst horrors.
This is Babylon revisited, Sodom and Gomorrah on steroids, shocking open proof of the evil which has festered in American society for too long. The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King would have condemned this freak show in an instant. The women who exposed themselves most were the ones who should have covered themselves in canvass. At least the Russians, French and other healthy peoples of the world would not be validated in their criticisms of a decadent society here. Rampant obesity has become a costly epidemic which our working parents are paying for.
As a civil rights lawyer for 23 years, I saved many women careers and represented a former president of the National Organization for Women. So please, spare me the excuses and propaganda about what this was really about. It was an attack on democracy, our electoral process, religion and America itself. We now need a pro-America rally with millions acting responsibly and not sexually in public. There were too many graphic images spreading across the internet to prove our point. But the cute, innocent, little girls with the vulgar signs? It’s not our practice but we had to display two of them here.Those are the ones that sickened me the most. Where was Child Protective Services on all the child abuse?
What a disgrace to our nation’s capital and our moral fiber as a civilized society.
So you have a shocking case that reeks of injustice. What are you going to do about it? Just let it vanish without even a mention in any public record? Such apathy will only encourage more of the same, more victims and more brazen abuses of public office. Obviously our ethics commissions are not doing their jobs as part of a self-regulating branch of government. Therefore you have to rely on a private watchdog group.
Welcome to the Parenting Rights Institute and our highly monitored blog site Leon Koziol.com. Proven, experienced and highly qualified, we act where the commissions are failing us; reviewing, investigating and reporting on individual cases across the country. We do this through books, documentaries, reports and monitoring of individual cases in the very courtrooms where it is needed.
Due to positive feedback, we are now extending our period for publishing individual ordeals on this website, to attract vital interest, assistance, information and public accountability for you and similarly victimized parents. We’ve been around a long time, securing justice for those abused in our nation’s divorce and family courts. Our website proves this throughout.
We feature a worldwide following, thousands of victims, advocates and informants who could provide input and collaboration to your case or cause. So it’s for your own benefit, and that of your children and families, that you read on and share this vital message.
Never before in American history have there been so many corrupt judges and unscrupulous lawyers without accountability. The reason is simple. Our universities are turning out a million lawyer candidates a year, at one time more than all the practicing attorneys nationwide. There are more than 300,000 in California and New York alone.
That’s a lot of lawyers and they have to work somewhere. The easiest place to land a job is family court. This is where apprentices learn their trade, where law firms send their worst attorneys, and incompetents make a living off your hard earnings. They still use such propaganda as our “children’s best interests” while they masquerade as parental experts.
The ones who can’t make it in this glut-fest often end up on the bench. Once there, another gang of predators is unleashed from their cages: evaluators, psychiatrists, counselors, therapists, investigators, case workers, and even the latest concoction known as “divorce coaches,” all with differing opinions on how to raise your own children.
It’s more than a jungle, it’s now an epidemic. A Supreme Court Justice once described these constitution-free tribunals as “Kangaroo Courts”, see In re Gault, 387 US 1 at pp 27-28. No one wants to protest or invest in a reform movement, so the corruption goes on and you are its victims, a gold mine well guarded by bar associations and special interests.
Well, finally there is a real solution, a remedy to these useless ethics or oversight commissions which favor their players while targeting the whistle blowers, i.e., yours truly. It’s pay-back time for your children, your pain and your livelihood, a chance for you to hold a judge or lawyer publicly accountable here at Leon Koziol.com.
Over the past ten years, we have exposed vast corruption, traveled from Hawaii to Paris in a conscientious effort to end human rights violations which routinely occur here. Our site is filled with examples despite a gross lack of funding. I have had over 35 trial judges disqualified and helped remove a few altogether from the bench, always working on more. No one can boast such an achievement.
Now it’s your turn. We have perfected a process of reviewing case files submitted from around the country. We distill the legalese into publications on our website. To date, we have generated over 200,000 views and countless followers worldwide. This allows us to gain immediate results on any Google search of our tagged villains. Their names propagate to the top pages to bring public accountability and even improved treatment in court..
For a limited time only, we are offering to do this for individuals at a low, low (total) cost of $250. That’s a phenomenal bargain when considering a single lawyer consultation may cost you more. Your case will receive my personal attention, and I have spent over 30 years litigating in these courts. I can keep this cost so low because I am providing no legal advice or lawyer service. I am providing true justice outside the court rooms.
Administrator’s Note: This is the second of a three-part series we call the Thanksgiving Trilogy or Turkey Trilogy. The entire series was first published on Thanksgiving Day 2016. And now we are featuring each one on successive days this Black Friday weekend. With all the uncompensated work we have put into our joint reform efforts over the years, we have neither the resources nor the time to make it viral. We leave that to you, our fellow victims, tortured as you must be right now. So kindly pick one, pick them all, and make good therapy of your time by sending them out to the world. Send it to your representative in Congress or state legislature, a commission, good government group, your lawyer, media, even your parent “adversary.” Maybe you’ll be very happy you did.
By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
Okay, Hank, so they don’t celebrate Thanksgiving Day in Denmark. That’s where you proudly accepted that custody “award” from your Danish divorce judge. But who do you “thank” for that great honor today?
The mother of your child, Felicity, is dead. She took her life when you “denied” access to her infant child less than one year after your marriage in Malaysia. She jumped off a balcony in Copenhagen because she could not handle the separation. Only 33 years old, Hank, and a “brilliant” woman according to Oxford University in England where she was educated. Are you proud of your achievement? Or did you “abuse” your “power?”
Where does your child go for an explanation many years from now? What are you going to say Hank? Oh, she was “crazy?” Or should you accept the “honor” of being a self-serving psycho? The world is now in awe over your stupidity and arrogance. Shouldn’t you and your judge be brought up on murder charges? Were the grave consequences of your foolishness really so unpredictable?
I have no more time for you, Hank (Henrik Frederiksen). I will leave my fellow parent followers with Wednesday’s post for details on your horrific conduct as a “custodial parent.” Great job Hank !
Felicity Frederiksen was just another mom unable to cope with a custody order that prevented her from seeing her “baby daughter.” She recently jumped to her death from a balcony in Copenhagen, Denmark according to an inquest conducted in Hatfield, England on November 17, 2016. She left notes depicting her desperation during a divorce underway less than one year after her marriage in Malaysia.
To the judge, it was just another day on the bench, to the half pint gladiators just another day at the office inciting needless controversy for profit. To Henrik, the husband, it was a job well done on his political home turf. But to the infant and families, it was a preventable and horrific death which will forever haunt both “sides” of this custody war. Welcome to Western society’s version of civilized justice and a trillion dollar industry.
The 33 year old mother, a graduate of Oxford University, was described by The Times UK as an “exceptionally brilliant” scholar employed by the World Health Organization. She spoke four languages while my ex-wife struggles to get through one. How did this judge, surrounded by so-called “professionals,” miss the signs? How could anyone leave that court and not “honorably” take their own lives for causing such a despicable outcome?
But in the end, does anyone really care? When a victimized dad burned himself alive in front of a New Hampshire family court in 2011, they simply hosed away his ashes into the sewer. Sorry Thomas Ball, no matter that you fought for your country or were a descendant of George Washington’s mom: no media editorials, no protests, no reform. Hey it’s just another dead parent, collateral damage of a lawyer enrichment program.
Over the past ten years I have literally saved lives as part of a reform effort against my profession in these courts. I sacrificed a lucrative law practice at the hands of criminals masquerading as judges and lawyers bent on preserving this gold mine called “family Court,” an oxymoron if there ever was one. As my followers know, the retributions were relentless and unconscionable after 23 unblemished years as a civil right attorney.
A veteran was saved moments before our Parenting Rights Conference in 2011, another one year later. A mom unable to cope with parental alienation was given hope in 2013, a lecturer was turned around that same year, a public safety officer stuck around in 2014, a fugitive mom described her attempts in 2015, and a doctor in 2016 was dissuaded over the phone just in time. One dad is now a fugitive in Israel after I helped prevent a disaster.
However the losses are more grievous. A radio host and dentist who interviewed me on Syndicated News in 2010 finally took his life in April after years of custody battles. Lawyers, psychiatrists (armed with their 300 disorder manual) and other court predators should be nowhere near any “family” court. “Visitation” is for funerals and prisons. War terms so common to a litigious society must be removed from child rearing processes.
Like anything, life saving reform will take money to achieve. Unfortunately the countless victims of this corrupt government enterprise would rather protest to each other from the comfort of their homes, keyboard warriors pontificating to no one of influence, an entire “base camp” of “talkers” who have achieved absolutely nothing and more likely have made matters worse. Our “donate” option continues to attract cobwebs on this site.
Recently I completed a Public Initiative Summary and Business Plan to attract serious minded reformists. My goal is to expand the effectiveness of our Parenting Rights Institute to expose misconduct where the political oversight committees are failing us, to save victims one family at a time. I no longer sponsor any conventions or rallies because the 20 or 30 people who show up only prove to the predators that there is no real problem to fear.
If you are serious about correcting this growing epidemic and its damage to our health, productivity and moral fiber as a nation, join our movement. You can even set up your own PRI satellite operation on any laptop to solicit donors, investors or purchasers of the PRI Court Program (you earn $50 for each successful referral). My goal is to become the “Judicial Watch” for our divorce and family courts. Feel free to call our office at (315) 380-3420 or me personally at (315) 796-4000.
Dr. Leon R. Koziol, Director
IMPORTANT: Please share this post with someone you know who has been brutally denied access to his or her children during the holidays. You have friends, supporters and advocates for reform and justice more than you know. We just need the funding to save our children from pycho alienation tactics one family at a time. We require donations, investments and purchases on this site to do that. Unfortunately victims prefer to pay into that bottomless pit of lawyers and family court predators. So you cannot expect things to change anytime soon.
2008 television clip depicting Dr. Koziol’s achievements as a trial attorney prior to founding the Parenting Rights Institute.
By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
Since founding the Parenting Rights Institute, I have helped countless parents avoid the pitfalls of divorce and family court through non-lawyer assistance and personal precedent seeking actions. Here at Leon Koziol.com or Parenting Rights Institute, you will find a treasure trove of free information to help you save thousands of dollars in fees and irreparable damage to your children, livelihoods and families.
I have sacrificed everything for this cause because our nation’s divorce and family courts continue to operate under an archaic custody system which has become a gold mine for lawyers and other family court predators. Shared parenting has been routinely crushed in nearly all our states. Indeed in an article published in the November, 2016 edition of the Utica Phoenix, yet another veteran jurist (New York Family Judge Joan Shkane) writes:
The Child Support Standards Act (Federal Title IV-D) has not been modified much in the last approximate quarter century. Some experts say that it has not caught up with the realities of modern life. A higher earning parent may pay full child support even if the children are with that parent roughly one-half the time.This is because the law still considers the higher wage earner as the non-custodial parent for the purpose of child support.
What Judge Shkane carefully avoids, however, is how the lucrative custody system exploits children for lawyer profits. She makes no mention of the barbaric harm which this system inflicts upon innocent children. Instead she goes on to emphasize that child support is a right of the child not one or both parents. What she is really saying is that the children belong to the state and not mom or dad because it is the state which mandates the naming of a “custodial parent” for federal Title IV-D funding for the courts. It is the state which enforces child support through draconian practices that include debtor prisons. It is all a part of Hillary’s Village and New World Order.
I read the supplemental brief (my first reading EVER) and you have done a great job. Of course, I have my own story but some other time. From the maze of intellectual vocabulary and terminology, thank you for standing firm. I’m not sure if I believed your drive was due to the love of your daughters (after all who loves American teenagers) or the obligation of family unity. I particularly enjoyed the flagrant inclusion of unjust cases based on race, social standing and mindless radical behaviors. Thank you, in the end your daughters will love you and your fight. Your daughters will soon acknowledge your heroism and the damage will heal. And although your struggle is real, heart breaking and traumatic, your writing is captivating and electrifying! Forget about the book okay? Go for the TLC manuscript. Your story not only applies to fathers but the willful act of majesties and governing bodies to extract money from families.
It is like the inevitability of Charlie Brown to never fly that kite…. in the latest movie .. he does!
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This 2008 television clip depicts some of the David and Goliath battles of Dr. Leon Koziol as a trial attorney before retributions the same year which led to his creation of the Parenting Rights Institute. After taking on so many giants, he is now taking on the divorce and family court industry. Learn all about it at http://www.leonkoziol.com.
Well there’s Judicial Watch, Human Rights Watch, ACLU, NAACP, NOW and so many other watchdog groups which keep our government in check. But what about our parents? What group or professional truly advocates for them? Welcome to the Parenting Rights Institute, founded by Dr. Leon Koziol in 2010 to do exactly that, provide accountability and recourse for victims of our nation’s divorce and family courts.
At the Parenting Rights Institute there are no divided loyalties. We are beholden to no bar association or government agency for funding. We rely on your donations and patronage of the many professional services we provide. From investigation documentaries to book publishing services and reports to authorities, we promote accountability for moms, dads and families exploited by a court system that is harming parent-child relations worse than ever before.
Make no mistake. We are confronting an epidemic which is harming our families, health, moral fiber and productivity in the workforce. We are professionals and fellow parents intricately familiar with a full range of issues which may be causing you sleepless nights. We also retain or refer you to trustworthy lawyers if needed. But we prefer to keep you out of these courts altogether. That’s our mission, to bankrupt lawyers and predators instead of parents and children. You can even arrange a speaking engagement in your home town. So why not join us? Call our office at (315) 380-3420.
You don’t know it when you first consider a lawyer or court filing to promote your rights. But all too often, once you are in the system, you may never get out, or you may lose so much along the way. We are here to chart a saving course of action no matter how large or small your ordeal. As parental advocates, our aim is to stop abuses even if it means coming into your court and monitoring proceedings. No one else in America is doing this. Despite the censorship of our activities, we let our achievements do the talking.
Please pass this message on to those who may need our professional services.
It’s a new program to secure justice and reform for those abused in our nation’s divorce and family courts. This program features documentary investigations and publications. It is gaining popular support because mainstream media is not holding lawyers, judges and their appointed evaluators accountable. Misconduct, malpractice and exploitation of our children are being overlooked. This is one such video produced by Dr. Leon Koziol, Director of the Parenting Rights Institute. It features two non-custodial parents subjected to abusive child support proceedings and parental alienation.
This is a trillion dollar industry we families are up against. Reform and accountability are being suppressed by powerful special interests and bar associations. Custody awards are being obtained through bribes and gross violations of our constitutional rights. Learn more about it while saving your money and children at http://www.parentingrightsinstitute.com. This video was monitored by courts, judges and a lawyer ethics committee which retaliated (as predicted) to its shocking and highly informative content.
Dr. Koziol brings more than 23 years of experience as a constitutional rights attorney to people and places all across the United States to secure justice for those oppressed in these courts. He recently filed a case with the United States Supreme Court seeking a Special Master in federal court to conduct public hearings on the subject. He is asking moms and dads everywhere to sign a petition of support behind this case. You can also call our offices at Parenting Rights Institute: (315) 380-3420.
Many loyal followers here at Leon Koziol.com have been misled by the notion that my support of shared parenting made me a fathers’ rights advocate opposed to mothers. Those who truly know my work recognize how wrong that assumption is. It’s the way our detractors profit from a corrupted court system, by pitting parents against one another. Children need both.
During my years as a practicing attorney, I saved many women from false charges and discrimination. In fact one such case led to the bias of my support court judge who was forced to step down from that earlier woman’s case. He then exacted revenge by staying on my support case and finding a violation. I also was the lawyer for a former president of the National Organization for Women.
Good mothers support shared parenting even where equal time is impractical, for example due to career demands or distance. When fathers are encouraged and facilitated, children fare best in life. That much is supported by human history and expert studies. A good mother never asks a judge to incarcerate a father for back support. No amount of money justifies the criminalization of parenthood or a debtors’ prison.
This was a stand I took against my profession eight years ago which I am still fighting today. You will receive important news on that later this week. In the meantime, as many of you know, I am writing book manuscripts for those parents wishing to publish their court ordeals for posterity or reform’s sake. The opening chapter of my latest project is offered for your education and amazement below.
It’s about parent alienation and we are hoping to get contributions for its marketing phase upon publication this year. If you have a story you would like to have published, it’s no small undertaking and requires publishing expertise and court room experience of the kind I uniquely possess. Feel free to contact me personally for details and a cost estimate at (315) 796-4000. You can also help represent yourself or seek litigation alternatives in a court program offered at http://www.parentingrightsinstitute.com.
The Tamara Sweeney Story
The first time I saw Tamara Sweeney, it was at a hotel lounge in Binghamton, a small city on the New York-Pennsylvania border. The remarkable aspect of our meeting was not how hastily it had been arranged or how we drove two hours there from opposite directions. It was her captivating smile which seemed to bring energy to a collection of fatigued business people that had congregated at the end of a work day.
Outwardly, all indications were that she was a motivated woman with a sense of confidence, a person who knew what had to be done in any given situation even if she had to acclimate to new levels of competence on a moment’s notice. Behind that flare, however, I knew this was not the real Tamara. The person I knew from my readings was hopelessly immersed in a cauldron of pain and anguish concealed by layered walls of self-preservation.
Imagine yourself a loving mom who gave life to four children in five years, three boys and a girl; a parent, days filled with feedings, baths, runny noses, kissing and hugging. The number of calendar and diaper changes would confound any corporate executive. Then, suddenly, after so many promising years with their father in a dream home, these children are seized from this mom, prevented from having any contact and left without her regular guidance and affection.
That was the Tamara Sweeney I had read about in a voluminous court record, a mother who could not have imagined the level of cruelty inflicted by her own government residing in the family courts of Montgomery County, Pennsylvania. She was not a criminal and despite my search of the record, I could find no evidence to justify the severe alienation she had suffered from her offspring. To the contrary, these children were her entire life.
As she approached, that incessant smile complemented the rest of her, a stunning lady which by all indications defied father time. She carried herself gracefully exuding everything genuine. Later she would boast photos of her family in diverse settings. As I gazed upon their similarly captivating faces, I could not help but conclude that a sort of Camelot had been underway in a pleasant valley community near Philadelphia, that city of brotherly love.
It was an idyllic setting without the paparazzi. However that setting would shatter when a corrupt court system seized it, a commonplace occurrence in America today. I had seen my share of shocking ordeals, but this divorce crushed logic. Having saved the falsely accused, securing record recoveries for victims of government abuse and even managing to strike down a casino compact worth billions of dollars, this story would set precedent in the court of public opinion.
The worst of my professional experiences resided in divorce and family courts which I avoided with a plague. People separate for countless reasons but that should not translate into lucrative custody battles for lawyers. Tamara had solicited me not as a lawyer but as a writer, someone who could distill her complex case into a literary work that might capture the world, not as her smile had done for me, but to tell a story which might prevent others from falling into that same cauldron.
It would be a project which took proper aim against a court system that was destroying the very fabric of a nation. As I liked to describe it, divorce and family courts were the Hotel California of the legal profession: You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. Resigned to her fate as a victim of a corrupted system, after exhausting civil recourse to the point of bankruptcy and homelessness, Tamara would nevertheless refuse to go quietly into the night.
No, no, hell no! I could envision her declaring. Come hell or high water, the world will know the horrific injustices inflicted upon a loving American mom. Lawyer reform and judicial accountability were high on her list of objectives, but towering over it was a fervent desire to be reunited with her babies. Unfortunately time was working against her as they approached adulthood with family court processes operating at the speed of a snail.
Competing against that process was a mother possessed by human nature. After all, is the umbilical cord ever truly cut between a loving mom and her offspring? We can put a man on the moon, split atoms, engage artificial intelligence and achieve vast breakthroughs in medicine but remain unable to tackle this extraordinary human phenomenon. It may well explain why our government is unwilling to extricate family courts from their twentieth century practices.
Those same practices made Tamara an ironic victim, swallowed whole by a gender biased system which women have been protecting for decades. Tamara was a “non-custodial parent,” a custody classification typically reserved for dads. She was not concerned about that aspect of the system. It was as if she had danced around it, the devil for years, never imagining how she could end up its prey. Instead she was obsessed with the symptoms and one in particular: Parent Alienation Syndrome or PAS.
PAS is the condition discovered and popularized by Dr. Richard Gardner three decades earlier which had yet to be recognized by the psychiatric profession or legal community. It was based on numerous cases involving parents who had suffered immense trauma from children rejecting their affection and very existence for no logical reason other than a spiteful parental counterpart. It remains a condition cultivated by lawyers anxious to pit parents against one another for profit.
American society is still unfamiliar with PAS, let alone in a position to embrace it as an epidemic. It is a single cause for health issues, moral dysfunction and social ills that have claimed more families than cancer. Indeed mass violence can be traced to this epidemic, one that finds its way into our schools, workplaces and homes. Of all the issues confronting our clergy today, few are more threatening to the viability of religion itself than this one.
However, if our government and regulated professions are unwilling to recognize it, there will be no cure any time soon. And the reason for that is the same as the explanation for tobacco, energy and drug industries. It’s all about the money. But here the cancer is eating away at the very souls of our children. PAS is the embodiment of evil depicted somewhat like it was in the film Devil’s Advocate, starring Al Pacino. The moral fiber of future generations is under siege in these courts.
Tamara’s objectives must be achieved if we are to stem this crisis. You will have to read on to know how and why, what it means to you and your loved ones. This story is about a jungle filled with primates in skirts and ties devoid of a civilized conscience. They pounce on unsuspecting parents and children for the primeval purpose of filling their bellies with modern day manna, the almighty buck. Shortsighted and self-serving, they blame their victims for the harm they cause.
Lawyers, psychologists, therapists, evaluators and former lawyers on the bench are among the predators anxious to destroy relationships which could be retained or salvaged through non-litigation alternatives. As a general observation, industrialists sell products, government sells services, businesses sell both, doctors sell advice and cures, psychiatrists sell therapy and medications, but lawyers sell controversies and promises.
Of all these stocks in trade, the last is most counter-productive to families. They do not belong in a forum created to protect our children. And when government makes it profitable for their participants to incite controversy, it is the worst kind of evil. Minor disputes erupt into major ones with the words of an unscrupulous lawyer adept at abusing the system for fee generating purposes. In the end, a protracted court battle yields irrevocable harm.
Laws have been drafted to incentivize conflict in these courts. The very structure for resolution is built upon artificially induced controversy and an unsupported foundation for distributing childrearing authority between superior and inferior parents. Shared parenting initiatives have failed time and again all across America due to a universal failure to invalidate the archaic system being protected. I have described it as the “Custodial Institution of Childrearing.”
If you are not yet convinced of the critical need for reform, consider the fact that there are more than 600,000 attorneys licensed in California and New York alone with as many candidates as there are practicing attorneys nationwide. There is no end in sight to this glut of lawyers entering the market, and the least qualified typically end up in family court. This is where apprentices learn their trade and marginal lawyers can instigate lucrative controversy to last an entire career.
The archaic process begets a host of forensic additions to the mix by request or court order, including law guardians and social workers, all in the business of dictating how our children are to be raised on vague, conflicting or utopian standards. It is job creation of the worst order, encouraging vulnerable children to hate one or both parents, destroying any notion of forgiveness and praising them for spying on their moms and dads toward a new world order of child control.
Accountability is as nonexistent as the number of malpractice cases arising in these tribunals. In the medical profession, a surgeon who performs needless operations for profit is discovered through an objective review process. In family court, when a lawyer performs a needless hearing for the same reason, there is no similar review, no real measure for competent performance. The all-encompassing child’s best interests can be satisfied by any half baked participant.
Making matters worse, parents learn too late that child alienation is a damage claim that cannot be recovered monetarily like other injuries. Hence there is no remedy for the child predator disguised in professional attire feeding on college funds, retirement plans and the very shelters of human beings until there is nothing left to consume. If you are a person who has not yet been harmed by this system, you pay for it in taxes, crime and productivity at the very least.
Tamara had no idea what she was getting into when she first retained a lawyer in April, 2012 to separate amicably with her husband of twelve years. Rick Cohen would certainly not advise her properly. As with most divorce lawyers, his goal was to generate as many fees as possible. His firm probably had a performance measure based on the number of billable hours he could orchestrate much like the federal government does for purposes of support enforcement funding.
Indeed everything was working against Tamara when she made that fateful call to his law office. Even her husband was enraged by that phone call when he learned of it. Still recoiling from the knowledge that she had entered into an extramarital relationship, he was pleading with and threatening her to call it off. Nevertheless he was served with divorce papers the following month. It was a regrettable by-product of escalating abuse in the homestead.
Years earlier, Tamara had been forced to compromise her role as primary care taker when her husband quit his lucrative position to start an on-line business. Revenue projections did not materialize, and before long the family homestead and finances were at risk. She then became a breadwinner only to learn that the boundaries which she had worked so hard to establish for her children were now in ruins. Unbearable conflicts escalated as a natural outgrowth.
When a mother verifies through proper testing that her seventh grade child is consuming alcohol and smoking marijuana, it is a shock of the worst kind. A responsible parent cannot and does not ignore the vital signs particularly as grades and social conduct tank as a predictable result. Her husband responded with more of the same, parties at their home Wednesday through Sunday and abuses so severe that Tamara found herself in a closet or locked in a bedroom afraid to come out.
Her teen boys emulated such abuses. Tamara was made out to be a disease in the homestead by an alienating parent who could not forgive let alone realize how his unrelenting anger could jeopardize crucial long term relationships. Soon it became necessary for mom to move out until the situation could stabilize. But this only harmed her custody position later on. It was the beginning of her ordeal with parent alienation and the end of the world as she knew it.
When I met Tamara in Binghamton four years later, she was a mother desperate to save the very lives of her children. She was a parent running recklessly into a burning building prepared to sacrifice herself if necessary. There were many things which amazed me about her dedication but one stood out even as I began preparations for this book. The scheduling of our first meeting had to be made around her daughter’s team event at school. Everything else took a back seat.
Days later, Tamara took a call from me while watching a ball game featuring her son. It wasn’t her presence at those events which fascinated me but that she continued to promote her children from a distance while under court orders to stay away over a two year period. The tactics used against her were the same as those inflicted upon separating parents everywhere. The idea was to shoe horn mom and dad into unequal custody roles so that child support could be justified.
This was the real Tamara Sweeney heading my way for the first time at a hotel lounge in Binghamton, New York. I had read her ordeal in substantial part. Volumes of court papers, photos and diaries sent to me the prior week. Too much to digest so early in the assignment, I was more eager to hear her story first hand, to listen intently for purposes of sizing her up, to study her facial expressions and reactions to a bevy of questions I was prepared to unload on her.
This would be best achieved in a relaxed setting, carefully but meticulously executed over a period of hours. I remained in awe over her unending smile after such a horrendous ordeal which was still ongoing. Dressed casually, blond hair feathered back to shoulder length and cosmetics applied sparingly, she angled her slender figure between a pair of table stools before arriving at my tight spot. We composed ourselves when nearby patrons made room for us.
“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show after reading my stuff,” she opened with an embrace. “I got us a table over there in the dining area so we could be more private,” pointing over to a location by the window. “But this is okay if you like. I’m sure no one around here cares about our craziness,” she asserted jokingly but uncomfortably. Her smile expanded a bit as if it was even possible and her left arm was wrapped around a file that seemed ready to explode.
“No this is fine Timera, did I pronounce that right?” I answered, doing my best to compete with the noise and her pleasant demeanor. How did she manage it, I asked myself, wishing for the moment that we had made that move to her selected area.
“It’s alright, you said it like so many do. It’s actually Tamra, but I’ll accept either one. Not so picky you know.”
“The correct way sounds much better so I’ll stick with that. Are you hungry? Because I’m starved and ready to order.” I searched the crowded bar for service. “It was all I could do get out of Dodge before some phone call derailed our last minute meeting here. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“Yeah thanks for that. I’m really not hungry but I might order something light to nibble on.” Anxious to get down to business, it wasn’t long before she moved past the perfunctory exchanges. “So how much of my material have you gotten through?”
“Enough Tamara, enough to get a decent impression of your nightmares. To be candid, it is an unbelievable story so far, and I’m not even close to an overriding theme. There’s so much going on like most divorces. But yours is an extraordinary one. I have a lot of questions.”
“Good! I’m ready. Fire away.”
“No, not so fast. We just got here. Let’s have a drink, relax a bit, have a bite, and your cross examination will come. As I explained on the phone, I like to get to know the real person I’m writing about, not just the client. Your files do that in abundance. Let’s talk for awhile on the lighter side. Then when the time comes, it’ll occur naturally. This is not a lawsuit you know.”
“Thank God! You’re right,” she agreed with a sigh of relief.
I guided her to another table away from the noise and laughter. She then placed a large binder on a nearby stool, guarding it like a sheep dog over her flock. As she explained excitedly this morning, she was able to locate it after a desperate search. This binder contained a synopsis of her divorce and family history which a judge refused to review. Privately I concluded that it had not been properly offered. For me, however, it was a blessing in disguise, a fateful error of a robotic jurist meant precisely to become the book I was about to complete. Then I continued.
“You see I’ve changed my approach on this kind of assignment. Trust me, Tamra, it works. I’ll give you references. My last subject was a woman who engaged me with conflict and dictates regularly. She came across like one who could never be satisfied. There are only so many hours in a day, and if I was billing at lawyer rates, such books would never be possible.”
Tamara nodded in agreement. She knew my own ordeal after discovering my website during a parenting conference at our nation’s capital. Anyone writing her story would have to demonstrate a requisite level of expertise before she could entrust him with her sensitive files. They were years in the making, and I certainly understood her fears. That’s because I took a conscientious and long overdue stand against my own profession in these matters and was vilified on all fronts.
“This witch hunt which my profession did against me for exposing misconduct had the fate of permitting your book. And go figure, the lawyers in that witch hunt ended up getting fired by the court for falsifying their time sheets. So much for our standard-bearers of lawyer ethics. These are the same guys charged with a duty to correct overbilling practices. I don’t know about Pennsylvania but corruption in New York is a cottage industry.” I chuckled briefly.
Tamara was immediately engaged with enthusiasm over an experience she had already read about. Now she was made a part of it, joining my amusement to where her smile might reach both ears. “Oh no, once we dig in, you’ll find that it’s just as corrupt, maybe even worse in Montgomery County. Any day I’m expecting them to be exposed and come crashing down.”
The conversation was going better than expected. We were joined not only by common experiences but clicking as if we were telepathic. That’s what tends to happen when human beings have gone down similar emotional highways. We were getting more relaxed and committed to our joint goals with each sip of our drinks.
“After months of hard work,” I continued, “that woman is now a believer. I’ll play her last phone message if you like. She called her finished book ‘brilliant.’ It’s in the hands of a publisher.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ve read your work since that parent conference two years ago. I’ve actually been targeting you for my book ever since. I know what I’m doing.”
I was sincerely impressed that Tamara had become committed to me for so long before her first phone inquiry only three weeks ago. It made me realize that my hard work might have to eclipse my last manuscript. That would be a tall order, but so far so good. It was like entering uncharted waters, an unexplored wilderness, a journey to the edge of humanity, all for a cause destined to impact future generations.
We talked into the night like schoolmates on a first date. Anyone observing this exchange would have no idea the horrific pressures we were hiding beneath our laughs and discourse. For the time being at least, this was wonderful. Our mutual pain had subsided. Moments that meant everything to each of us became merged through a sense of shared identity. But the lightheartedness soon graduated to our business at hand.
Later that night I would summarize our opening session as a contest over who could hide their pain better. Talking about it here so freely and so far away from our homes helped us open up. And boy did we open up. On and on we went until before you knew it, the crowd had dwindled to a few stragglers from a wedding reception in a nearby ball room. The bride was now snuggled up to the bar with her newlywed and the rest of the bridal party was taking pictures in the lobby.
“Come on let’s get a picture of us too,” Tamara offered with sudden enthusiasm. “I like photos. It helps me remember special events, and I’m feeling real good about this book now.” She reached for my arm and pulled me into the open. We searched for the ideal location with a view from an expansive window. The father of the bride was drafted for the photo op.
We ended our meeting shortly after that. To my surprise we had talked incessantly for over four hours, never expecting to become so energized along the way. She turned over some additional materials from her file after walking me through her binder, cautioning me again that it had become her life’s treasure and a major reason for our trips here. I was veritably impressed with its content. This was a mother who meant business, and I was not about to disappoint.
As I turned for the hotel exit for my trip back home, I took note of the newlyweds embracing at the bar. I felt compelled to give them some friendly advice of the kind I dismissed so many years ago. I mused for awhile but opted against it. After all, there are lifetime marriages of the kind I always admired. Then I walked out into the night, a rainy, miserable and cold one while glancing up briefly into a black foreboding sky. Perhaps a storm was on its way.