Charlotte Martin
“The Help” is my favorite movie of all time. If you have seen it, you know that the final story was “Skeeter’s” own personal story. This is my personal story.
I have seen some really bizarre “reasons” that social workers have used to take children away from parents, like milk and juice stains on upholstered couches and chairs. “A fork on the floor” was another one. One social worker listed snow globes as a “reason” the child was in “imminent danger of harm or death”.
I asked the mother “What are snow globes?”, figuring they surely must be some kind of drug paraphernalia, or perhaps some kind of street fighting weapon. The mother acted surprised that I did not know what snow globes were. She asked if I had never seen those things that play music when you wind them up, and when you shake them, it looks like snow is falling. OH!! A snow globe! Of course, I knew what snow globes were! I always kept a couple setting around at my house, because my grandchildren loved them. (But the only time I had ever seen a snow globe putting someone in “imminent danger of harm or death” was in a movie where Richard Gere killed his wife’s lover with a snow globe.) Anyway, back to my bizarre story.
My son and I had moved to Historic Old Kuttawa, with Kuttawa Mountain right in front of our house, and Lake Barkley was pretty much our back yard. I had not disconnected my landline phone or utilities because I had let a homeless woman live in our old house that we were no longer living in. When the homeless woman moved in with her mother, we came back to check on everything. I allowed my son to play with his friends three houses away while I cleaned. Other parents had let their children stay with us for an entire week or two, and never even checked on them. NOT ME!! I checked on my son every 10-15 minutes when he was playing with his friends at their homes in our neighborhood.
A new kid moved into our neighborhood. I met him for the first time when we were looking for my son’s bike that had been stolen. I asked my neighbors if they had seen someone take my son’s bike and leave an old rusty bike in its place. My neighbor looked around and then asked, “Isn’t that a little boy down the road, riding your son’s bike?” Yes, it was. We approached the boy and told him that was my son’s bike he stole. We had never had thefts in our neighborhood until these new kids moved in. Suddenly everyone in the neighborhood was having their cars broken into. All the other parents appreciated knowing that I was constantly watching the kids.
The mother of these new kids on the block DID NOT LIKE IT ONE BIT! In fact, she called it “spying”. On this particular day, my son and his friends had moved from the front yard where I could easily see them, to the trampoline in their back yard. I saw the boy who had stolen my son’s bike join them. I began “spying” more than ever, and the little boy saw me literally hiding around the corner of the house watching them. They were taking turns on the trampoline and would count to ten and then do their special jumps.
The little boy left for a few minutes and returned with his mother. She started yelling and cussing at me that she was calling the police on me for “spying”. I told the woman that I had talked with the father of the kids who lived at that house and showed him my hiding place where I watched the kids, and he was grateful that I kept watch over them. She said she hates spies, and called the police, but they refused to come and arrest me for closely watching my child. That REALLY MADE HER ANGRY! She continued yelling and cussing me out for “spying”.
I took my son back to our old house and told him we needed to return home. As I was unplugging everything and gathering our belongings we had brought for the day, the phone rang. It was someone telling me that they had 
called me several times to tell me that I had been selected for the Humanitarian Award presented by the Owensboro Human Relations Commission to an individual, a church and a business. They were having a banquet for us THE VERY NEXT EVENING. They told me I could bring one guest, so I told them my guest would be my 5-year-old son.
The phone rang again, and it was my sister telling me that my dad’s pancreatic cancer had gotten really bad, and he had been put in a nursing home in Morgantown. I changed into an extra outfit I had brought in case I needed it, and I decided to take a longer route home to stop and visit my dad.
Then there was a knock at the door. THERE STOOD A SOCIAL WORKER BIGGER THAN LIFE! We weren’t going anywhere! I told her that I already knew that the woman around the corner called because she had already called the police and said I was “spying” on my child. I was in a hurry because our trip home would take an extra hour to drive, and at least an hour to visit my dad. But we weren’t GOING ANYWHERE!
I had thought my explanation would suffice, and the social worker would leave, but she did not. The social worker told me there were other reasons she was there. She said the woman told her that I had been homeschooling my kindergartner and that I was TOO STUPID to home school him, and he couldn’t even talk, but communicated in some kind of “mumbo jumbo”.
WHEW!! That was it??!! A social worker visited just because my kid was speaking in “mumbo jumbo”? I could clear this up in a New York minute! I had seen the kids counting to ten and then they took turns jumping. My son loved 
saying hello, goodbye, and counting to ten in Spanish, Portuguese, French, Japanese and Chinese, and that was how he had been counting on the trampoline! This was going to be a breeze, and we would be on the road in no time. At least I thought it would be. I invited the social worker inside and explained the scarcity of furniture was because we had moved away four months earlier and left behind the things we did not want. I told the social worker that I had heard my son counting in other languages while they were on the trampoline. I asked Brian if he would count to ten for her in Spanish. He did so gladly! Then French, Portuguese, Chinese and Japanese. PROBLEM SOLVED! He climbed up on my lap and gave me a big hug and a big smile. The social worker smiled, but there was something about her smile that unnerved me.
Something about the way she seemed to be lingering when I expected her to leave quickly after seeing that my child was healthy, happy, not one teeny, little scrape or bruise on his flawless skin, well fed, clean and shiny hair, and clearly well taken care of, and he clearly loved his mom, and I clearly loved him.
He was very well dressed because I bought his clothing from my wealthy niece when her son outgrew them. He was plain and simply an ADORABLE little boy who could count to ten in other languages… “mumbo jumbo”. The “rich and beautiful people” would give anything to have a little boy like that. Of course, I did not think about anything like that. Not then. I was just thinking that we needed to be heading down the road ASAP.
Those who know about these kinds of “visits” give the advice that you SHOULD NEVER say anything to social workers, unless it is to give them a brief direct answer to their questions. But she was NOT asking questions. She was just lingering and smiling at my son in all his cuteness. So, I made one of the biggest mistakes in my life… I started 
talking! I asked her to excuse me while I was gathering up some things and told her that I had just gotten a call about my dad, and we were going to take the long way home to visit him. I also told her about the banquet the next evening. She asked me what I had gotten the Humanitarian Award for, and she seemed to have a sincere interest, and asked more and more questions.
No one has to torture me to get me to talk! Just ask me questions, and I will talk ’til the cows come home. I spilled it ALL! I told her I had also been selected as the Kentucky finalist for the “Above & Beyond 365 Citizen Honor” awarded by the Congressional Medal of Honor Society. I told her about my invitation to be with President Obama on National Medal of Honor Day. I had NEVER had anyone this INTERESTED in the work I have done. Each time I mentioned an award I had received, she asked me if she could see it. Each time I told her that those were in our new home. She began to make me feel like she thought I was lying, since I could not show her the awards, and that was unsettling. The more nervous I got, THE MORE I TALKED! BIG MISTAKE!
She started writing and taking notes. I don’t know what I was thinking! Maybe I thought if I told her ENOUGH, that she would surely realize that I was telling the truth. I told her about being nominated for The Presidential Medal of Freedom, but that I was not selected. I told her that I was thrilled that a woman doing similar work was awarded the Medal, because in years past our work was not valued, educating the non-bereaved that the bereaved need their support, help and understanding. I told her what I knew about that woman, whose husband died in the WTC, and she traveled to Afghanistan to help grieving widows there. I just tried to help grieving people in America, and particularly bereaved parents.
I believe that perhaps the final nail in the coffin was when I told her that my work had caught the attention of the highest-ranking officer in the Military, Admiral Mike Mullen, and that at his request, I spoke for 30 minutes at Fort Campbell to other high ranking Pentagon officials. It would have served me just as well to tell her that I had been abducted by aliens in yellow submarines.
She told me she wanted me to bring my child’s schoolwork to River Valley the following workday after the banquet, and to give them the paper she left me that said “EMERGENCY!!!!” She made me an appointment for 4:00 that day. That day was the day I thanked God that my car tore up. Never in my life had I been thankful for a car that tore up just when I needed to go somewhere. I called River Valley to tell them I could not make my appointment because my car would not start.
I told them about the paper I was supposed to give them that said “”EMERGENCY”. They asked me what the “emergency” was. I told them I had no idea. They asked if I was having trouble with my child. I said no, of course not. They told me if I was not having any kind of emergency, they saw no reason for me to come there, but to call them if I had any emergency in the future.
I then called the social worker to tell her what happened. SHE WAS FURIOUS THAT I HAD NOT MADE IT TO THE APPOINTMENT! I relayed to her that they told me to call anytime if I had an emergency. I asked her what the “EMERGENCY” was. She told me it was actually okay because she had called my son’s doctor and his child psychologist who had been appointed by the court during custody proceedings. The social worker told me that both my son’s doctor and his child psychologist had assured her that they knew me very well and knew that I was very capable of homeschooling my child.
They also assured her that I took very good care of my son, and they knew I would NEVER neglect or abuse my child, nor would I allow anyone to abuse him. Yet she DID NOT CALL ME to let me know!?! And in spite of that, SHE WAS CLEARLY FURIOUS because I did not make that appointment??
I asked her again what was “the emergency” about that she had wanted me to bring his home schoolwork from kindergarten. Her attitude totally changed. She giggled nervously and said that she thought I was crazy when I told her about my awards, and my invitation to be with Obama, and about the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff having me to speak to Pentagon officials at Fort Campbell. And then it was she who started talking TOO MUCH!
She told me that she had checked all that out and found out that I was telling the truth ABOUT EVERYTHING! YET SHE DID NOT CALL ME TO TELL ME THAT!!!! So WHY was she FURIOUS that I did not make the appointment if she had learned all this?!! I learned later that if I had made the appointment at 4:00 and they saw the social worker had written that it was an “EMERGENCY!!”, they would have no choice but to have the social worker come and take my child and put him in foster care until they figured out what was going on with this “EMERGENCY”.
After knowing what I know now, I feel certain that she knew someone who would love to adopt a little boy just like my little boy. I discovered later that she pulled every trick in the book to take my child and put him in a system that is TOTALLY BROKEN, and “too big and too broken to be fixed” according to Robert Benvenuti’s Investigative Report.
A few months earlier when my son was watching “Lilo & Stitch” with his friends, where a social worker takes Lilo 
away, I heard him tell his friends “I would die if a social worker took me away from my mom”. I’m pretty sure I would have had a massive heart attack and died right on the spot if I had made my appointment, and they took him away.
“The Corrupt Business of Child Welfare” by Senator Nancy Schaeffer talks about mothers who have had their children taken away are affected as horribly as mothers who lose a child to death, and they never get over it, either.
Joanna Martin knows more about the Constitution than anyone I know of. She has warned everybody about how they have been chipping away at our Constitutional protections and have turned into a “Frankenstein” monster that wants the federal government to have FULL CONTROL over our children.
The CCP and Bill Gates are the biggest contributors to Big Pharma, and they are now in control of trying to force the jabs on children. Thank God, my son is a grown up now.
God, please protect our children from this evil like we have never seen before.
