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On Monday, December 27, 2004 - the 1st working day after Christmas - I had my family broken up. My precious, sweet children,
Mallory (12) & Asa (9) were removed from me (their father & I no longer lived together as husband and wife). This
was done out of revenge and in an attempt to control us and our righteous lifestyle.
A few months before, I had observed a powerful drug-smuggling ring (NOT street-level drug dealers) operating in my neighborhood.
Like any good citizen, I reported them to the Law. Because the bad guys were well-connected (think Ponte Vedra & the like)
- and possibly even part of some undercover operation that I had gotten in the way of (& due to my good reputation &
lifestyle I was unknowingly & against my will being used), they regarded me as little more than a nuisance, expendable
and and, after threatening me, basically ignored me.
That is until on December 6, I irritated & infuriated one of them by disagreeing with his wife on home decoration
(I kid you not). He stopped by the office later that day to speak to someone I knew, and the next day that person informed
me that they were "going to put me out and see if I was as 'bad' as I thought I was". Within a few weeks, I had
no children, no place to stay, no car, no money, no nothing. However, The Lord has honored my righteous lifestyle and has
been with me every step of the way.
And, as it has turned out, I might not have been quite as "bad" as I thought I was, but I did turn out to be
a little badder than they thought I was - and I'm not done yet. When all of this is resolved legally, and finally over and
done with, there are going to be a lot of people - friends, family, acquaintances and people I don't even know, but especially
some people claiming to be Christians, who are going to be embarrassed and ashamed. That's a fact & a promise.
Thank you for your time, Phyllis Downing
P.S. There is much, more more to this, but this explanation that I wrote quite some time ago hits the highlights. I should
add that because I refused to cooperate in any way, I never got my beloved children back. In her summation, my attorney likened
me to a conscienscous objecter being prosecuted for religious discrimination.
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