UGLY HEROS - The Price of Unlawful Enforcement (Manuscript Conclusion 4th Feb 2019)

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‘Fear Is The Root Of All Weakness®️’


‘A world untold’

It starts at Margaret Street Mount Gambier after the pines assault - 2 rabbits, and an attempt by 4 boys to force myself to perform oral sex. They were unsuccessful, dropped in the middle of Margaret Street my boyfriend frantic this night, as with my friends looking for me. I made it home I was okay. We moved to Doughty Street that's when the 2 rabbits died.

Margaret Street was our first home away from home, a relative of my at the time boyfriend’s, the home adjoined to the relatives office - as fresh out of home teens we were only alone at night. Young and in love, we moved out of home together planning our future. Tim and I shared a love for motorsports and a passion for driving.

I didn’t realise but it changed me. What he did, his threats, all that was orchestrated to follow.

At Doughty Street Tim was quick to get me a new floppy eared bunny. A successful carpenter at trade level Tim was developing into the successful builder he is now, evident at this age. It was here where the reattempt at a second incident of rape was to occur. His disgusting naked body, podgy belly, elbow out holding his head in his hand is something I can not erase from my mind even after all this time.

In 2002 maybe earlier I had been told a man was targeting my relative as a perspective drug addict - they failed. After intervening in the relationship I was able to shed light on the fake friend. I later learned of a correlation between my attacker and this man.

A new boyfriend (Tim and I in love but young broke up) was the first person I confided in being warned and scared not to talk. It was after speaking out that I never forgot his name. I was alerted of whom he spoke to and knew this man was a very bad person. I was ready to tell someone but now what? How do you report a police officer, where do you go - to his friends!!? A teenager with no one, at a time in the year where I had been living with a friend as my parents would not let me move home - I gave up hope of justice then. Other than the police check that I had to teach, I kept as far as possible from police. Until Gordon died.

Eventually I trusted one officer in my small hometown. Not trusting enough to report my rapist - I knew he would know him. It was when Gordon was murdered that I meet a Victorian Homicide officer whom displayed humanity confiding in him regarding some of my concerns.

Before jumping to far ahead, let me outline Mount Gambier is in regional South Australia. My family resided 38 km from the city towards the beach. I went to a regional area high school outside Mount Gambier in a place called Allendale. My family are private and for majority of my upbringing they were the Restaurant Manager and Manager of Hungry Jacks. I recall my parents knowing a man on the highway before Mount Gambier if you were heading in from Melbourne. This man had a mechanic. This mechanic is the man I later hear is linked to my rapist.

During this period of reporting within the last 6 mths (today's date October 14th 2018) this man (the mechanic) approached me confirming my rapist - this police officer was corrupt and did compromise the SAPOL investigation I was told of initially after the offences Against myself. A clearly ballsy man he continued to state this police officer was a nasty man who would try and get me. At this point I am four years in from my initial report in 2014, police harassment escalating to legal proceedings and each addition to the statement concluding in ‘I am prepared to go to court’, these words are no deterrent. That said I can’t believe that when I finally get to report this that it’s a cover up campaign as opposed to conclusion. The rumours would revolt you - we will get there, hence SAPOL withholding my Freedom Of Information (FOI) request, 9 months of a breach of my Human Rights - The amount of fabricated contents is supposed to be flatteringly attentive.

I lived with my new partner at Lake Terrace West, a good area. 2 bedroom flats of 3. My brother also occupied this property, the property where I first talked about the ordeal. There’s a small room under this flat, it’s dirty and dingy with a mattress. I often wonder if a homeless person sleeps here.

I am at the conclusion I can not report the rape and attempted sexual assault that followed. I volunteer out at an Aged Care facility called The Oaks this leading to a full time position in Disabled Care for government facilities provider then IDSC.

I move twice in a 12 month period with this boyfriend, he continually smashed his driver side window with his fist. Odd behaviour, his demeanour ending our relationship regardless of the bond made when confiding in him regarding the policeman’s offence and reattempt.

I continued to work in Disability and to Swim Teach into years to follow. Swim teaching since I was 15 yrs old I have always kept in the field, awarded 10 years certification from AUSTSWIM.

In 2004 - 2005 I report incidents of neglect and assault at the high dependency house to which I assist clients. Most of these clients could not speak nor had the cognitive ability to report not being fed, medicated, rolled, washed, etc themselves. I spent a year fighting for the voiceless, eventually getting put on 6 months paid leave and promised they would be spending that time to change things with thanks and lots of promise for my work return. I spent this time studying childcare.

Coming to my second report encounter with SAPOL police occurring surrounding this leave period from my government position. I was assaulted by two girls I did not know and a ex girlfriend of my brother who’s mother is a known prostitute in Mount Gambier. They were charged. It took 3 years but I Was compensated, they Were charged with 2 lifetime intervention orders also issued.

The name Kylie was given to me as the 3 offender, the daughters of the prostitute wouldn’t name her. Yet I was informed from police sourcing that was the girls name and she had a Gypsy Joker Uncle - was this why it took 3 years? I used to go to school with the Sargent of arms son, he runs around town saying the Gypsy Jokers own the Mount Gambier Police Station. Knowing the mechanic is linked to the Gypsy Jokers and the rapist police officer is linked to him the possibility of a correlation between the two occurs to me to be the reason for the delay in charging, happy they were convicted life goes on. I buy a house.

Begin of April 2006 the house contract states, I had been renting the property through Malseed Real Estate prior to purchase.

I had a kelpie cross puppy called Kuta, once settled I got a German Shepherd also. Immediately fencing for dogs the exterior was the first facelift.

In 2009 my house made the newspaper. My neighbor was jolted in the rear by another car and was pushed through the front window, the entire front of the car in my lounge. Everyone okay, besides my endless water works. The incident resulting in a year plus of renovations and replacements. My first insurance claim, 25 years and single. New for old was great until it was an air loom, things you don’t remember but think got thrown out you were told to make up like they don’t care about your belongings at all. An emotional person, my once antique furnishings acquired at Estate clearances and antique shops were replaced with imported substitutes.

I then went on to work in the Real Estate industry new and existing home with my only real joy within the field coming for working in new home sales.

My new boyfriend ran his Dads mill out of town and trained. 3 years older than me his Dad had a good business and was heavily involved in a successful sporting club, the house he resided in, in a familiar area to the house my family visited when moving to Mount Gambier. I started to wonder of the facts of this man. He came across as rough but professional and was always respectful to my face. I was brought up to not judge others. Especially not by what they look like. 3 months into this relationship I broke up with this boy, driving to my parents crying I recall my father saying I’m looking for a prince that doesn’t exist. The relationship wasn’t discouraged, reconciliation was - I should have known better.

In the years ahead this boyfriends Dad would threaten to cut off an employees hand and not pay his own son plus other employees for their hard labour.

In 2011, I was given a bank card to keep for my mum in safe keeping. I have a doctors appointment, the nurses area - people waiting, small town regular locals doing a Super important job. As usually I check in for my appointment, this time to be congratulated by the nurse and asked when I became a police officer? My cousin at this time a police officer and my Uncle ex Starforce I brush it off as family related and carry on. Proceeding home to tell my then partner of my day, including the police revolation at my appointment.

2012 was dramatic, I believe it was at the start of the year my human services account was accessed by a third party. The Queensland call centre receiving this call. I also confronted an offender of an serious assault, three others involved I broke up with this boyfriend not feeling I had his support in the situation. My tyre slashed the night of the assault.

The boyfriend having apparently nowhere to go, the break up was drawn out. He to, like his father also started to reveal his true colours. After an aggravated car chase and ramming a friends car he strangled and threatened my life. Driving to the Penola Road service station after this and telling a uniformed cop and his mother of his behaviour. SAPOL have still failed to act on this issue, 2018 with further request for intervention order in 2016/2017.

In 2015 this boyfriend stopped me from being hurt as a result of helping the police with the Gordon Hamm Homicide. It was at this point in time I was told that SAPOL used me as bait in an investigation and that I had had my life compromised by decisions made by my family and the commissioner a number of times. Hence the encouragement of the relationship mentioned earlier. The Police commissioner had been socially present at my Uncle's farm Boxing Day after Christmas 2008 or 2009 I think it was. There was nothing odd about this social celebration between friends with no time to collude. Either way I do not understand how any of these people can conduct such operations and encourage such risk to a life without myself personally volunteering. To be a cop or an undercover cop I need to agree, to be an informant like I was told I had previously been by a convicted criminal mentioning a police officer at this time again, I need to agree. With no contract to SAPOL it’s evident there’s much more to this. At the begin of 2018 I request my FOI from 2001 - 2005 and 2010 - 2017.


‘A fairytale compromise’

I was 15 years old, I recall looking back at you as you watched me cross the road standing at your trailer behind your vehicle. I at this age knew who you were.

The accident was at the old YMCA complex also, crossing to go to work on Keegan Street. Reality is the man watching me attentively was of interest to the police, two years later, a botched investigation.

Rapist and officer whose conduct is immoral and illegal communicates for the second time after my car accident. Young and trusting I enter the vehicle.

A Blue Subaru with a bubble in the bonnet, the detective plain clothed. The officer drives up past the lake creating irrelevant conversations. I’m an inquisitive person, curious. He states that the government has data stating that Mount Gambier has higher rates of disabilities due to our water as we travel oddly around the lakes. We turn onto the road which takes you to the Blue Lake golf course. The officer asks me the speed limit, quick witted and bright enough to know better I reply 100 km - it’s an 80 zone. Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer.

The officer was caught by a manned speed detector at the end of this road next to the cemetery. A male officer approached the vehicle acknowledging myself with a nod, I was in the front seat passenger side. The two officers have a quick discussion stating he would be let off the 20 km over the speed limit fine as soon as the man in front was processed. Sure enough once the vehicle had been fined and drove off the uniformed officer returned to the vehicle for further quick conversation and the detective continued on the way.

From here the detective driving drove out of town, shocked at the corruption I had just witnessed - 20 km over the limit, no one gets away with that. Except cops my teenage self learns today.

We drive out of town slight, I’m now uncomfortable and feeling unsafe and unsure. I can’t recall any more conversation at this stage.

We park, passenger side to the pines.

My first encounter with this Officer, left me angry, numb and confused for months after. Tim and I tinkered away with cars and our relationship.

It was one significant night here - I was out at Blueberry’s it was called then with my friends. They were all a little older than me born in the second half of the year. I started school a year earlier because my birthday was at the beginning of the year in comparison. I was taken outside and a boy tried to drag me into his car. I freed myself from him and started to yell when a car with some boys parked on the road near the roundabout down from the cinema and nightclub car park where I was also yelled at this boy. They were comforting at this time then we all proceeded to drive back to one of their places. Small town, they were my age, they seemed safe - especially Having just rescued me from the other guy trying to drag me in through the drivers side I thought. We went back to a home with a large white piano, I remember nirvana on the walls of the bedroom where bongs were had.

We then proceeded into the room with the beautiful clean white shiny piano, I was sitting on the piano chair when one of the boys tried to tell me my tongue ring was for oral sex, replying I got it because I like it he proceeded towards me pants down, his little erect penis out. I gagged at the sight/thought and threw up, the driver of the vehicle - dark hair, the old bowl type cut came to me and took me to the toilet. This boy then proceeded to drop myself mid way down Margaret Street. My friend and her boyfriend also friends with my boyfriend picked me up and took me back to Tim frantic at home. I later learn these boys have been linked to a gang in Mount Gambier, this gang linked to the mechanic also had an Uncle in the CIB, my rapist was In the CIB. You can’t even report these boys, corrupt officers.

My teen years were great playing netball, babysitting, hanging on my friends farms, dating, yearly holiday to the snow, and an A grade student. All my friends were academics too, I liked an Italian guy and a an Academic like me for most of High School years. Seen a couple of Studs from the town High Schools and a couple of guys a few years older who played football. These were the same groups I went out and partied with.

I started dating Tim in year 12, he was from a town High School and used to rock climb in my Dad’s rock climbing gym in the YMCA Complex where I worked as an Aquatics Teacher. I used to drive to his parents shak down near the beach after school. My parents bought me the TV I wanted that year, not enough to stop me from moving out. Tim was a year older and finishing his trade.

When we finally moved our relationship to Doughty Street it was strained, there was love but it was exhausted. We broke up within the 6 month of residing at Doughty Street. This is where the predator tries again. Believing it was police related I still didn’t want to go when he call, I was given no choice. We’ve all done it as a teen, the old I’ve got no fuel to get out of a catch up. Doesn’t work with everyone but it’s believable that teens don’t have fuel. The truth is we were both level headed with no issues so we always had fuel.

I had 3 cars at my disposal, at Doughty Street there was nearly always 2 to choose from. Not taking my excuse the officer sent a cab. I did not book nor pay for this cab and the officer did not exit the house where I was dropped off. I had never been there before and was Very Uncomfortable and Scared right now, the door was open, I proceeded in.

The officers voice lead me through a living area to a wide doored bedroom. Bed head to the left as I seen the officer sprawled naked, head in hand propped on his elbow laying on his side. A revolting version of Kate Winslet on The Titanic. I freeze, that moment even in memory seems SO long though it was merely seconds. I leg it for the door, not recalling the conversation in words I remember an exchange of communication as I rushed away. The man coming out clothed ended up dropping me near home. I refused to give him my address or permission to go near my premises despite knowing he’s a cop and he would know. The far car park on the drive through side. I exit the vehicle.

I spent a bit of time researching the boys in the car and the house location. My next boyfriend went to the main High School in Mount Gambier and played in a band. He knew everyone it seemed and everyone knew him. His 21st party great! Out at his parents farm in the cottage - the original dwelling on the land, they lived in a bigger newer house built in front of this. Loud music, instruments, heaps of us. We had a great night. I got my hair cut especially for the occasion and hated it. I drove to Tim, we still spoke and cried that I looked bad for my new boyfriends party - what was I thinking lol. Jason liked it.

We had SO much in common Jason and I, our music tastes, he was so chilled back then and his family were kind of snobby farmers like my parents. City people that moved to the country, to cool, too clean you know. His parents were like this too. I got on with everyone. We’d hang at his friends house near every Saturday night and then go out. 3 years older than me, I thought we’d get married - another one.

I confided in Jason what had happened, he wasn’t one for saying much.

It was then things changed, I didn’t like one of his friends much then I learned they were into drugs and those drugs were coming from the mechanic. Again, my rapist pops up, I spiral back into angry, numb, confusion. Jason’s odd behaviour and this have us break up.

During this period I was pulled over by a uniformed officer in Spotlight after he followed me from Commercial Street stating I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt, I stated I was and can not remember the result of the encounter.

From here this officer was nice, he would give me warnings and would look out for me regarding boyfriends I considered him a friend, in later years even having him involved in my business advertising discreetly. I was developing trust in the police again, then his texts changed. He also communicated questionable association in conversation and that he’d been in the Navy. The blue Subaru had navy plates.

The text changed from a polite warning and started stating I owe him a cappuccino. Innocently I was like sure lol and thankful I got a text to say wear your seatbelt and not a fine. After a while I began to question this until one day the ex navy uniform officer text that I owe him 200+ cappuccinos, I felt scared again and untrusting. I reported this to the Victorian Homicide Detective.

My first encounter with this officer around 2003 - 2004. I owed a white VN after a white VW beetle - speakers pumped in the beetle. It was SiC. This was when I resided with Jason on Lake Terrace in early 2002. Moving to a gorgeous two bedroom brown brick unit after this with Jason and my brother also accommodating this property as well. We lived there for 6 months before I settled in a property with a yard where I could have a pet dog prior to purchasing my property in 2006. This is when I got Kuta, R.I.P. baby.

I worked at a truck weigh bridge at a McCain’s manufacturing factory briefly before the volunteering within aged care sector opened the door as mentioned to a career in disabled care.

Whilst living up the road from the police station on Bay Road in the beautiful brown brick property Jason constantly smashed his driver side window on his car and damaged property, odd behaviour. I began to go out.

I meet a boy one night, black belt in karate we danced at the pub he was fit and witty. As he drove us to his house to hang he was pulled over by the police. The boy was breath tested as the police officer should have at this hour. The karate boy blew positive, we were driven back to the station, he asked me to wait. He was related to one of the cops or something, after they spoke to him were delivered back to his vehicle and we proceeded on our way.

I meet one other boy out at this time, he was taken away by me. It was adorable, long blonde hair - he was cute. He told me of the bad things his other brothers said the police do and other things. Stuff about my rapist.

As he was 2 years younger than me I would not have a relationship with this boy. I had this rule, ideally one year - no more than 3 years older. Our friendship quickly dissolved to acquainted seeing him every now and again in the regional town and saying Hi.

The old officer whom I thought was being humane pulled us over one day, this was a significant experience with the boy, myself and the old man officer from spotlight.

We had just delivered groceries to my brother shearing in Lucindale and across from the airport we’re pulled over and the car searched. The officer at the time said he was doing this as he knew me and was alerted I was to be pulled up. He stated he did this task so they weren’t mean to me. Odd, but not surprised I was grateful for the consideration, with only myself and one other in the vehicle we continued back into Mount Gambier.

I will never forget his warning that I should sell my car as I will be targeted just because this boy had been in it. This cop Really seemed to be looking out for me, after the rapist it was a positive experience. They aren’t all power trippers. Here we established small trust.

Years passed and the text were normal and generally warnings to wear my seatbelt, farm mentality. Until later years ball park 2009 - ish the text change to being followed with you owe me 1 cappuccino type commentary, which I took with a grain of salt to start with.

This cop had always been nice, I was walking to a boyfriends one day and he picked me up and dropped me off at my location, he even looked out for me checking this boys background and advised me he was a good sort. He would drop past my home and say hi checking how I was and talking normally like friends. I remember him stating how he would watch movies on the couch with his wife and do all the romantic stuff so that what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, he winked.

It was now where I immediately did Not trust him Anymore. He implied he cheated on his wife and was deceptive about it. From here there were a few questionable discussions the outstanding one him stating around 2012/2013 that done business with felon Sean Irvine.

It continued to where also he displayed associations with another known and now deported criminals. I was very concern, expressing this to VICPOL officer/detective in 2014.

I assisted the police with the Gordon Hamm Homicide, this I am proud of. It was a horrific and undignified act to which I am lost for words to describe. Having no judgement for what people look like or have I have happily interacted and made friends with all walks of life.

The handling of the investigation was completely ridiculous. The Victorian Detective was the only one that cared about the murdered man it seemed. I was threatened prior to helping the police with an axe over my fence. Probably because of my friendship with the spotlight cop. I called Tim Stringer when I found the axe and told him not to threaten me and reported this making a call to the police station after calling Tim. I ended up speaking to 2 detectives and the officer I knew. The police officer that had now broken my trust with derogatory and unethical sharing made statements to me about wanting to get in with Hells Angel member Graham Young. This was more concerning, he was like my rapist Full Blown corrupt.

The communication with 2 SAPOL detectives lead to no further questioning.

This was prior to communing with VICPOL Detective. My phone containing conversations about Gordon with Tim Stringer were submitted as evidence. The VICPOL Homicide Officer was now my only liaise, I requested and I was lead to believe.

The officer I knew did the wrong thing with evidence I provided. It was placed in the wrong hands. Myself being promised the VICPOL Officer would be the only person to sight this, the officer lied and handed it to other people.

This is when it began. I had previously defended myself in a Domestic Violence circumstance and this was being finalised in court. The boy like Jason knew everyone and they knew him. His brother shared Gordon’s scene and to start with my ex looked out for me, he was a big boy and he ended up stopping me getting hurt from the leak created by the spotlight cop. This was good to start with, I couldn’t trust him though after the Domestic Violence incident - he had no history of violence towards women and I had not seen that behaviour before, but was a trained Muay Thai Fighter. He share information he knew about people and told me of when the police falsified and signed a statement comprising a case to play criminals against each other for information. The police officer I knew started to pressure him and the felon the officer stated he did business with to engage in further nasty behaviour towards myself.

My car was defected during this period and when it was removed the police officer I knew paid for it. This was never discussed or requested. He was instructed by another officer to remove the defect.

I had been at the station for over an hour waiting for assistance. A police officer I later see putting the wreath down at the Mount Gambier Anzac Day dawn service came out of the station to help me. He asked if anyone was looking after me was polite and went back in the station to research the defect. I had new tyres on the car since the issuing of the notice. Not that the fine was legit, very questionable defect notice - some would say they were still comfortably legal. The kind officer still could not remove the defect.

An intervention order was issued during this period after assisting with the Homicide to a friend of Tim Stringers who tried to harm me, an issuing officer of this intervention order was alerted further of this defect on my car. Myself and this officer communicated since the intervention order was issued, I had his work cell number. Called it a couple of times on the wrong shift, few old cops got grumpy he had given it out.

The officer, shaved haircut confronted the spotlight officer I was told and instructed the highway patrol officer whom has the power to remove defects to remove it. The spotlight officer came to my property to visit myself. My complaints against him were discussed and I expressed I was upset with him doing the wrong thing with the evidence I provided and he went to the station to remove the defect. He expressed he was upset I complained, it went against his integrity he stated. What integrity, you cheat on your wife I thought.

The spotlight cop called from the station stating he could not remove it. I replied with a statement telling him to ring his Victorian Police friends, referring to the Portland Police Station he had told me he liaised and get it of, it had been 10 months now. The officer returned to my property before 5pm with the defect removed. He made comments to the effect of if I have a problem call him and even if we need to call each other ‘c*nts’ to sort it out together. I was happy to see the defect removed, then reported him for paying the defect as this is illegal and unethical. SAPOL classed this as a gift or loan and dismissed my concerns closing my concern of breach of the investigation also. I reopened these complaints, it’s October 2015.

Jumping forward then back in 2017 I was asked to be an informant against the felon linked to the spotlight cop. Why when I don’t know him I will never understand. More importantly where do SAPOL responsibilities sit? Considering he was asking me to inform on someone implicated in the Homicide case I gave key evidence in. A friend of the person I recorded and spoke to the police on in the Homicide case. An associate of the man in jail in regards to the Homicide. I had even quietly removed property from a car and handed it to the police linked to the felon by this stage, after the Homicide - In the back of my mind I was thinking you people treat me with no respect. Being an informant is dangerous and not for a little girl. I could not believe the officer asked. I Said plainly No, expressing my distrust.

This was the second time in 2 years SAPOL had asked for my assistance after breaching my Human Rights, comprising my life, being raped and attempted assault by an officer with 3 years passing and no conviction, harassment, negligence and negligence with a Serious intervention order. Wow, you guys are special.

Within a short period after being asked to inform on the felon, the felon came to the property I was residing. I was shocked, I literally have Nothing to do with the bloke. We conversed and he did not deny anything I asked, he was polite, well mannered and respectful towards myself. I was surprised by this, but not knowing him I did not at all Judge.

Now jumping back to 2012. It was this year where the police officer expressed care for my welfare as he had early 2000’s with a heads up a few police in town had it in for me for no reason. The first thing that springs to mind is are they linked to my rapist?!

I also confided in the boy I was seeing at the time about the rape. Did they know I thought, did he know I had spoke out more!?

The spotlight officer being kind did the old run through wear my seatbelt, etc. Soon following this officer tailed me down the Highway, blocks later he pulled me over and did a check, I had an expiration of something which I rectified promptly. I had to produce the receipt to this officer once renewed. Before I produced this the officer came to my residence, yell loudly and banging on the door. I was scared and let the then outgoing partner answer. Visiting the station later with receipt I smiled presenting it to the very angry policeman man. I heard everything he said at my home, that’s not your job you sly fox. This was what the cop I now barely trusted meant.

I must state, I’ve had an Amazing and Glamorous life thus far. I’ve met and conversed Danny Carey of the band TOOL, stood around with them and Ramstein at the Big Day Out after party - captured a kiss from Danny as well. I’ve been on the big screen at Disturbed concert Adelaide where the blonde cartoon chick with her fist in the air faded to a blonde me - Magic moment, in *Love* with music these and plenty more make up my life, among normal successes. Not theses UGLY HERO’S. The last 4 years have been trialling but worth freeing a community from bullying Police I’ve heard about for years.

The police on most part are an organisation filled with Amazing men and women. I’m a blessed soul, I write this as the efforts of defamation, false police statements and harassment have been in efforts to silence just justice.

The first time I was asked to be an informant was by a police officer I nicknamed papa smurf. He came into my home, I made it clear I have relatives in the force and I was comfortable talking to 1 officer in Victoria if need be - Like someone being murdering over other people’s debts and because they were sick of him. Low and Not cricket.

Go away papa smurf I thought to myself at first meeting, he was creepy. He grabbed my underwear after invasively pushing my bedroom door open. The lingerie on the back of the door, I felt extremely uncomfortable then. Like I literally told him I’m not going to have sex with him uncomfortable. I felt what he was doing was wrong and intrusive and he kept coming round. I reported the behaviour.

Returning home from a Freemason meeting I believe, travelling to Adelaide for my clothing label and lodge I notice a undercover police car parked up Penola Road where Hungry Jacks is area of location. I do the turn I need to too get to my property, by this stage the car is behind me. Out gets plain clothed cop James Dean, a major distaste for being harassed by police I was feeling the need to be abrupt - not to him, there was something Normal about him. I at this stage didn’t notice the driver. Like I puppy I politely let Mr Polite carried out his duties, mid way the driving officer exited the vehicle. It was the man that touched my underwear, smuggly he says hello to me. I immediately approach him asking him if he has an agenda and I communicate to James Dean I refuse to speak to creepy papa smurf.

After this papa smurf left me alone and all I could think about was this cop, James Dean. Oh my, how conflicting my emotions were. Back to the Ugly Hero’s.



Papa smurf reminded me of my rapist. A lot. His appearance, greasy demeanour, his presence. Already upset from the ordeals I had experienced. He made me extremely uncomfortable, I find out later He is behind A lot of the circumstance. My ex whom was friends with footballer and drug dealer Tim Stringer - he was the boy who introduced Tim to Graham Young I later learn, admits to lying to the VICPOL Homicide investigator, this is concerning. He’s part of the collaboration to mislead the police and avert justice.

The shaved head officer and papa smurfs name we’re on the intervention order issued to the boy I videotaped and gave to homicide. Both officers were guilty of harassment and neglect.

I had reported to the shaved hair cop numerous times regarding the breach of intervention at one stage this cop threatened to change the metres of protect order to lower it as I kept reporting him. The ego of this officer was Huge. He does Not even have authority to do this to a court issued intervention. This officer also told the offender that he would let him get away with breaching the order at my premises but other officers may not. This occurred on a day I provided evidence to which the shaved officer booked in. I advised him Papa Smurf was not a good officer and that it needed to go to someone else as he wouldn’t take it. I had read the communication in this phone. It was Very significant, the officer tried to return to me telling me it contained nothing. At this point I started to not trust this officer, thinking if he’s letting an accessory, associate and someone I provided evidence against with an intervention order against him breach intervention he must be coo coo.

During this period I took my male dog to the vet as I had reported my dog for being tampered with - he was ok - ok because it was the police that tampered with him. Imagine being that tough you touch a desexed dogs penis. He doesn’t know what action is boys among other things. These cops are acting like the comancheros. Again my rapist. The discouraging Katie Winslet poser was apparently connected to them via the little boy gang I mentioned earlier. Their COA gang with Uncle in Police CIB joined the Coms when they moved to Adelaide years and years ago.

This was the year I reported the rapist officer.

When I reported the dog the police didn’t have Any real concern at the time. Showing them my unharmed but touched dog I expressed someone had been near my dog - a younger officer attended the scene and still showed no concern. I pushed for a report to be made with veterinary record and sighting also. 5 witnesses to this incident.

The shaved mans head print was also reported as it was left on the lounge front window from the night of the issuing of intervention order. He must have been leaning against the window listen to myself and the big boy ex for most of the night to leave such a clear print.

I reported a stolen car key to this officer during this period and at the time stated to the thief it was this officers ear, the shaved officer stepped back from me when I acknowledged this identification and tried to have his head facing forward in conversation from here. Despite reporting the incident and giving valid and valuable information to stop the gang related theft the thieves stole this car. Threatening to do so for months prior. The whole town knows who stole that car, everyone except the cops apparently even though they had the most info.

They’ve been playing the same game for years, they have No other play. It’s like déjà vu. At this stage Operations and Investigations within the force are revealing Major comprises.

A Grade student, I should add my average was in the high distinctions, the situation to an educated mind was Very frustrating. These men, these corrupt men were comprising an entire town for power and I was watching it. All the harassment, all the comprises, all the bullying, confidentiality breaches they were all deliberate, conscious acts.

Despair set in, how do people whom are supposed to serve and protect turn into such shadows of men.

I continued to report numerous threats and thefts stemming from the investigation, some intimidation tactics. Knives were stolen, the police knew who and where they were and never collected them. The thief was booked with one of the stolen knives still no charge. I reported where the stolen property was and the police requested I pick it up and take it to them. That’s possession of stolen goods, I was shocked at this request. The boy stole knives and a key cutter and you guys are more worried about your wives find out a heap of you are cheats I thought. I felt as I did after I was raped, helpless.

At this stage I had witnessed debt collecting in the police impound yard, theft, ICE dealing and car theft with no charges laid and I had reported it all. The police were letting the gang Harass and debt collect after Gordon’s murder, I Knew they were linked at this stage. Then the big boys comes round and says the police are the Hells Angels. My first thoughts were, knowing better ‘What have you egotistical men done!?’

I’d seen it before, the old patch over police informant disruption. Why are the police further engaging in failed procedures I wonder. Are they like the crims and only have one game!?

Power corrupts the most humble of minds, greed and lust makes nothingness out of life seeking out more of what we need least. The investigation continues and so does the comprises. A man was hospitalised in Adelaide claiming he fell down stair, reality is the Joker's bashed him. The police know this, still no real justice for the injured man.

The making of numerous informants whom went in and out of jail getting info to beastiality producing HA Graham Young, the compromise of SO many lives without care or responsibility. Witness protect for gang members who have mislead the cops. All in an operation at the expense of innocent people. A joke of an approach to law enforcement. Especially when you have all the information within you reach and resources.

Out of touch men whom haven’t lived in the real world on a glory power trip I thought. A dick war. They reminded me of my ex cop Uncle. Always thinking he’s right, not knowing how to change his mind, thinking you can control and dictate people into submission. You make others better by being better yourself not by becoming the actions you trying to eliminate. Police be police, gangsters be gangsters.

In 2012 one of Graham’s ex’s, they share a child I believe started touching the sign writing on my car. She’s actually a few years older than me and limited nightclubs in the Mount had me know of her. I reported these incidents twice. A female police officer with tattooing near her wrist assured me my report would be handled by her team leader whom knows her.

The behaviour continued - it seemed like the police did nothing until a walk down the road stopped the behaviour, slops resided down the road. Someone was corrupt with protecting the beastiality king it became clear. Later clarified with the big boy and him telling myself in regards to the police being HA’s.

I had my tyre slashed early 2012, the night of a serious assault on a person I know. I’m known in town to speak out. Through court there was a guilty ruling but the considerations by this particular judge were light. This judge was later transferred from Mount Gambier.

I fixed the tyre first and went to confront the offender of the serious assault to tell him to hand himself into police, he hid in his house not wanting to speak to me or my then partner, big boy. The boys responsible bragged at the pub of their behaviour so it was easy for police to identify then clarify this with victims. In this process the police seemed to compromise the investigation which is blamed for the light ruling.

Mount Gambier is a great little regional place, scenery and activities are abundant. It’s a great place to visit and live.

It’s a designated location for new police officers to choose out of to be stationed in South Australia. New recruits are mentored here and the culture and responses they attend are supposed to help build them in their career. Imagine being asked as a cadet to lie from misconduct, in Mount Gambier it happens. Imagine alerting the police commissioner of this activity, in South Australia it currently happens. The covering up of activity which Needs disciplinary action at the highest level is a bar set for disaster in standards within the force Right now.

As a leader accountability is key, in praise, in outcome and in the process. The moment to which a standard lapses and at this level it is the beginning of the career, the bar has been set to more than likely create a substandard officer. With current leaks, tip offs and associations a leader of high integrity is needed to be dismissing officers whom breach conduct, endanger the public, etc. The public doesn’t expect officers to be perfect, but we do expect them to care for our welfare.

I witnessed the utter disregard for Gordon’s life, labelling him a drug addict etc, leaders using dehumanisation as justification for poor judgments.

The Victorian Officer was reasoning with me to see him as something more - like there was a need to do so! It was a tragedy and the boys responsible were big noting themselves over a soft target. It disgusted me, like a pedophile to a child the lack of humanity in this undignified act was atrocious. Some of these boys were the Victims supposed friends! And to hear they stole from him, said they got tired of him, racked him up a debt and then conspiring and murdering him for a petty price. Remembering it was the dealers debt that the murders had cleared to engage in what resulted in Gordon’s death. $20k or something. The Dealer said they would erase the debt if the felons sorted him. How are these officers justifying their attitudes!?

The Mount Gambier detectives tried to keep my phone. I requested it back. It was made to be returned by the VICPOL investigator as the Mount Gambier detectives tried to claim they lost it. Creeps.

Not long after this I was happy to not need to be questioned further by the police. I need not attend court and my assistance was complete. I went on with life I thought.

Now to rectify the ex’s vindictive lie which he told me ‘They’ made him tell the Portland police. The big boy threatened my life after our relationship was obviously through and then would not leave my premises. Hence my actions in self defence, self defence. I broke a bit of his car. The judge seen the situation for what it was with no poor outcome regarding the lie determined in court.

By ‘They’ the big boy meant people he was scared of. The spotlight cop was part of who he is scared of. Both this man and the rapist cop have been described as nasty cops. I made the Victorian cop aware of my conduct in self defence tell him this had also been reported to the police officer I knew and no longer trusted here.

Keep in mind that incident of assault was reported directly to the spotlight officer by the offender - big boy, and big boy was never formally charged despite this. Big boy and Sean - the felon the spotlight cop said he did business with are friends and grew up together.

The police had still not done anything about myself being strangled and a threat to my life, 3 years after the crimes. The police here anyway, Adelaide - I assume my relatives, put task force numbers out at my contacting 131 444 regarding the big boy.

After Gordon died was the resolution of self defence. I was speaking to the Big boy after this, he shared friends with Gordon’s friends. To start with the big boy didn’t like what went on with the incident. I thought this was good. He shared information regarding the murder which I shared with the Victorian Homicide Officer I had the number of. The big boy and I continued to hang out. I could see he was comprising the investigation. The big boy had dealings with the rapist detective, he had stepped over a stolen motor in the mechanics house. The big boy stole the car the motor belonged to and got away with it because of mishandlings within the investigation. The big boy was young 20 ish I believe, the theft over 10 years ago.

I note a conversation between the big boy and the spotlight cop which revealed obvious collusion. It was now despite stopping myself from getting hurt that I knew I could Not trust the big boy. We ceased talking.

I had reported the big boy for many offences at this stage without any arrest or collection of the stolen property that he possessed. To me it was evident he was in with the spotlight cop.

Big boy had been debt collecting for Graham, I then knew the spotlight cop got his wish to get in with the beastiality producing HA.

This is when papa smurf started coming around to my property with his informant recruiting rubbish. I tested papa smurf, you could tell his intentions were not legit. He didn’t want a piece of evidence which was of great value in intel.

Finishing with the in limbo intervention order to which I am still seeking from police before a private court application. The spotlight officer clearing not having processed a formal report and charge. I went into the police station and reported the incident. I expressed my concern that it wasn’t as clear cut as Domestic Violence as the big boy has a good history with how he treats females and expressed that history is male and mainly defence oriented.

I remember the red haired lady, she reminded me of the Michelin man getting frustrated with me that I wanted intervention but not to charge him with domestic violence. She would not do it. I ignored this she clearly didn’t understand. We proceeded forward and I also took time to shed some light on a pedophile they had picked up and had charges on. The offender was pressuring the victims to try and get of. Having a clear dislike for me the female officer ignored my information. The offender later released from custody. Years later jailed.

This female officer was in clear communication with the shaved headed officer in 2015/2016. Stating oddly to me one day that she’s ‘not judging me’ and that I’m ‘such a pretty girl’. It was weird convo, more consistent with Cou Cou and my stereo than relevant in conversation we were engaging. I knew she wasn’t a good person, now I knew she wasn’t a good cop.

Our communication from the point is abrupt and rude at times, dodgy cops clearly not sitting well with me.

The power going to their heads I don’t think they understand how taking a spiteful attitude to work affects the community. Your role is Really important in society, the most unfortunate and vulnerable in the world need to feel they can approach you.

The female officers most recent offence in the court house this year, she spoke to my lawyer and made derogatory remarks regarding my conduct. I could not believe what I was hearing.

There were two lawyers present, the one that had just acted for me and the one acting now. I engaged new representation, good representation which is now show police harassment in court. Highly recommend this bloke, he’s a just justice type. I like just justice.

My partner attend the court with me after this, he was a Victorian Police Officer 33 years, oldest partner I’ve had. Miss Michelin looked at me differently then, still with a distaste but not like a bully.


‘I see through you’

They went all out at Clipsal 500 2015, Felt the love. The blokes around, etc were blatantly obvious. Cheers gents and ladies. I was still drugged and raped, in the hotel room by a person I knew (we are no longer friends) - whom knew the bad people surrounding Gordon, Graham with one of his friend an apparent ex HA. In case you don’t know you don’t leave the HA’s if your stupid enough to do something to get blackmailed over to get in your in for life.

They were just a group of friends, whom loved weed in there teens, the 70’s and 80’s.

The HA’s establishing in South Australia somehow end up having a police relative with a Very high up Hell’s Angel member. Good operation, considered a good man - with a commissioner daughter could it be!?

I knew nothing of this conduct, all I had seen and was seeing is inhumane. The big boy introduced me to a personal trainer when we first started seeing each other. After a while I learned he was connected to Graham, asking me to contact him regarding Modelling on his bike for a shoot. 2013/2014, I declined.

It was disappointing as the personal trainer had been developing a friendship, his wife and children. He knew this was not my scene, so he sneakily tried to get me to contact the HA without giving me his name. I sort his name and refused to ring Graham between the designated time. Your not the boss of me beastiality. I wrote him via messenger and rejected his request politely. He was polite back and that was that. I no longer train with that PT.

I’m not judgemental, I do not care who you are, nor who your friends are. Not a cop I believe people can change and on most part people want to be better. I don’t believe if you revel in group intimidation that you want to do better though.

The Hell’s Angels are an outlaw biker gang. They are supposed to be the most respected and most respectable of the biker groups established worldwide. I have nothing to do with this world. It’s been a Long 4 years and this is because of corrupt police threatening criminals they have leverage over to be stupid. I’ve heard of criminals refusing to harass me for them and even have had guns shoved in the body to force and intimidate them. This type of conduct by our law enforcement officers creates hate and a lot of negative emotions which in turn is taken out on the public. Making not only the policing job harder but also creating less cohesion within communities which also lowers crime levels. Simple, peaceful existence.

Some of the people I have been made aware of have been harassed by the police offended a long time ago and had consequence for their poor choices. After speaking out against the corruption I have seen, I can see where they continue to be felons. Society judges them, the police bully them and they are pushed into the same dismay that made them offend in the first place.

A child is not born with the emotion hate, but they do hold the emotion of love. We teach hate and if as adults we don’t teach hate society, segregation, oppression and materialism does. It takes very little to be kinder to one another. Police guns up boys butts does Not encourage a peaceful society. This is the point where I know I can stand up against this behaviour even if these boys can’t. That is SO Wrong it’s not funny, I don’t care who you are or what you have done No officer has the right to abuse and violate someone, threatening them to commit a crime.

I watched the situation escalate, the spotlight officer was somehow allowed around me. He came past making a scene one day with another officer. Seeing I was distressed by the situation the officer continues to pressure his boys. Staying in with the jailed boys some say.

I reported the attempt at car theft by taking the key from my bag. A blonde hair man with an accent attend. He had clearly been told to let the shaved police officer to speak to me. They seemed to be on the same team. Shaved head attended, they spoke to the thief out the front. Myself and the theft inside.

I made many reports over this period with nothing being done. Mainly to the shaved headed bloke. He had boldly been putting himself out there, announcing he was 39 years of age Very confidently when I reported the key theft. He has no legal reason or obligation to share this, I thought he was cute but stupid. He wasn’t listening to me. I assure you I wouldn’t waste my breath with you guys if I didn’t have to I thought! Not a comfortable situation for me, I do like that he let me speak though. If he wasn’t stupid he would have listened instead of thinking he knew all. Clearly not the greatest judge of character, he was believing the accessory of murder and humouring me like I was just a little girl. Typical sexism.

A person had died, the police were painting the dealer up as someone who spoke against people, wasn’t scared of the crims (because he is one Einstein’s) and a football player. I couldn’t believe this was happening, the station had already shown complete disrespect after the death. The culture continued with the police feeling they are judge and jury. Judging people and valuing their life worth. It was clear Tim’s life was being portrayed falsely in the media. How is this type of policing going to stop this activity from occurring again?! 2 years later another death linked to the group linked to the police.

It’s been 2 years and the police have conceded and lowered a charge to manslaughter for a guilty plea with the latest death. It is nearly 100% guaranteed if Gordon’s and the assault in 2012 were handled properly this death could have been deterred by this stage.

The police commissioner has changed in the last couple of years as has the police minister of South Australia. I have spoke to both regarding concerns from this behaviour in Mount Gambier. Last year I spoke to the Police Ministers office and I was Extremely concerning how they disregarded concern for our Regional city.

The new head of station, Superintendent Power Tripper has a rank not a position. Literally Nothing has changed. Nothing. Same minions, same dealers, same bull even after 2 reported deaths, numerous serious assaults and a essay of misconduct and police criminal behaviour. Fresh faces, my bet they are or were part of the police association whom didn’t like their conduct reviewed. 3 Major changes at the top and the issues are still there. Who would have thought you’d have to lead and discipline in these positions!? Not these new guys. It’s Modelling, stand and twirl here.

The police are scared of a lawyer in SA, this lawyer is linked to the bikers and represented the big boy in his earlier years for the car theft. This lawyer also representing the murders of Gordon Hamm, I remember when Tim Stringer flew up to Adelaide to see him after Gordon died. I was disgusted witnessing the frantic wanna be gangster crap himself. No pity here, I was barely at times able to convince myself that all I was seeing was really real life. It was more like a twisted movie with no plot, a collection of punch lines and a dog.

Not my scene, all this I begin to loose my cool with these shenanigans and called the shaved officer, I yell at him asking why the spotlight cop still has his job and was able to still harass me and others. He states my concerns were above his pay packet. I express my distrust in the police and explain the botched investigation in 2012. The shaved head officer reveals he was stationed in Mount Gambier around that time in 2012. Not long after this, the shaved haired officer weakly transfers out without finalising what he had started. Dismay, they are all the same. This will never change. I text the Victorian Officer the situation and again try to carry on with life.

During 2012 there was significant interest in my label from Victoria. I had done A lot of travel establishing my label and had sponsorships with heavy metal there. Prints produced locally there also and Vistaprint now in Victoria instead of overseas.

I spoke to the Victorian Officer from Portland after the self defence incident. This officer harassed the big boy prior to him returning to the Mount. They took registration plates off the car in the night on private property. They should have just took his licence as it wasn’t valid but a culture of power tripping had them break the law instead.

I recall calling the station prior to court and stating I would not tolerate harassment of any kind directed towards big boy on the day. Big boy was threatened by the station that day to stand by his false statement. The big boy refused, he had paid no costs for the damage to be fixed and it Was self defence. Justice prevailed in 2014.

My car was defect after my complaints were filed and the police held it on the car for 10 month. Luckily my property was central this was no disruption to my daily needs - Yet my business suffered extremely. Establishing with store interest and interstate business I could no longer travel to advertise and generate the sales exposure for sales as I was. The spotlight officer making it clear he would screw with my life for the complaint against him and he was.

My family being involved in policing and illegally using my life was prevalent now. My Uncle and cousin had joked at Christmas lunch 2014 about a dealer taking a car for debt and how police can’t help, like it was an achievement not an issue. They were knocking the big boy, as they had when we dated calling him fat and stuff. I was disgusted, avoiding conflict I expressed I was upset to my Mum and she suggested I go for a walk away from them in the fresh air. We were near the beach, I took a drink and walked away from the dehumanisation I was witnessing.

I fell in love with the energy of James Dean, we’ll call him Darren from here. The officer coming to my property as my music was loud one night asking me to turn it down. Subtlety I replied with ‘I’ll turn it down for you!’ How obvious. He replies with the line I don’t want to have to come back. Thinking to myself you are welcome anytime, I reply with you won’t have too and turn down the stereo. I find later he is friends with my cousin. Did he agree with the methods I was seeing? I liked him and hoped not.

I continue to reopen my complaint at any lame reason given to pass it off. The spotlight officer compromised my position, I’m not letting this go. In 2017 I engaged legal representation.

By this stage I’ve been out the back of the station. 30 year highlight. During this experience an officer propositions me. I’m in processing, your kidding me! Known among many girls to be a sleaze and a cheat the sleaze remarks went without acknowledgement from me. Only to bare the fruits of a scorned boy in rejection and pride later on. I reported sleaze, he began a defamation campaign, he’s even rumoured that I have said I had sex with him. Big leap from the truth. You wish creep!

He now joins the shave haired officer, his former team leader and friend with the spotlight officer in covering up the fact that I knew they were unethical.

I worked at a construction office for about a 6 mth period after this experience with Sleaze. He was friends with someone I worked with. Dropping remarks it was put forward that he was responsible for tampering with my dog at the direction of his boss. The work colleague there was bitter. The type of person who gets joy out of others suffering, I don’t like persons who get joy out of others suffering. She spoke of Darren as an officer also. This upset me, the construction office was failing to comply with Australian Standards, I stood up against this and the position dissolved.

Sleaze stalked me one day in the gym, I seen an on duty officer with a haircut similar to his and showed interest in the moment. Sleaze was clearly off duty and proceeded to attend the gym we shared and walk around intimidatingly. I left the gym.

A breach of intervention order report in 2017 was compromised with luckily no effect on the outcome. This involving sleaze comprising the community and allowing a drunk, violent felon with a history of crashing drunk and fleeing the scene to drive when a patrol car was out for the offender. Instead of discipline for these incidents this creepy officer has been transferred to a station with less managerial control and more opportunity to sexually offend on duty and aid felons.

2016 had me stalked by a sly fox officer whilst on a date. Blatant intimidation, he lended at the bar of the RSL not consuming anything staring at me. When we finished the meal myself and my date walked past him, he glared at me walking from our seating and as I passed by.

Once the shaved head officer transferred out, the sly fox came to my residence and harassed me. My training pants were damaged.

The spotlight officer in 2016 stalked me up near the Blue Lake, Crouch Street. Parking uniformed in a marked car on the side of the road and staring me down. He stayed until I walked out of view, this is a long and main type city road of Mount Gambier. This incident was reported to the Ombudsman/Integrity commission. I was scared and text my Mum also at the time about this incident.

This year I have had numerous visits from the police to my residence, mainly to tell me to turn music down - during the day, with the residence surrounded by 3 empty houses and others playing music themselves.

I have a background in Swim Teaching which began as a career at 15 years old whilst still in school, the old YMCA which my Father ran a Rock Climbing business. Teaching Education Department for the Government, an AUSTSWIM, Nationally Police Cleared employee I can teach All swim levels. Signed talent with Australian Real People Agency, International pageantry, I currently model with Promotional Models Australia.

I’ve watched two boys, two imperfect boys trapped and manipulated by corrupt police during the last 4 years. The police know them, they hold all they know over theses boys even threaten and making efforts to set them up.

These dodgy officers exploit the desperation and misery in their life to manipulate these individuals into carrying out illegal activities. Keeping them criminals, lowering their self worth, then outing the crime as the criminals idea to superiors to save or elevate policing positions. The alliance never giving the criminal the ability to be something more, the community never gets opportunity to be freed from these crimes and the outright opportunity to exploit the law. A criminal is going to commit a crime no matter what if that’s what they want to do. They don’t need police encouragement or assistance. Not only had the spotlight officer compromised the case but he was running the gang getting them to do his dirty work with petty threats. Texts were falsified from my phone with the 2 boys allowed to break the law having phone access to my phone.

The big boy told me he was told to break into a person's house when they weren’t home and plant stuff in it - phone, paperwork, etc. He was colluding with the spotlight cop at this stage. The big boy had stolen a key cutter reported to the spotlight cop. The spotlight officer rang me back on a 3 way call myself, the spotlight officer and another officer apparently. I thought this was odd. I was later told they cutter was booked into the station with a cut plug. The plug was not cut when the cutter was reported. Only Jason or the spotlight officer had opportunity to cut this cord prior to booking in evidence.

Jason’s car was stolen by the big boys brother and a Gypsy Jokers nom. The brother threatened he would take that car if they had to smash the garage and trailer it. The police aware of this continued until the car was stolen, attending my property at the time the crime was committed I was later informed. The big boy had taken $50 before he left for fuel for his brother, I assume now that fuel went in the stolen car. Intervention order boy scoffed at big boys eager jump on getting to the vehicle, stating after the theft Michael hadn’t even stolen it yet - it was obvious he knew about the theft. Sean and the spotlight cop. He also said the spotlight cop had made false claims to his superiors about our engagements which is how he was getting around my complaints. I felt sick inside and was at odds to see how that justified paying for a defect, comprising a case, doing business with a felon, etc also.

Obviously since the rape I have not found police attractive. Darren was plain clothed when we rubbed shoulders, he asked to check my property. Of course You can, politely obliging and walking behind him. Oh my.

It was hard after the rape and the creep trying again. Proud I stood up for myself, Everything was still just hard. Jason and I breaking up and reconciling a lot, he was the only person I had told. My brother younger than me could Never know this. Too hard basket. During 2003 - 2005 I lived in a property less than a minute from the Main Street. I came back to this property one time and heard noise as I entered, a friend was waiting in the car. I rush in for the CD we wanted an notice the bedroom door move as I leave. I didn’t check behind it and nothing was missing in the house, but you could tell someone had hid behind the door. The door was in a different position to which it was when I left I was sure. No drafts and very much the interior of this dwelling. I changed the lock on the property after this.

When Jason and I broke up I would go out with my friends like a normal 19 - 20 year old.

It was after someone entered the home, Jason and I had taken a break. I woke in the morning with NO recollection of Anything and an older long haired man next to me. It was my property, I had been drugged and this man had done what the policeman did clearly. Words can not describe the dirty feeling felt in a moment like that. Anger and sadness, guilt and blame. I knew I had to know as much as possible about this man if I was going to report him.

He was sort of scary, looked like he’d have the wrong friends. He said he’d been a roadie for the band Magic Dirt, I’ve seen him on a Harley in town. He had an old collector vehicle under a cover at the end of a brown group of flats on Jubilee Hwy between Wehl Street and Penola Road. Not wanting anything to do with the police still, the officers rape still fresh and the assault having around 6 police attend the scene with little consideration from any of them and then them currently trying to blame me for being assaulted - Clearly to do with the offenders Mum being a prostitute. This prostitute had been reported for trespassing numerous times on a property behind the Commodore Motel. Nothing ever really resolved this behaviour for the property owners. I confided in Jason about the long haired creep and we decided it was best to not stress with it.

I owned a VW Bettle and a white ex cop car VN commodore at this property. The commodore which was crashed leading to the rape and the VW ending up out at my parents little farming property.


‘Never Surrender’

I remember you offering to do it, I said it’s ok. I felt you and looked up at the chalk ‘never surrender’ on the wall. You became my world that day, as I looked back over my shoulder to see you looking back at me. I felt you, like no other and nothing else. Crouched out the front and as I turned around, Thank you. xo

I’ve been treated extremely poorly as a witness by this stage whilst witnesses that have lied float into witness protect. I’d seen this before, many years ago. I man stabbed someone then something ‘Bigger’ apparently happened and instead of being prosecuted he was put into witness protect, he was breaking into the system. He was head of the Gypsy Jokers in town for years, go figure.

I’d been gaslighted, surrounded by criminals, nearly stabbed and relayed false information by this stage because of the compromise. I was like no way this is happening, my family was like let the police handle it. Handle It!? They can’t handle themselves, I started to blatantly tell them the facts. Like in their lap stuff. It was like talking to a wall, are these blokes thick or what I thought. No they are part of it.

I proceeded to the doctors this year, end of 2014 with an allergy. Whilst I was gone I had set up a camera in the premises at the front door. Gone for 1 hour the tape revealed the sound of the door opening (it was behind the door) a black figure and stops. Someone entered my property and reporting to the police they showed No concerned. The big boy tells me it’s the cops, why would they enter my premises like that?

They had been hanging around the property. Like some type of psychological game. That’s trying to scare me, they had moved property slightly like it was picked up and put back wrong, but nothing seemed to be missing

Gordon was associated with the Coms. The Coms were sick of Gordon. The HA’s and Coms in town are doing business and own a few cops.

A boy who flopped his dick out in my lounge and tried to tell me to look at it in this period. Creep. It was disgusting, no one I knew had ever been this disrespectful towards myself. I’d never seen this behaviour I was put off and asked the boy he was friends with to have him leave. Intervention order boy got indecent exposure to leave, after indecent exposure slapped him in the face. WTF I thought, intervention order would Never let anyone do that. Why was he being bullied by indecent exposure?!

Months passed with thefts and dealing all reported to police with no charges laid.

George Taylor which big boy confessed to me, I reported and handed in property for, no charge. Jason’s house broken into by big boy, no charge. Cook house broken into by big boy reported to police, no charge. Jason’s car was reported, no charge.

The circumstances surrounding Jason’s car being stolen are odd, like a set up. The key originally taking from my bag by big boy. He was Genuinely scared to tell me who was making him. Graham Young for intervention order boys debt. I told him to get the key back and we reported it to police. Big boy did the Right thing.

When purchasing this car Jason without my knowledge put my name on his new Ford Turbo car insurance - We Were best friends odd but okay. He then gave me a key to drive it while he was at work in the mines. He paid for it prior to pick up but acted like it was an on the day purchase. It was weird.

Loving cars though, I was stoked and drove the vehicle.

I was Extremely upset no one was jailed for trying to stab me - this person jailed many times following this for offending towards myself. To me the result showed from the go of the Gordon Hamm Homicide investigation there was a compromise and it was bigger than just the Spotlight officer. The creepy papa smurf was on intervention order boys paperwork, him and spotlight if they were colluding were in for the same thing.

An officer whom horse rides in town came and shut off my power one morning around 5 am. I rang the station reporting the conduct. Sexy Darren answered asking ‘why I had my music cranked at 5 anyway’. Not your business Sexy, I reply with ‘I’m not a TV person’. - Seriously was I going to say Anything normal to this man! Frustrated and expressing they are picking on me, I ask to speak to his superior. His superior calls around 7 am.

Darren came to Macca’s one morning whilst I was having breakfast. Again I managed to make a moment of it. ‘Good Morning’ I sprout, giving no choice to Darren but to reply. I sit next to him, he’s standing reading the paper, I’m bouncing happily with him Right there. I continue to watch his interaction ordering. He’s polite, like he was out the front of my property. Like way polite, no way - ignoring the policeman whom had taken his place reading the paper I stare at Darren in the window reflection.

Around this time a woodwork boy I have never met starts hanging around. He’s friends with spotlights minions and asks me if I want to go out with a HA. I laugh, Are You Serious!? No Dude, No I Don’t. How was this happening.

Rumours were somehow my ex partner had borrowed against my property. No communication of this from the bank had been received by me so I ignored this. I was aware big boy at the end of 2014 start of 2015 had walked into the local Commonwealth bank and taken $300 from Jason’s bank. I reported this, no charges laid even though there would have been video footage.

Things escalated and my parents said I was being accused of engaging in illegal behaviour, prostitution. I laugh, it’s hilarious to think the police were going this low to cover up their involvement with ICE dealing - The Gypsy Jokers tried this rumour years ago though?

In 2017 I was told I had been in a relationship with the rapist. My lawyer relayed this after speaking to SAPOL officer Katie Dalton whom was taking my statement against the rapist. I no longer trusted her and we had not yet finished the statement. Your kidding right, a married middle aged creep. Sickened, I lose All respect for Katie too. No trust, no respect.

I’m currently facing a fine for sharing this information. Despite waiting 3 years and making efforts through All the right avenues for resolution. The spotlight officer is being taken to retirement by his corrupt friends. My Nan and Uncle had mocked this in conversation.

They want to charge me with another minor sharing related offence I believe.

Instead of dismissing a few corrupt officers and charging a rapist officer. Blows my mind.

I don’t let up - I just don’t want this type of compromise to Every occur again. It’s also affecting a community having leverage over the local station. Police be police, gangsters be gangsters. I won’t be dismissed, all this which is affecting our community.

I recall being interviewed regarding the documents shared - happened fast than the rape statement interview as a victim. How’s that!? The officer nice shoes state's your influencing people. Like knowing the Truth is a bad thing!

Seriously dude - you think I walked around my local hoping people can’t read. Your compromising these people’s community and hindering its growth. Money that should be going to local business going into drugs and lining corrupt officers pockets. They have the Right to know. This man was sent by the commissioner. Trying to silence me!? The beginning of 2018 I was warned not to continue to post against the corrupt officers again. I continued to do so.

They came to my work with charges which the DPP Monday (15/10/18) could NOT determine. 3 months they held a fabricated charge against myself, undetermined for 3 months, rumoured for 3 months. The desperate attempts at discrediting, endless - and now as I promised. Never surrender.

For the couple of years I was seeing big boy he towards the end of our relationship was accused of being things I assure you he wasn’t by my parents, gossip from there friends.

I ask someone if I have a question, I don’t contribute to the rumour. They had every opportunity to ask and didn’t. As they did with me.

I have nothing to hide, hence writing all this. You can’t use and write my life commissioner. It’s evident that the date had been changed to suit Kurt Slaven - the rapist’s transfer out. I didn’t even have the crashed car in that year. I had a different boyfriend, rental agreement and car. I used to drive Pratty and Jason around in my white VW beetle early 2002 Slipknot - Corey Taylor the legend Cranked.

His statement currently states he doesn’t know me and wasn’t present in town. I clearly reported 2001 to the Ombudsman, SAPOL computer according to Katie Dalton reading 2002. Completely fabricated. Evident, proven lie, still no plea.

I’ve lived a glorious 34 years thus far. This year going overseas to Jamaica. Was difficult during all this but a Great experience I really appreciated. Buying a house at 21 years a level headed person. That music passion, I’ve attended many The Big Day Outs at its best early 2000’s and Soundwave Fests, Metallica twice, Disturbed, Cypress Hill. Silverchair and The Rolling Stones as a child. Many Clipsal500 events and Promo Modelled there too. Loving fashion - my own clothing label. Managed talent and model. This year part of one of the most prestigious pageants in the world and an Amazing fresh Australian Pageant. Studying my MBA and teaching.

I have Not once cried over the incident (rape) since it happened - Until the last 4 years.

To start with I couldn’t talk about, crying and crying and choking and just feeling so uncomfortable I could not communicate.

At home numerous times I broke down. I’ve yelled and screamed and felt so twisted up inside just at the thought of talking about Slaven. 4 years later, I am numb. Exhausted and emotionless on subject I could Not even talk about at all.

Detective Sporton - papa smurf is an absolute creep. During this period a boy going out with a prostitute, dealing ICE whom had lived up the road from my property told me Sporton was supposed to protect me. Huh!? I have No idea what he was implying, I’ve reported Sporton for misconduct.

Intervention order boy told me I was an ex informant who was too hard for David Kyriacou - the shaved head officer. I communicated with Kyriacou, I didn’t trust him. Certainly never discussed compromising my little life by helping a station I know is corrupt. Why did these boys - All associated believe I was an informant? More importantly, I don’t know these boys and it’s evident these things are clearly coming from an officer?!

Paul Griffiths, highway patrol officer - the spotlight cop has featured in my advertising with my business, our friendship was not a secret. Over the period of time we had been friends, over 10 years at this stage I had never been accused of this.

I’m me, if your a bully I won’t stand by idly. I have reported 7+ people for assault in my life - all with successful conviction. I am comfortable with 1 SAPOL police officer, Darren and 1 officer in Victoria to whom I have contacted yearly since Gordon’s death. Related to a STARforce Officer and ex officer whom I don’t rate to highly with their judgement and a few indirect Cousins whom I grew up with and think of fondly. There’s never going to be a time in my life where I need to be an informant. I’ll literally just dob on you now if you do something bad enough, like set up a bloke and kill him!? No brainer.

Figuring these boys maybe to fried to figure this out I take the commentary on board and as we’re not friends in town don’t see them again unless in passing.

It’s candid and confronting isn’t it. Laid out here like washing on the line to dry this whirlwind of chaotic compromises.

November 2017, Officer Andrew Lock used a gooseneck arm grapple my arm after targeting me on Commercial Street. Earlier in 2017 Station boss Grant Moyle has personally called myself asking me if I was going to continue to pursue Paul Griffiths dismissal. I said yes, he said he’d see me in court. Fair enough I thought, at least if the court hears his conduct they’ll dismiss him.

Grant Moyle was moved to Mount Gambier and shared a beer with an accessory to murder. This is the boys that made statements about myself and Kyriacou.

Grant Moyle has also had his staff moved around the state by criminals they have booked against, he has No consideration for his staffs welfare nor the public’s keeping employed Paul Griffiths whom is evidently linked to a gang and has numerous misconduct discrepancies.

The circumstances of Mr Locks targeted offence were, I was stationary behind two cars travelling in the opposite direction and my vehicle was stationary. Andrew Lock sighted myself, performed a U-turn in front of operating traffic lights and pursued myself. I was arrested in a manner that resulted in two cut wrists and a near broken arm. Andrew Lock has also been known to target members of the public he dislikes in this manner, for example he has also engaged in a dangerous u turn in residential areas and speeding in excess of speed limits with no charges or arrests acquired on the targeted victim. Whilst being processed regarding this incident, I was bleeding and requested a band-aid. Instead of a band-aid Officers provided myself with a cup and a tissue - no band-aid was provided. No first aid record for these bully officers. 5 witnessed to how I was treated, all too Weak to step up against the bully and hand over a bandaid. What a culture, what a mentality, no wonder these people have the attitudes they have.

Andrew Lock is 6ft and 90 odd kg by his own admission. I’m 153 cm and 53 kg. He shoved me into the vehicle after dragging me to it. I was screaming, his grip causing involuntary movement and nearly breaking my arm.

The Mount Gambier station lost this footage prior to the court hearing of this incident. Still contested in court a cadet has been encouraged to lie about the incident and has now appears in court and lied under oath. The commissioner is aware of this incident. I have photographic evidence of my injuries and at the time police took photos of my wrists injuries. Police Prosecution in court seeming unaware of their own evidence they hold with no photos of my injuries from police to date.


‘Tick Tock’

It had been 3 years and I had now been further targeted by bully police. The commissioner aware by this stage of Grant Moyle threatening me regarding Paul Griffiths position.

I had watched Numerous people, even so called friends and work colleagues engaging in police fueled propaganda. Statements which are backed with evidence dismissed as unsubstantiated or saying I was crazy, on drugs - Any petty attempts to palm off accountability, endless. I felt sorry for the small minds quick to indulge the ego in what they know would have been a lie so they could either cover it up or say they knew something more about something they didn’t understand. As with the minion boys throwing around informant gossip, I dismiss the ignorance knowing I was telling the truth and do life.

We have to live with the consequence of our actions. I’m living with standing out against corrupt cops currently.

It’s Heaps sad hearing people say aren’t you scared cos it’s the cops?! It’s a group of dodgy police protecting rapist and what extends to pedo material at least at the expense of the community and are rapists themselves. Is that a serious consideration?