Here’s an interesting video.
Sorry about the length, but I do talk about good guys and bad guys.
Category: cfnis
Wednesday September 28 2022
In this video I talk about some of the preliminary plans for my body after I die.
The Informal Resolution pt.2
On Thursday April 21st, I had a sit down with Captain Chelsea St-Amand and Sergeant David Winship, both of the CFNIS Western Region detachment.
The meeting took place in a boardroom at VPD Headquarters and ran from 13:00 until 16:00.
On the complaint form that I had submitted to the MPCC I had selected the option box indicating that I would be open to an informal resolution so I got an informal resolution meeting.
So, first off I’ll apologize to Sgt. Winship for the complaint I brought against him, not because my complaint was without merit, but because as I discovered during the meeting that Sgt. Winship was not the lead investigator in my matter against the man from the sauna.
The lead investigator in my matter is actually Sgt. Justin Brady.
Sgt. Winship is actually the case manager.
Some of the highlights that came out of the meeting.
Sgt. Winship agreed that unlike a member of the Canadian Forces who can go through their chain of command to voice concerns and complaints against the CFNIS, as a civilian I do not have access to that avenue. I only have the MPCC and at that the MPCC doesn’t take complaints about “investigations”, the MPCC only accepts “conduct” complaints against investigators. This oversight in the National Defence Act seems to come from the mistaken understanding that only military members who can make complaints via their chain of command are the only persons making criminal complaints to the CFNIS. Civilian victims of crime such as myself are outliers that weren’t planned for.
(As a side note, as a civilian the prospect of redress is also unavailable to me. Redress is where a complaint is made directly to the Chief of Defence Staff and the CDS can review any matter brought to their attention. This is how Stephanie Raymonde was able to have her matter looked at again in 2014)
We talked for a bit about my distrust of the military justice system related to the news from the ’90s and pretty well up to the current day. The horrific flaws with the National Defence Act that had to be fixed due to the inability of the military justice system to deal with the illegal actions in Bosnia and Somalia. Then there were the findings of Madame Marie Deschamps in 2015 that found that the military justice system could not properly conduct sexual assault investigations, and the 2021 recommendations of former Supreme Court of Canada justice Louise Arbour that only civilian police be allowed to investigate military sexual assaults which resulted in Minister of National Defence Anita Anand ordering all current sexual assault investigations be moved to the civilian police.
I also discussed how I could never bring myself to trust the CFNIS after they took my father’s statement at full face value and never attempted to re-interview my father when my foster care records were made available to the CFNIS in 2011 and indicated that there were very serious concerns with my father’s statement. My father’s statement had a significant impact on the Crown’s decision to not lay charges against P.S. as my father claimed there was never a babysitter in the house.
Which brings up my matter and which was the cause of the MPCC complaint and the informal resolution meeting. Sgt. Winship assures me that there is nothing political with the decision for the CFNIS to retain my investigation. Sgt. Winship says that my investigation was sent for review and it was decided to keep it within the CFNIS because they were at the stage of interviewing both P.S. and R.B..
I don’t know how receptive P.S. will be to being interviewed by the CFNIS. The more I think about it the more I believe that P.S. attempted suicide in the year 2000 as too many brats from CFB Namao kept making complaints against him. So I’m pretty sure that P.S. will no doubt have a good attorney who will tell him to tell the CFNIS to go away.
R.B. is a different matter. The CFNIS are still waiting for Library and Archives Canada to give the CFNIS a copy of R.B.’s service file. I find it sad that law enforcement doesn’t have priority access to service files at the LAC.
We talked for a bit about counselling and if I’ve tried to access it. I explained that one of the most significant issues that I have with receiving counselling is that almost every counsellor that I’ve dealt with to date is unfamiliar with the military aspect of what I went through. Having a military social worker who was blaming me for basically allowing myself to be sexually abused really fucks with one’s brain. Being labelled by this military social worker as being a homosexual is just as bad as being blamed for the abuse. Having a father at home, who due to his rank of Master Corporal, was probably placing very special emphasis on what the Captain was saying was just as fucking devastating as what the Captain was saying. And even Sgt. Winship agreed that there is no way that I will be able to deal with the sexual assault components on their own without dealing with all of the other aspects. Sgt. Winship mentioned that male on male sexual assaults were just handled a lot differently back then. I added that I think what really bad was when Captain David Pilling requested that Warrant Officer Fred Cunningham investigate Captain Father Angus McRae for committing “Acts of Homosexuality” with boys on CFB Namao that this tarred all of McRae’s and P.S.’s victims as also being “homosexuals”. And back in the day, the official policy of the Canadian Armed Forces was that homosexuality was a mental defect. To this end, Sgt. Winship said that when he got back to Edmonton that he would talk to some counsellors that he knew of that specialized in treating survivors of military sexual assault trauma who also work with civilians to see if the would be able to somehow bring their military services into the civilian realm. We also discussed a bit about how military dependents such as myself are ineligible for assistance through the Canadian Armed Forces and how most provinces balk at picking up the costs for counselling or therapy, especially if the former dependent is living in a province where the assaults did not occur. Members and former members of the Canadian Forces can receive help no matter where they live. This is not true for former military dependents.
Communication is one of the things that we discussed. Just a periodic heads up along with an explanation of the current status of the investigation would be great.
We did briefly discuss the fallout of the Lamer Report, the findings of the Somalia Commission, the findings of Madame Marie Deschamps, recommendations of former Supreme Court of Canada justice Louise Arbour. I also brought up some of the concerns that the Military Police Complaints Commission has voiced about the Vice Chief of Defence Staff, a position that is not law enforcement and is not a sworn peace officer, making recommendations and issuing instructions for any CFNIS investigation and that how even though in theory the Provost Marshal is supposed to make those recommendations or instructions available to the “public” that all the Provost Marshal has to do is post a copy of those instructions in the 10th floor coffee room at National Defence Head Quarters and the Provost Marshal has met their obligation.
Sgt. Winship is adamant that he would not allow the chain of command to interfere with his investigations.
I brought up the matter of Corporal Stuart Langridge and how CFNIS investigator Sgt. Matthew Ritco had told the MPCC Inquiry that CFNIS brass had rewritten his report and instructed him to sign the new report.
Again Sgt. Winship insisted that he would have refused to sign the report.
All in all it was a productive meeting.
I’m still very wary of the CFNIS and the Canadian Forces, but at least I feel more comfortable with Sgt. Winship and the current investigation into the man in the sauna.
The Informal Resolution
Not going to delve too far into my meeting with the CFNIS today at VPD headquarters right now. I’m just in the process of running out the door to a concert. But I will have something to say by tomorrow.
The second examination for discovery.
Today was the second and final day of my examination by the defence in the matter involving Earl Ray Stevens.
The lawyer for the defence was a pleasant enough chap. “Just doing his job” as they say.
Over the course to the two days my lawyer only really had one objection. And the defence lawyer and I had a quibble about the meaning of a word.
But that was it.
I’ll have to produce further documents for the defence. My lawyer is going to put together a list of the undertakings that were requested of me. The nice thing is that the documents that I have to produce for the defence are scanned and are on my online drive, so sharing these documents is simple. As I said, I never really got into computers, but scanning and archiving is something that I got into. Really has come in handy at work where I took four old file cabinets of documents and manuals and scanned them into the shared drive at work so that they’re available to all plant engineers.
How this matter will work out is anyone’s guess.
So, until next time.
Vagina vs. Penis.
The battle of the sexes has some really bad side effects.
One thing that everyone should take into consideration with male child sexual abuse is the general perception the public has that as boys have penises, they can only be perpetrators, not victims.
Take the crime of buggery for example. Buggery was the offence of anal intercourse with another male. As the law was written, buggery was a victimless crime. Both parties were seen as being guilty. And the age difference between the parties didn’t matter.
In May of 1980 Captain David Pilling of Canadian Forces Base Namao requested that Warrant Officer Frederick R. Cunningham investigate Captain Father Angus McRae for having committed “Acts of Homosexuality ” with teenaged boys on the base. This came as a result of an investigation military police officers Mossman and Clark had initiated against 14 year old P.S. as a result of numerous parents on the base complaining about P.S.’s inappropriate actions with younger children on the base.
This would have also been about the time I had been caught being fucked in the ass by P.S. in the bedroom of his family PMQ. And as the court martial transcripts indicate for Captain McRae’s court martial, P.S. had been caught trying to bugger some boys in the “horse shoe” forest behind the rec centre and he had already been sent for psychological treatments due to his attractions to younger boys.
“Acts of homosexuality” is a very curious phrase, is it not?
But, that’s the way things “were back then”.
Boys have penises.
Boys can only be perpetrators.
Boys cannot be the victim.
This is why Canadian Armed Forces officer Captain Terry Totzke was adamant that the issues I was exhibiting in October of 1980 were due to a mental illness that I had that he called “homosexuality”. It was because of this illness that he told me that he had the base military police watching me.
I have no doubt in my mind that Captain Totzke’s insistence that I was a homosexual contributed not only to my father, master corporal Richard Gill’s treatment of me, but also contributed grossly to my sexual and gender confusion throughout my life.
I wasn’t a victim of P.S.
I wasn’t a victim of Captain McRae.
I was a homosexual who had allowed P.S. to stick his penis into my ass of my own free will. Sure, okay, I was only 7 and 8 and he was 14 when P.S. was abusing me, but that’s not the point, right?
I have a penis. P.S. has a penis. If I didn’t want P.S. to do to me what he did, then I just had to say for him to stop. But because I didn’t stand up to him and stop him from abusing me or from abusing my brother, I’m just as equally to blame.
When I was being examined by Earl’s defence counsel for discovery prior to the setting of Earl’s criminal trial date this is the line of argument that was used. It wasn’t that I was terrified of my father finding out that I was still engaged in “homosexual behaviour”. I willingly had sex with a man that was older than my father because I was gay, a homosexual, and I wanted to have sex with him.
It was even implied that the because I was over the age of consent that I had obviously consented to the abuse.
Even today things really haven’t much changed from back then.
If you have a penis and you’re being affected by abuse that occurred 40 years ago, you’re just being a melodramatic crybaby who simply won’t grow up.
The counselling available for men today basically consists of “manning up” and admitting that the abuse was nowhere near as bad as it could have been if you were a girl.
Look at it this way. A 30 year old male school teacher has sexual intercourse with a 15 year old female student and everyone is calling for the teacher’s head on a pike. A 30 year old female school teacher has sexual intercourse with a 15 year old male student and everyone is patting the student on the back for being such a lucky horn dog.
A 15 year old male student gets abused by his 30 year old male school teacher and he’s seen as a queer, a homo, a fag, or a cocksucker.
And in our society it really doesn’t seem to matter the age of the abused. If the victim has a penis they were obviously a very willing participant in the “homosexuality”.
I’ll have more to say on this starting Wednesday after my final examination by the defence counsel for the Commissionaires on Tuesday.
Now, of course I know that this is all bullshit. But I only started to realize this when I was in my 30s.
What didn’t help though was having Minister of National Defence Harjit Sajan call me a liar to my face insinuating that I “had an angle” and that I was “playing games”. You could see from the look in his eyes that he had absolute contempt for males that allowed themselves to be sexually abused.
Minister of National Defence Anita Anand hasn’t been much better. She’s only allowed sexual assault investigations involving women to be handed off to the outside civilian police agencies. She is allowing my investigation to stay with the CFNIS. She obviously shared the same mindset that Harjit Sajjan has, that males cannot be sexually abused, and even if they are, it’s not really a crime. The two investigators currently looking after my matter have said that when they go talk to the witness in this matter, that they’re going to tell the witness that if he talks to them that he will be subject to arrest for the Criminal Code offence of “child kidnapping”. These two really don’t want it discovered that at age 8 I gave a blow job to a major of the Canadian Armed Forces. Why should the reputation of the Canadian Armed Forces get smeared because I was a cocksucking homosexual at the age of 8?
And discovering in 2020 in the final report of the Military Police Complaints Commission report that the CFNIS in 2011 knew full well about the connection between P.S., Captain McRae, and that the investigation into Captain McRae was started because the military police in 19 fucking 80 knew damn well what P.S. had being doing with children between the ages of 5 and 10 on Canadian Forces Base Namao made me realize that male victims of child sexual abuse are not seen as victims, just “societal malcontents with axes to grind against the military*”.
And it’s this indifference towards the male victims of child sexual abuse in our fake, phoney, bullshit strewn, conformist, and hyper masculinized society that leads many victims of male child sexual abuse to kill themselves.
(* yes, in 2011 the CFNIS implied this when they interviewed another of the potential victims of P.S.)
Escitalopram.
The pros and cons of messing with my mind.
So, I’ve been on escitalopram for seven months now.
It has been both a blessing and a curse.
It looks like escitalopram will be with me for the rest of my life.
The pros are:
- Far less depression. It’s not that I am happy. It’s that my emotions are completely blunted. And trust me, blunting is better than nothing.
- My anxiety has been turned down. I can still feel the anxiety, but it doesn’t destroy me like it did before.
- Disrupted trains of thoughts don’t cause headaches or nausea.
The cons are:
- Disturbed sleep patterns.
- Day long sleepiness.
- Acne the likes of which I haven’t seen since I was a teen.
- A general sense of ennui.
- Weight gain.
- Loss of appetite.
- Can’t orgasm, but sex has never been a major deal breaker in my life.
So far, the benefits of escitalopram outweigh the negatives.
No. The escitalopram hasn’t caused increased thoughts of suicide or suicidal ideations.
But it also hasn’t taken away my desire to die.
The one thing that I have realized, and that you’re going to have to realize, is that the 40 years of untreated depression and anxiety have done some long term damage to my brain. And I’m okay with that. Not that the damage was done to my brain, but the fact that my brain is damaged.
40 years is a very long time to go without treatment.
So here I am, riding out the last few years of my life, and writing about it as I go.
By March of 2023 year we should know what the Parliamentary committee will recommend for guidelines for those wishing to apply for Medical Assistance in Dying for Mental Health issues.
After that I’ll have to apply. This will probably consist of convincing 3 psychologists that I am of sound mind in making this choice.
Just recently my N.P. has realized that I am serious. He’s the one who set me up with the escitalopram. I guess that he was hoping that the escitalopram would fix things for me. But it hasn’t. It can’t.
No matter how often my father passed my issues off as being nothing more than my attempts at attracting attention. They weren’t.
Just because my father chose to ignore my issues, and refused to get me timely treatment, doesn’t make his opinion that I was just making things up any more valid than the diagnoses that I had been given early in life.
The fact that my father loved to blame my issues on my mother and her “insane brothers” doesn’t make what I’ve suffered for the last 40 years a trivial matter.
If my father and Captain Totzke had allowed the ticking time bombs of depression, anxiety, and CPTSD to have been diffused all those years ago things would have worked out completely different.
Time machines do not exist. There is no going back into the past to undo things.
Again, to be very clear, wanting to die is nothing new. My wish to die has been with me since CFB Namao.
No one can live through that type of shit and not want to die.
I know of two men who died by suicide as a result of the CFB Namao affair. And as I’ve only met a few people who were affected by the CFB Namao affair, I have no idea how many others have ever tried suicide or have ever succeeded at suicide.
And I know of many more men who have committed suicide later in life, even after they have received “justice” for what they endured.
Bobbie, you just need some hobbies.
No. No I don’t. Hobbies won’t stop the memories of CFB Namao or my treatment at the hands of Captain Terry Totzke from popping up.
Cycling! You love to ride your bicycle. Yes, yes I do love riding my bicycle. However I can’t ride my bicycle 24 hours a day seven days a week.
Electronics! Take a course in electronics. I never really liked electronics. Learning electronics was one way that I thought that I could get closer to my ever distant father. That was a bad strategy.
Cars! You loved cars! You owned a car! Actually I’ve always been terrified of cars. I hate being in cars. I got a membership at the base autoclub on Canadian Forces Base Downsview as I thought that my father and I could spend time together at the base auto club. Again, another one of my very wrong ideas.
I really hated the idea of working on other people’s cars after the night my brother and his buddy Greg brought a 6 cylinder Chevy up to Bob Beckers workshop with the idea that I could make the car run again after Greg and his buddies had pulled all the plugs, the wires, the distributor and other things off the engine.
I forget who all was there. There was my brother, Greg, an older guy in his 40s named Dom, and two older teens that had to be about 19 or 20.
Greg at the time was no small kid. Even though Greg and my brother were both younger than I was, both were physically larger than me in both mass and height. My brother at the time was so large that my father wouldn’t dare raise a hand to him.
Two thing about that night really pissed me off.
The first was that I moved Bob’s van outside so that Greg and his buddies could push the car in. When Bob’s van was outside someone just happened to steal Bob’s mobile phone from the van. Fuck was Bob ever pissed with me. And no, it wasn’t some rando walking by that stole the mobile phone.
The second thing that pissed me off was that even though I told Greg that I hadn’t worked on anything other than 4 cylinder Volkwagen engines, he was going with what my brother had told him, that I could work on anything and that if I didn’t fix his engine it was because I was being selfish and stuck up and a self centred asshole.
Greg and his buddies ended up taking the car away that evening.
Greg and his buddies caught up with me a few days later.
They beat the sweet fucking jesus out of me in the parking lot of the laundromat on Keele street. All I really remember about that night is two of Greg’s friends holding me down while Greg stomped on my head. I could barely walk after. I headed over to Billy Bee donuts on Wilson Ave. The owner of the donut shop wanted me to go to the hospital to get looked at seeing as how my eyes were getting bloodshot.
But yeah, that’s one of the reasons that I will never work on anyone’s car for any reason. And there are similar reasons as to why I don’t fix any thing electronic anymore or why I don’t really do much with computers.
Updates…..
Not much going on this week.
I thought for sure that I was going to hear from Munro’s kin about the last two posts.
Nope, not a single word.
I’ve already got time booked off from work for the discovery hearing in my matter against the commissionaire from the Denison Armouries in Toronto at Canadian Forces Base Downsview.
Still in the early stages of my class action against the Canadian Armed Forces for the trail of destruction that Canadian Armed Forces officer Captain Father Angus McRae left in his wake as he moved from CFB Kingston, to CFB Portage La Prairie, to CFS Holberg, to CFB Namao.
The escitalopram is doing what it’s supposed to be doing. It’s not fixing anything. It’s just keeping my major depression and my severe anxiety in check. Which I guess is better than nothing.
My brain is so tired and so burnt out at the moment. I think this is the result of a lifetime of neglected mental health issues. It’s clearly obvious that although I’ve spent a lifetime enduring major depression, severe anxiety, and who the hell knows what else, it was probably dealing with COVID last year that really pushed me over the edge.
March is coming up, and this is when the Parliamentary committee is supposed to release their recommendations for M.A.i.D. for psychiatric issues. I’ll be sure to keep you posted.
“But if you win your actions against the Commissionaires and the Canadian Forces, surely you’ll reconsider, won’t you?”.
Nope.
Just far too tired and far too burnt out. Far too neglected. And apologies will never be coming.
I’ve lived far too long with being blamed for things that were far beyond my control.
I’ve also gone for far too long being called a liar by the media.
Richard will never apologize. He’s dead.
Brigadier General Daniel Edward Munro will never apologize, he did what the National Defence Act allowed him to do.
Any apology that I get from the Department of National Defence and the Canadian Armed Forces will be a meaningless cookie cutter jumble of mumble bullshit words approved by the Department of Justice and the Solicitor General of Canada. Used toilet paper will have move value than anything from the DND or the CF.
So, it really is a no-win situation no matter what happens.
On a different tangent, I’m set to get some new tattoos on February 4th. More facial tattoos. I started tattooing my face around 2016. Started off with just a couple of small excursions on to my face.
Most tattoo artists won’t touch a person’s face no matter how many other tattoos a person has.
Bill was more than willing to.
Then Bill moved out to the valley.
I found another artist who was willing to get more involved, but then with the start of COVID Liam moved out of town.
So, I found another artist.
I’m going to try to get as much work done in a session or two with Eduardo as possible.
The nice thing about secure employment and working where I work is that they tolerate tattoos so long as they’re not offensive or profane.
I’m going to stay with the line motif. But Eduardo wants to change the direction of the lines and maybe go much thicker. He also wants to go over my eyelids if I’m able to stand it.
But working with what I currently have.
I really wish that I had gotten into tattoos a lot earlier in life. But being as that I had absolutely no family safety net to catch me if a previous employer decided that they didn’t like my tattoos, I was really hesitant to get anything that could be seen.
And with Richard’s voice in my head always asserting that I was completely useless I was always very reluctant to do anything nice for myself as I fully expected Richard to find out and then chastise and berate me for being a fucking idiot and trying to show off.
Honestly, I think that my tattoos and my piercings are my “Fuck You” to the society that practically shat upon me my entire life because I didn’t fit in and I wasn’t “normal”.
It’s not my fault I’m not normal. I tried so fucking hard in my younger days to be “normal” that I think I ruined any chance of ever actually being normal. My not being normal is a choice that my father and the Canadian Armed Forces made for me when I was a kid in need of psychiatric care. The Canadian Forces decided that secrets needed to be kept, and my father was too much of a fucking pussy to tell the Canadian Armed Forces to go get fucking stuffed.
Anyways, that’s this post for now.
I’d really like to post about other stuff, but I really don’t have any interests.
I don’t like sports.
I like music, but I’ve never been wrapped up in fandom.
I like bicycles, but I just ride them.
I like motorcycles, but again, I just ride them.
I don’t keep up with current entertainment trends. I actually just started watching “Game of Thrones” this past Sunday. I’m up to Season 1 Episode 6. So that’s what, 11 years behind?
I haven’t read a good book in ages. Just don’t have the interest. As a kid I loved reading. Even in my teen years I loved to read. I think mu interest in reading waned sometime in my 20’s. Too busy at work trying to keep up and keep my employers happy.
I like road trips on my motorcycle. Just me, myself, and the bike. But COVID put road trips on the back burner. So nothing to write about there.
And talking about work would probably put ya’ll to sleep.
Daniel Edward Munro
What pray tell did retired Canadian Armed Forces officer Brigadier General Daniel Edward Munro do back in June and July of 1980?
Former base commander of CFB Edmonton and
Commanding Officer of Captain Father Angus McRae.
I don’t know too much about Daniel except for that he appears to have joined the navy in February of 1955. He retired from the Canadian Forces in September of 1990 with the rank of Brigadier General.
I did make contact with Daniel about 5 years ago. He had some involvement with a lawn bowling club in the suburbs of Victoria, B.C.. Oddly enough he didn’t want to talk about his role in the court martial of Captain Father Angus McRae.
I have no respect for Daniel, so I’m not going to use his rank or his last name. I will always refer to Angus McRae as Captain Father Angus McRae so that everyone remembers that this child molester was a regular force officer in the Canadian Armed Forces.
Daniel was a Colonel in 1979 when he was the Base Commander of Canadian Forces Base Edmonton which was comprised of Canadian Forces Base Namao and Canadian Forces Base Griesbach. Daniel seems to have had a decent career in the military as he retired a Brigadier General.
Daniel was also the Commanding Officer of Captain Father Angus McRae.
One of the more curious aspects of Daniel is that as McRae’s commanding officer Daniel was the person that formerly charged Captain McRae with the offences that McRae was accused of committing.
Captain McRae was being charged with having committed Service Offences via Section 120 of the National Defence Act which enumerated civilian Criminal Code offences as Code of Service Discipline matters.
Prior to 1985 the Canadian Armed Forces could not conduct a service tribunal for the crimes of “Murder, Manslaughter, or Rape”. However, Gross Indecency, Indecent Assault, and Buggery are not “Rape”.
Also, the Canadian Forces could not conduct a service tribunal for “Gross Indecency”, “Indecent Assault”, and “Buggery” unless the possibility of consent existed. (see Regina vs. Corporal Donald Joseph Sullivan).
In 1980, the age that a child could consent to have sexual relations with an adult was 14. Hence why Captain McRae was not charged with sexually abusing any child under the age of 14. This explains why Peter was the only boy that Captain McRae was charged for committing “acts of homosexuality” with. All of the other kids were under the age of 14. If McRae had been charged for committing “acts of homosexuality” with boys under the age of 14, McRae’s trial would have had to have been moved into the civilian courts.
How would a man such as Daniel Munro get the power to bring charges or dismiss charges against his subordinate? That would be via Sections 139 and 140 of the 1970 Revised Statutes of Canada, Chapter N-4, National Defence Act.
The National Defence Act would be updated in 1985, below is the 1985 version.
When these acts are updated, sections get moved around as other sections are added, amended, or deleted. 1975 Section 140 became 1985 Section 162. “R.S., c. N-4, s. 140.” at the end of Section 162 is telling the reader to refer to the Revised Statutes of Canada, Chapter N-4, Section 140 for the previous version of this section. As the two sections read identical, there were obviously no changes.
Remember the Somalia incident in the early ’90s when members of the Canadian Airborne Regiment lured a teenager into a compound and then tortured and beat him to death?
That fiasco, and the fallout from it led to the Somalia Inquiry. The Somalia Inquiry came about because the Canadian Armed Forces weren’t seemingly able to mete out justice in this matter. No one of an officer rank was held responsible, and the whole fiasco got dumped on the shoulders of one Private Kyle Brown who turned out to be the official scape goat for the Somalia Incident.
The Inquiry found that this was able to happen solely because the Chain of Command was able to interfere and mis-direct the military police and the CFSIU. Basically those up the Chain of Command ensured that other officers in the Chain of Command wouldn’t have to wear the responsibility of their subordinates.
Out of the inquiry came two striking recommendations.
The first was to outright eliminate the requirement of the Commanding Officer to conduct a summary investigation AFTER the military police had laid charges against their subordinate. The second recommendation was to eliminate the 3-year-time-bar. I’ll talk more about that in the next post.
From 1998
Explaining the language in Bill C-25 (1998)
An Amendment to make Amendments to the National Defence Act.
From 1950 until 1998, Commanding Officers were required under the National Defence Act to review the charges that had been laid against their subordinate by the military police. The Somalia Inquiry found that these Commanding Officers often had no legal training, no legal background, and often put their own parochial interests above the ideals of justice. After all, the military justice system is not a justice system, it is a disciplinary system.
This was altered a bit in 1997 when an Administrative Order was issued from NDHQ which required that Commanding Officers wishing to dismiss charges against their subordinates would need to speak to a Legal Officer from the office of the Judge Advocate General.
And yes, if you read LS-311E Section 2d carefully enough, it states in very plain English that ANY Code of Service Discipline Charge (gross indecency, indecent assault, buggery) that Daniel dismissed against Captain McRae in could never be brought against Captain McRae at a later date by either a Civilian or Military tribunal.
Nobody will ever know how many charges Daniel dismissed against Captain McRae.
Nobody will ever know which one of Daniel’s superiors ordered him to dismiss the charges he may have dismissed. After all, Daniel was bound by the National Defence Act to obey his superiors.
The Somalia Inquiry also found that Base Commanders wielded and inordinate amount of power over not only the base military police, but also the CFSIU as well.
When I spoke to retired Warrant Officer Frederick R. Cunningham on November 27th, 2011 he said that the military police knew of many more children that had been abused by Peter and Captain McRae but that the “brass” dropped all of the charges against McRae except for the charges related to Peter.
When I spoke with Peter’s father Jack in July of 2015 Jack said that shortly after Peter had told the base military police about what Captain Father Angus McRae had been doing the military police officer showed Jack a list with at least 25 names on it.
Remember, both of these events happened in 2011 and 2015. Well before David Pugliese was able to hound the Department of National Defence into releasing the transcripts of Captain Father Angus McRae’s court martial to me.
In 2020 I would discover that neither Jack nor retired Warrant Officer Frederick R. Cunningham were lying to me. There was a list of names.
So, as you can see, there was a list. This list contained the names of all of the boys that were hanging around McRae’s PMQ and the Rectory.
Much easier to get us to loosen up.
Much easier to help us not remember what had happened, even though deep inside we all know something happened.
And yes, the base military police, the CFSIU, and Daniel all knew that there was a list of names, that Captain McRae had been sexually abusing NUMEROUS children on a secure defence establishment, and yet Captain McRae was only charged with committing “Acts of Homosexuality” with ONE BOY.
As I said before, I don’t think we’ll ever know how many charges Daniel dismissed against his direct subordiate, or why he dismissed those charges and only allowed the ones involving Peter to proceed.
But what I do know is that Daniel signed my fucking death warrant on July 2nd 1980 and left me to a life time of torment created by Canadian Armed Forces officer Captain Terry Totzke, and Master Corporal Richard Wayne Gill, my spineless father.
The Exclusion of Evidence
The destruction of evidence by the CFNIS is nothing new to me.
There was a recent story in the Ottawa Citizen by David Pugliese.
It had to do with the CFNIS being ordered by a commanding officer who wasn’t even in the military police hierarchy ordering the destruction of evidence in a CFNIS investigation. Due to the chain of command structure within the Canadian Armed Forces, the CFNIS had no choice but to comply with the order.
Now, if you’ve been following this blog, or my other blog at http://cfbnamao.ca you understand that I’ve been very leery of the claim by the Canadian Armed Forces that the CFNIS are “outside of the chain of command”.
During the investigation of my complaint against Peter, my babysitter from Canadian Forces Base Namao, there were many questionable issues with the investigation, but none so alarming as what happened on May 3rd and May 4th during my interactions with CFNIS investigator Mcpl Christian Cyr.
On May 3rd, 2011, just before lunch, Mcpl Cyr called me and left me a message on my phone to call him back immediately.
When I called him back, Cyr kept pressing me to understand that Peter was only 12 or 13 in the spring of 1980. However, as we all know, Peter was born in June of 1965.
The funny thing is, Peter’s CPIC file would have his correct date of birth, which is in June of 1965. The only place that Peter’s age is misstated is in the CFSIU transcript.
And, there’s no way that Peter was under the age of 14 at the time of McRae’s court martial. The Canadian Forces could only conduct a court martial for Gross Indecency and Indecent assault if the victim was over the age of consent, which was 14 in 1980. If the Canadian Forces wanted to try Captain McRae for gross indecency and indecent assault against children under the age of 14, the CF would have had to hand this case over to the civilian courts.
Near what should have been the end of the phone call, Mcpl Cyr just blurted out the matter of Captain Father Angus McRae. I broke down and lost my composure when he mentioned that the base chaplain had been arrested and charged with molesting children during the same period of time that I was accusing Peter of molesting myself and my brother.
Further, I told Mcpl Cyr about the five visits to the living quarters at the chapel in which Peter would escort me over from different parts of the base and that I never remembered anything after the sickly sweet grape juice. I don’t remember leaving the chapel. And I don’t remember how I got back home.
I had to leave work early as I was sickened and nauseated by what I discovered when I did a simple Google search for “CFB Namao Molesting Priest” on one of the computers at work.
When I got home from work I did some more searching for information on McRae.
I sent off a pair of emails that evening to Mcpl Cyr.
It should be noted from above that the first item #4 is incorrect. I told Mcpl Cyr that I remembered 5 visits that Peter had taken me on over to the chapel to see Captain McRae. All of the five visits ended with what I remembered as being a “sickly sweet grape juice”. I told Mcpl Cyr that I didn’t remember anything after the “grape juice”, not even how I got home from the chapel.
Just as an aside, and for the record. In October of 2020 with the assistance of Ottawa Citizen and Defence Watch writer David Pugliese, the DND and the Minister of National Defence conceded in their fight to keep Captain McRae’s Court Martial Transcripts away from me.
According to the Military Police Complaints Commission, the CFNIS had access to these court martial records as well as the CFSIU investigation paperwork from 1980.
Why is this important?
Me. The fucker gave me wine.
I wouldn’t learn until 2013 when I received the Certified Tribunal Records from the Military Police Complaints Commission that Mcpl Cyr had been creative with what I told him, and he also failed to mention the receipt of my emails in his notebooks or occurrence reports.
So here, Mcpl Cyr does a Google search for an exact phrase that I searched for the day previous which I mentioned in an email that he fails to indicate that he received.
On the morning of May 4th, 2011 I called Mcpl Cyr and told him more information about the rectory.
Call #6 was the call I made to Mcpl Cyr on May 4th, 2011
It was during this phone call that Mcpl Cyr informed me that there never was a rectory at the chapel, and that the chapel that I had indicated on my email was a new chapel, the chapel that was on the base when I lived there in ’79 to ’80 was in a different place. He also said that the padre never lived on the base. This phone call is not mentioned anywhere in his log book or his SAMPIS report.
Well, the blueprints for Our Lady or Loreto Chapel show the rectory.
The dates on these drawings are hard to make out, but the blueprints were drawn for
The Royal Canadian Air Force HQ. The RCAF ceased to exist in 1968.
See the CFNIS had Captain McRae’s court martial transcript. The CFNIS had the CFSIU investigation paperwork. In that paperwork was this document from McRae’s Court Martial transcript.
Peter was the main witness for the prosecution. Peter’s testimony is completely blanked out in Captain McRae’s court martial transcript. However, the Military Police Complaints Commission was kind enough to summarize how Peter came to be involved with the prosecution of Captain McRae.
Mr. X is Peter, my babysitter.
Peter was the only boy that Captain McRae was actually charged with abusing, even though the Canadian Forces Special Investigation Unit knew in 1980 that he had been molesting more than just Peter.
In 2011 the CFNIS knew.
In 2011 the Provost Marshal knew.
In 2011 the Judge Advocate General would have known.
In 2011 the Vice Chief of Defence staff would have known.
In 2011 the Chief of Defence Staff would have known.
In 2011 the office of the Minister of National Defence would have know.
As soon as the Alberta Serious Incident Response Team transferred my complaint against Peter from the Edmonton Police Service to the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service the CFNIS would have known who Peter was and what risk my complaint against Peter posed to the Canadian Armed Forces.
And this is why ANY mention of Captain Father Angus McRae was removed from the CFNIS investigation GO 2011-5754.
Someone up the chain of command had made the decision that my complaint against Peter was to go absolutely no where.
The knew the liability risk that this would pose if a connection was made between myself, Peter, and Captain Father Angus McRae.
This is why I fully believe that my father was encouraged to “forget” that his mother was raising my brother and I. There could be absolutely no way of linking Peter to us, especially not in the authority roll as our babysitter.
When I went to Federal Court in 2013 asking for the court to quash the findings of the 2012 MPCC review the Attorney General of Canada argued that the CFNIS were correct to strike any mention of Captain McRae from CFNIS investigation GO 2011-5754 as my complaint had been against Peter S. and not Captain McRae. The Justice hearing my matter agreed with the Attorney General on this point.
I’ll tell you first hand, this lunacy, and this subterfuge is enough to drive a sane person mad.
Beeshive 