Timeline:

13 June: Wedding
23 June: argument
29 June: argument when Andru brought up divorce.
10 July: argument
23 July: argument
19/20/21 August: bad “
25/6/27/8/ August : arguments, stayed out 27, VIDEOS/PICS etc 28th
4/5/6 September: argument
10/11 Sept: “
14 Sept: deleted my phone calls
23 Sept: argument
24 Sept: hospital
7/8/9 October: arg where he ignores me
14 October: left
Begging and sorry messages, then
19 Oct: threat to go to Kingston, etc BLOCKED
Business Number 3602665 Whatsapp til 4 November
18 December: SMS Leave me alone. Cos threatening

• EMAIL Doc
• SMS Doc

29 October:

- applied protection order because he had not accepted my decision at all and I knew I would be at risk of kidnap,
violence etc if he saw me.

- took me from market at 3:45pm

- went to family court to get a protection order vs Brutus

left and walked couple minutes down to market
was looking around while on main street, stopped when I entered the market
bought a few things , planning to do some more shopping for only the second time since I left
felt arms slide quickly around me, shock went through my body, 'It's ur husband' he said 'we're going home to talk'. I
didn’t know what to do. how could I get away? Don't know
went with him up the street to the taxi stop... thinking, shell-shocked.
he put me in the middle seat of the taxi so I couldn't jump out. considered it.
was still considering running when we got to the house.
long story short he had changed the locks on the grill so I was imprisoned.
He said I was going to be there for a week.
I did everything I could think of. I made as much noise as I could shaking the grill, smashing the door against the wall
letting out my anger on whatever was nearest and loudest but not at him. Self-preservation. Knowing that if anything hit
him, he would hit me.
In-between I just hung on the grill, praying. Dear God, Jah, Allaah, I beg you please, please let me get out of here.
long story short I did what I had to do to get out.
kept appealing to his feelings 'Is this what you wanted to do if I came home?'
he was desperate to try to keep me
I was desperate to leave, leave, leave

When we were coming in the taxi, after you grabbed me off the street, I said I have to go, I have to teach tomorrow. You
said, ‘Is there someone waiting for you?’ I said ‘Yes’.
He start talking to people on the phone telling them that I even said that people are waiting for me. ‘People she just
met. Now, who’s more important? Her husband or people she just met? And she says there are people waiting for her!
Does that make sense??!’
I didn’t say that. I just said ‘Yes’. And on it goes. Always like that.
- When I got there. ‘You’re not wearing your rings, where are they?’ ‘In the bag.’ You say I’m lying. Eventually you find
them.
You get my phones out. ‘Where’s the other phone?’ ‘It’s not here.’ You call it. I say it’s not here. You say ‘Yes, it is, I can
hear it vibrating’. Whatever. It’s the tablet. The phone’s not there.
‘I have to teach tomorrow.’ ‘Where’s your computer?’ ‘Not here.’ ‘Is it in the bag?’ ‘No.’ ‘Yes, it is’. ‘No, it’s not’. No. It’s
not.
Every single word that comes out my mouth, you say, is a lie. Except if it suits you to use against me.
You, ‘Open the phones’. No. ‘Open the phones’. No. ‘Alright so guess what? They’re not yours anymore’.
Last time you pretended to ‘give them a bath’. I used to open my phones and let you see there was nothing there…
Open slather. Whatever you want to see. Until one time you said you would do the same. But you didn’t. So. No more.
Never again.
I will decide my plan of action to get out and have no fear.
He had been asking me on the phone since I left that he wanted to see me in a lingerie thing I had left there. Stockings
and suspenders. I had not worn them because I thought they just looked wrong. Now I’m still crying and trying to
recover my senses sitting in the chair in the bedroom I used to use to teach in the mornings and he’s asking me to put
them on. I look at him and ask repeatedly, ‘Are you completely insane?’ But he won’t give up. So, I do it. To give him
what he wants and hope he will let me go afterwards. He dresses me in the lingerie and put me on the edge of the bed.
He does whatever he wants.
At a point, he slows and begin talking. I tell him I know he loves me, and I know he is scared. He cries, saying he never
loved a woman as much as me, that he never cried in the street looking for anyone before. But he’s not finished and
puts me back up on the bed …
I told him he has to trust me, he has to let me go and let me make up my own mind. That I would consider coming back.
That I would put everything aside and think/feel about it.
But it’s just to get out. No need. I already considered and the answer was no.
He took my rings and 5000jmd and walked me down to the taxi.

2 November – Andru called and told me he is going to sell my things and also he knows where I am 3602665 message

3 November – went to Ramble then Barnett, then Salem Police Stations, told me to come back when get PO and they
will come with me to get my stuff

4 November- had apptmnt wed 4/11 to give statement for PO, person not there, told them what happened on 29th ,
might be there in afternoon, inspector called Andru.

- went to Salem Police to report domestic violence and threat, sent me to rape section – CISOCA – Detective called
Andru, told me to come tomorrow and the supervisor will be there

- back to court, person not there, made apptmnt for Monday 9/11

5 November – CISOCA, not there, back to police station, finally made report of DV and threat re 2 Nov info etc

- CISOCA supervisor Officer Dixon called me as I was leaving and I reported the 2 rapes, requested my whatsapp
communications w Andru to show I said im not coming back

9 November – apptmnt 9am, person not there, told me to wait, maybe can do it by phone with someone from Lucea,
delay cos no current,

- on my way back to FC, Andru grabbed me on Barnett St from in taxi then followed me to PO

- VIDEO

- followed me up Cottage St, stopped me from getting in taxi, eventually let me go

- statement eventually done in afternoon 4pm

10 November - GOT INTERIM P.O

- went to Salem Police Station and they called him to come and read him the protection order and gave it to
him, got police to do JP certification

- told them he said he was going to sell my things

- he told them he bought every stick of furniture and I paid nothing.

25 November – went to Salem Police again to get them to call him re my stuff, said gave it away, police told me to
report at FC, did, told me go to Parish Court, told me I have to get a lawyer to do division of property, nil.

27 November – BREACH 1

I had been walking past the craft market the previous Friday when a woman called my name. I said, ‘Hello. I’m not
recognizing you.’ She said, ‘I don’t know you either. How are you?’ When I replied that I was good, she asked, ‘Are you
sure?’ “Yes,’ ‘Are you sure?’, again. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I asked, taking it as a threat. I left, only a few
minutes later realizing that I should have taken her picture. I back tracked. I called out ‘Hey!’ when I got close enough,
and she turned but turned back seeing the camera and I only got her picture from behind.
I continued back on my way, only to see Brutus bowling toward me from across the intersection like a runaway train.
The light turned red, but I couldn’t stay where I was and wait for him, so started across the street. We met in the middle
and I shook my head vigorously. ‘No. Twenty feet,’ I say and take out the phone I use as a camera to deter him. I didn’t
get a picture and went into the shopping center. After I ordered an ice-cream, I saw him again, heading straight for me. I
hadn’t really thought he would continue with the pursuit. Why not, I don’t know. Phone out, I started videoing. He
scurried behind a pillar then around the back of the shop, stopping on the other side to call me an ‘Eedjit’ and mostly
keeping his back to the camera.
I call the police station and tell them that my husband, against whom I have an Interim Protection Order, is following me
around town. They tell me to go to the police van in the town square about two blocks away
I dart through the Friday ATM crowd and out to the street. I’m moving fast. Halfway to my destination, I turn around
and see him behind me. Phone. I get a picture of him in the crowd. He tries to hide but his hat and t-shirt are visible. It’s
the black Champion t-shirt I ordered online for him. The irony.
I see the police van. It’s locked and empty. I continue on across the square and see a police patrol vehicle on the street.
It’s too far away but if I’m lucky, they’ll get hit a red light and I’ll catch them. Thank God! I wave at the driver through
the window and tell what’s happening. They ask do I want to get in and they’ll take me to the station where I can make
a report. Yes. I get in.
They ask what’s been happening? Is he Jamaican? I show them the order and give them the basics. That I left six weeks
before because of the abuse, I have the order, that he locked me in the house last time and that if he sees me, he can’t
stay away. I tell them about the woman I don’t know in the street and then him appearing. They ask his occupation. I tell
them he’s unemployed and I’ve been paying for everything since we’ve been together. I mention we have court to
finalize the order the following week and also tell them that he is on bail for a criminal fraud matter and reports to their
station twice-weekly. The policewoman calls him a leech.
He starts calling. I answer and put him on speaker so the police can hear. Again. he tells me I’m being an ‘eedjit’ and
asks why did I get in the police car. He says he wasn’t following me; he was simply going about his business. I don’t
understand him well and I keep asking him to repeat what he’s saying. He starts something about ‘Here’s what’s going
to ‘appen…’ but I cut him off and the police shush me with hands and frustrated faces. They were waiting to see what he
would say… He hangs up.
They drop me at the station. The policewoman gives the desk sergeant a rundown of what’s happening, and they mark
‘Custody’ against his name in the reporting book. He will be arrested the following day when he comes to report.
Eventually, I give my statement to another female officer I’m dehydrated to the max, having been at the other police
station all morning to try to see if they will come with me to get some things. They wouldn’t. She gets me a bottle of
cold water from the canteen.
She says she will call me the next day. She doesn’t.

27 November – BREACH 2

. I walk back to the bus park via the highway and get into a Coaster Bus rather than the usual van-sized taxi. I get
a seat a few rows from the back which means it will take time to fill before we can leave.
Suddenly, there is a bang on the window next to my head. Brutus has his hands folded on the glass shading his
eyes and looking in at me. He tries to open the window. My evasive actions have been unsuccessful. Someone has seen
me and reported to him. I hold the window shut, jump up, get my camera out and start filming.
I know I can expect no help at all from the surrounding passengers. This I already learned. In Jamaica, if you are
in trouble, people will ignore you or very often simply take pleasure from the free entertainment. I’m not sure if this is
the ‘By-Stander Effect’, or if Jamaicans simply don’t give a shit. Anyway, I mentally block out their presence and record
Brutus’ actions, apologizing briefly to a young man in the back seat who I am also inadvertently filming.
 Brutus has moved to the back of the bus to try to avoid the camera. He is wearing a face mask and hat and
trying to cover his identity, but it is obviously the same man I have video of from earlier in the day. He is always
unmistakably him.
Now, he is back at the window, calling me an ‘eedjit’ and making crazy gestures with his hands at his head, like
it’s me who has mental health issues… He comes and goes for the next quarter hour before the bus leaves. He tries to
get the handicapped man behind me to open his window. I slap the poor man’s arm and tell him repeatedly don’t open
it. (First time I’ve assaulted anyone in a while…) He’s showing people wedding pictures saying I’m his wife. So what? The
woman you are trying to get at and calling names is your wife, eh? Then what? They should let you in to attack her? One
woman laughs and exclaims loudly, ‘Your wife DONE!’ Evidently.
He tries to get in the door. I hold it shut pushing my weight against it, still filming. I tell the conductor that he’s
wanted by the police and not to let him in. He barely acknowledges me, but he sees me back at the bus park a week or
so later and makes himself known to me as the one who ‘protected me against the gentleman’… Gentleman?? I really
feel that my only protection was the phone I was holding up recording him.
Brutus finally leaves. The bus finally leaves. When I am back in town on Monday to report this breach and the
continuing harassment via phone call, the policewoman really doesn’t want to take the report. She says I should have
come to the police station when it happened.
I was in the bus. He was outside the bus. There was no way I was going to go outside the bus. Also, I honestly
didn’t think of it. Didn’t cross my mind. What did cross my mind and I still contemplate is ‘What was he thinking?’
He had been given the Protection Order document. He had had it read to him by the Inspector. He knew I was
with the police just a few hours ago. And here he was, stalking me at the bus park and trying to get at me in the bus. For
what purpose? What was he planning to do if he got hold of me? Hit/hurt/kill me? Shake me around a bit while telling
people I was his wife and that would make it okay? Was it all just to scare me?... But the Protection Order…? Did he
think nothing would come of breaching it? Twice now in one day. But I knew something he didn’t - he would in all
likelihood be locked up within 24 hours. I just needed to get home.
- 28 November, ARRESTED

- 30 November, court. Just let him out, didn’t read evidence, statement, nothing

- REPORT SECOND FRIDAY BREACH AT MT SALEM

DECEMBER

- 1 December, BREACH #3

- threatening text messages and calls I didn’t answer (fat woman)

CISOCA – never got back to me but I got call from St James Victim support regarding counselling

1 DEC – Counselling session by phone, will call back in January

- 2 DEC – REPORT RAMBLE

- THREATENING TEXT MESSAGES X 3 5,40+, CALLS X 2 10,30PM X2 8 DECX1

- 3 December, COURT, deferred til 21 January 2021 cos 14th A has PC, I requested that it be added that he doesn’t call
me because he has been calling every day, judge said, of course he shouldn’t call me and explained such to him.

- ORDER GET STUFF –

“You don’t know what I’ve been through with this woman. She’s ruined my life. Spent all my money… Have you ever
seen a woman come into a house at the end of a marriage and take toiletries?!” He’s talking to the worse-than-useless
police who have accompanied me to our former marital home to get a few of my things. The Judge ordered him to let
me in because he’s been stalling for weeks and telling me and the police that he gave everything away. Jamaican police
with big guns and no balls allow him to block the doorway and get right up into my face as I try to get what’s left here of
my personal belongings. He is meant to stay 20 feet away from me. He is not meant to abuse or threaten me. He yells at
me and calls me a bitch.
I’m taking toiletries because I am permitted to. The system here does not allow me to take any of the furniture I bought.
Nothing from the kitchen, not even the coffee pot I used every morning when I lived here because they are somehow
‘property of the marriage’. I am looking in the cupboard for it. I find it on the stove and pick it up. He wrenches it out of
my hand like he can’t breathe without it. Later, I realize he planted it there so he could do exactly that.
I paid for every single household item. Everything. There’s nothing in that house that does not belong to me except his
clothes and shoes. And I bought some of those as well. The stove and the fridge I had before we moved in together. The
TV, the lounge suite, the dresser and the bed I bought when we moved here before we married. The Judge ordered I can
take the things I need for my teaching. My printer. It’s not here. My text books. They’re not here. She ordered I can take
clothes, shoes, toiletries. My makeup. It’s not here. My new sneakers and gold sandals I wore at the wedding are
missing. Some of my clothes are missing. Even my bucket is gone from the washroom.
He berates me incessantly for the twenty minutes or so I am there. I don’t listen. I am practiced at this – many, many
episodes of unremitting verbal abuse mean I can turn it into static – background noise. I’m concentrating on finding my
things.
The fat female who threatened me in town and called him to tell him my whereabouts now sits on my sofa wearing a
face mask, videoing me throughout.

STUFF MISSING:

• black suitcase, 7000

• printer, 10000
• monitor, 50000
• text books, 22000
• make up bag, 15000
• toiletries bag, 10000
• black sneakers, 13000
• gold sandals, 13000
• red track pants, 5200
• pink dress, 1500
• wedding rings, 12000
• other jewellery, 5000
• extra large beach towel, 5000
• business display stands, 10000
• stationery, scissors etc 6000 total: 184,700jmd

FURNITURE: DRESSER 20000, BED AND MATTRESS, 40000, LOUNGE SUITE, 40000, T V 22000, FRIDGE 24000, STOVE
8000, GAS 3500

IMMIGRATION

- attended PICA offices (2), eventually Supervisor told me that I should present myself before my current visa ends on
14th July with all the documentation about the domestic violence, rape, kidnap, Protection Order etc and/or a new work
permit application etc

CALLS:

4 DEC
5 – I, 2, 4 =7
6 – I, 2, 3 =6 ANSWERED, RECORDED
7 – I, 9 =10
8 – I, 5, 7 =13 ANSWERED, RECORDED
9-
10 – 1, =1
11 -
12 – 1, =1 ANSWERED, RECORDED
13 –
14 – 4 – 5 =9
15 – 5, =5 ANSWERED, RECORDED
16 – I, 1, 2 =4
17 – 10, 1 =11 ANSWERED, RECORDED
18 – 5, 8, 1 =14
19 – I, 3, =4
20 – 3 =3
21 – 2, =2
22 – 3 =3
23 -
24 – 2 =2
25
26
27 – 2, =2
28 – 1, =1
29 – 3 =3
30 – 3, =3
31 – 1, 1 =2

JANUARY

1 JAN – 3, =3
2–1 =1 ANSWERED

11 January – arrested on a new warrant,

14 JANUARY – PARISH COURT – OUTCOME?
21 January – did not attend court

27 - 1
29 – EMAIL – 1
- SPOKE TO ST JAMES VICTIM SUPPORT SERVICES - COUNSELLING
30 – 2 = ANSWERED ONE AND RECORDED
TOTAL =110