If there was ever a story about child abduction that defies comprehension, this is the one. My husband James and I moved to Montana seeking a peaceful and quiet life, a change from San Francisco. Settling into a historic landmark in Helena, we awaited the near arrival of our son while James bought the necessary equipment for starting his web development business. Our plans were interrupted suddenly when, at 37 weeks, my body without warning spun into five grand mal seizures.
The next event that I remember is waking up in a hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah, and a nurse asking me if I remembered being pregnant. She gave me the phone to talk to James. With a steady pace, he told me the story of the baby, and re-oriented me to the facts of our lives.
He explained how the hospital sent me to Utah for "dialysis" when no dialysis was necessary, and the medical team had also saved the baby's life after they had taken three hours to arrive for him. Our son spent three hours gasping for air without adequate equipment while the system took its sweet time getting to him. We were now separated in three different cities; James was in Helena, baby James was transferred to Great Falls, Montana, and I remained in Utah recovering from a 3-day medically-induced coma.
The hospital was intent on not letting me go and stalling me until the psychiatrist was done condemning me for alleged "delirium" which he later on admitted to me did not exist. For this reason, needed shoulder surgery was procrastinated for seventeen days. During this time I was denied adequate food and water which weakened me.
The psychiatrist's evaluation was well-prepared. He asked me many questions, presented audio and visual materials designed to create adverse reactions, and mentioned case specific information pertaining to my other two children in California. I kept in almost daily contact with James, who said that a C.P.S. social worker, Jim Abrahamson, had began harassing him in Montana and stated in a cocky manner that he and the hospital in Utah had been sharing my medical information.
My husband called me and told me what my rights were, including the fact that I had the right to walk out of the hospital at any time without signing any papers. Also, the hospital evaluation was Unconstitutional because it was foisted on me without my consent. In so doing, they were violating Fifth Amendment Rights.
After lying to me incessantly about hospital policy and other vital matters, I took a firm stand against the hospital staff in writing. I demanded the proper medications for lowering blood pressure quickly, immediate shoulder surgery, and the release of my bus ticket and taxi ride which I had arranged through the Mormon Church, citing the law, the Constitution, and our family's international law firm. The psychiatrist and his understudy fled my room like scared rabbits, and the hospital staff became docile and compliant.
I escaped the hospital after seventeen days of unnecessary imprisonment. My milk supply was therefore terminated due to the illegal stalling campaign of Jim Abrahamson invading my medical records prior to any case being opened. We have his admission in writing.
The nightmare did not end here.
Arriving home on the Greyhound bus with my pained shoulder in a sling and the residual pain from a fresh C-section incision and healing insides, I embraced my cherished spouse and beheld the mixture of joyful relief and pain in his eyes. He told me that Mr. Abrahamson was trying to serve us papers. A notice had just been posted at our residence from the Sheriff's office.
James explained why we needed to move quickly out of our home for the time being. He had been avoiding service to our residence by leaving early every morning and studying Montana law and the Constitution all day at the local coffee shop. He suggested calling my parents and giving custody of James over to them ahead of C.P.S.'s efforts to seize him, and moving into a local motel on the other side of town until arrangements were made.
I agreed to this plan, and we called my mother that night to explain the present circumstances. The next morning, we paid for a motel and waited for Mr. Woodson to arrive. While waiting for his belated appearance, we called lawyers in Helena to arrange for an appointment. The few lawyers in this small town came off with a strangely reluctant attitude, so we finally secured an appointment with a private lawyer in Missoula, Montana, without mentioning Social Services involvement.
When Mr. Woodson arrived, he feigned good intentions including the desire to rescue our family from the system and to protect our strategy and the privacy of our whereabouts. However, as the evening proceeded and we enjoyed dinner at a restaurant together in Helena, doubts began to arise. Mr. Woodson made the mistake of mentioning the word "Adoption" with an eagerness and kept pushing for us to wait for an attorney to materialize in Helena.
He stated insistently that he would rather take an attorney in Helena where they "know the power structure" of the town, than take an appointment with a lawyer in Missoula. We rejected this suggestion immediately, however, explaining that our appointment in Missoula was secured, and that we had been unable to make one in Helena. Mr. Woodson then agreed that we would go back to our motels next door that evening and drive to the appointment in Missoula the next day after breakfast.
Arriving at our appointment the next day, we met with our intended attorney, a chubby man with an aggressive attitude. When he began to speak to us, he asked us what we wanted to do and why. We stated that we were here in his office to draw up a transfer of custody for our newborn James, for the simple reason that we felt it was in our son's best interest. The attorney then took a thoughtful pause, long enough for Mr. Woodson to interject the following statement:
"I would just like to say something. A C.P.S. social worker in Helena is involved with this case."
Upon this resounding statement, the attorney's demeanor changed as he inquired about more details on this matter. Mr. Woodson then went on to explain that he and his wife Carolyn were in this process of adopting two of my other children in California. He then stated that they would like to include James in their adoption process.
The attorney asked if any prior work had been done regarding their goals, and Mr. Woodson responded by explaining that he had made a phone call to Adoption Specialist Claudia Shockley in California. She had cooperated with Mr. Woodson by sending the records of my closed case in Napa directly to Jim Abrahamson's office in Helena, Montana. The attorney, becoming boldly indignant, then spouted:
"Well you shouldn’t undercut C.P.S. when they wish to intervene!"
Feeling strongly ourselves that C.P.S. shouldn't undercut the sacredness of families and the Constitution, my husband then presented his family's international law firm card of Calvo and Clark in Guam. Looking and talking more angrily, he stated that he would call Jim Abrahamson in Helena. Right then and there, we waited for him to have a short phone conference with Jim Abrahamson.
The attorney excused himself for a short meeting behind closed doors, stating that C.P.S. would drop their fabricated neglect charges and dismiss our case (see "The True Story" under "Wine Country Abduction-Part 2") if we would agree to a legal guardianship, but that if we came back at them with a lawsuit, they would re-try a dismissed case, even though this is illegal. We therefore agreed to the assignment of this guardianship under great duress, and awaited our scheduled Court date back in Helena to have the matter dropped.
It was now Friday, and we had one short weekend of rest before our scheduled Court date in Helena on November 5, 2007.
On November 3rd, we had one meeting with Jim Abrahamson. Mr. Woodson brought up adoption again, but Abrahamson said that they could not do this because it is a process. Then Mr. Woodson mentioned the baby's health as a reason for backing out of a guardianship. Mr. Abrahamson then responded that he would be would be happy to call the hospital right then, which he did, reporting back that the baby was doing fine. Before wrapping up the meeting, James interjected:
"Oh, by the way! We forgot to tell you. Both Sarah and I have Native American heritage". Looking taken aback, Jim and his present supervisor said that this would change everything. We would need a Court date on November 5th to establish this. We had already learned Montana law which stated that the mere claim of ANY Indian heritage disqualified James from state jurisdiction and parental rights terminations.
During the weekend prior to the 5th, we also received an e-mail from Mr. Woodson. He said he was driving to Great Falls, Montana to visit James who was still being held in the hospital, and that he and Carolyn were incapable of adopting James and "raising him to maturity". He suggested giving James to some strangers, a "younger couple" fitting his description of what he deemed to be ideal, hoping we would agree.
We did not answer. Mr. Woodson sent us another e-mail just prior to our 1:30 court date again, asking for a meeting before Court. Again we did not answer.
At the hearing, my attorney grabbed us in to her office and tried to tell me that I would be "losing all my rights" as a mother if I agreed to a guardianship. However, her attempts to deceive me ceased when I told her "not so", because I know full well that guardianships keep parental rights intact. Arriving in the courtroom itself, we then made mention of our Indian heritage which was disregarded.
State Deputy Attorney Carolyn Clemens simply opened the case and placed our son in State jurisdiction for five minutes without any birth certificate yet created for James. They then dismissed the case, handing us non-confidential paperwork stating "Case Dismissed". On the dismissed paperwork, it states that the Montana guardians have permission to live in California, and also that if I received any monies from an estate before the mid-1990's, it must be given to the wealthy guardians.
While standing before us with these papers, Mr. Abrahamson, in an apparent attempt to intimidate one last time, made a veiled threat. He said, "You guys will always be under the spotlight". This statement violated the Eighth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution which pertains to Cruel and Unusual Punishment.
The ride in Montana was now over, and we headed back to San Francisco on the bus to be near our son for visitation.
To summarize our experience in this city, we lived through about one year of hell. We were never once granted a single visit with James. Mr. Woodson made the promise over the phone to bring James to us at the beginning of our stay in the city. He said, "You will see your son". Instead, he concealed him entirely from his arrival in California until the present time.
After four months of concealing him from us without explanation, (this alone constitutes abduction) we decided to investigate the matter of my defrauded inheritance in the state of Arkansas. I uncovered a great deal of money owed to me which was also needed to help obtain proper housing. I asked my mother to please restore the money that she took from me, but she refused to do so, while continuing to blame me for the housing issue that they and C.P.S. created. They also refused to acknowledge money owed for pain and suffering due to child abduction.
After eight months of total concealment, James called Mr. Woodson again, inquiring about seeing our son. Mr. Woodson said we would never have a chance to see our son due to our Arkansas investigation, which we encourage you to read. (See: Foul Play In Arkansas Story). I then discovered shortly after this statement that Mr. Woodson, Rebecca and Jeffrey Feeney of St. Helena, and Mr. James Vaughn Jones, an attorney in Napa, were involved in a secret wrongful adoption process, and that James was already absent from the Woodson's house.
Mr. Feeney, the abductor, sent us the photo of James that is centered on this website. In this same e-mail that contained his photo, he attempted to serve us with papers for a parental rights termination hearing in Napa, which has no civil jurisdiction over James. In fact, the Woodsons did not even file a guardianship in California.
Concluding Thoughts
For those who view shows such as "Without a Trace", etc. which portrays a romanticized version of majestic heroism, cutting-edge investigation, and valiant concern for justice by U.S. government including agencies such as the F.B.I., etc., understand without mistake that these shows are absolute misrepresentations of reality.When we contacted the F.B.I., they replied, "What's the urgency?". After contacting Special Agent Matthew Beaupain, he falsely claimed that he had "promised us nothing" and that their agency did not handle Color of Law matters. Is this true? Not according to their website.
The United States government and all its agencies are entirely corrupt, from the local police all the way to Washington, D.C. The only justice that exists operates in accordance with the question, "How much justice can you afford?". For this reason, our country is beyond repair at this time. The only change Americans can hope for is to have their bureaucracy removed and replaced. Under the current system, poor and even middle class Caucasian Americans are seeing their jobs, families, and freedoms destroyed due to the deliberately allowed influx of unauthorized foreigners, and the bullying tactics of our government.
Our "Wine Country Abduction Part 2" Story illustrates how we contacted every possible government agency and individual with the power to solve our problem to no avail. Who would ever think that between the local police, the F.B.I., and even a string of attorneys that we contacted, not one person is capable of arriving at the Feeney's doorstep and picking up our child? When Deputy Bryan Sardoc of Napa County did find him there on a "welfare check" after we reported an abduction, he simply left the child with the abductors, and then closed it without explanation! here is the Case Number: NSD08002427.
If anyone does have an explanation for this, please let us know. And this includes Napa County.
