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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L6cpKcGCgg

I taught my son in the bath everyday from six months old. Splish splash Splish splash Splish splash Splish splash singing while I tapped the water with my hands, therefore it was singing and percussion. I did this as I was startled when he sang to Bob Marley, they weren't words but he was definitely in time and in tune.

I started him on piano everyday at seven months old...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTae101KyPA

I also taught him tamborine...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORK0gelxio0

I started drawing lessons just before he was taken off me by the department of child safety. The day they came and took him away I had bought him a childrens drum kit that morning...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xo7wInwk3P0

He played it once after they dragged him out of his bed during his lunchtime nap. I think it was the first time he was ever woken from his midday nap as I was religous about Luke's siesta, the house was in silence during the day while he slept, this was easy as his mum was usually sober at this time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyUJGFOTxX0

They waited til we played that last song then they took him away screaming.

http://lukesarmy.com/pages/view-andor-download-letter-coroner

I had his first drawing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fx5L0Y82mW8

hanging on his bedroom wall, This was the only time I ever swore at Luke. I intended to be forceful only when it came to drugs as I didn't want him to make the same mistake as me.

I never stopped telling how much I loved him. It would be the last thing I ever said to him...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C33jlwD6kFk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Foet07k1WNs

Luke had a jumping castle in his lounge room, it was Luke's house, and I was his servant. I always stuck to that rule.
This was Luke's lounge room...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeH3x6lnzoM

They took him away and for the last six months of Luke's life I would see him for two hours a week. I was never late, I never missed a visit. I stayed with the head of St Vincent De Paul in Cooktown to rehabilitate from drugs. This made no difference to the department of child safety. The friday before my son received a blow to the head so severe it fractured his skull, caused a blood clot, bleeding on the brain and starved his brain of oxygen, on this friday, January the ninth, my birthday, I finally had the meeting I had been waiting three months for. I was called a child abuser. Told that I had abused my son and should admit it. When I tried to object I was told I was raising my voice, handed a list of rules for future visits and told that the meeting was over. I would continue travelling four hours from cooktown to Cairns and four hours back, every week, to see my son for just two hours.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c60JBE66cwU

This "reunification team leader" who was supposed to help me get my son back, still works for the department of child safety. So does the woman who employed her, Pat Anderson.

Please ring the department of child safety North Cairns and request an audience with Pat Anderson. I did, twice in the week before that meeting, once three days later while my son lay there dieing.
I also rang the foster home, three times while my son lay there dieing.
Jo, the "reunification team leader" who was supposed to help me get my son back, knew that my son was in a house where the foster carer was 74 years old. Jo also knew that there were three older children who had a history of being abused in that house, all home from school holidays.
I also know that Pat Anderson, the woman who is supposed to care about children and set an example for her employees, Pat Anderson knows that this 74 year old foster carer has a gambling problem and brings the foster children to the club while she gambles.
Pat Anderson also knows that this 74 year old woman has a history of abusing the foster children.
Pat Anderson alson knows that this 74 year old foster carer turns a blind eye while the older kids bully the younger ones.
The 74 year old also knew that my son had received a severe knock to the head, and left him to die.
It wasn't til six hours later, after my third phone call to the 74 year old foster carer, that she finally checked on my precious little angel, and rang an ambulance.

Pat Anderson, head of the department of child safety in North Cairns, Jo the "reunification team leader", how dare you call me a bad parent when you put my son in this position.

I rang the complaints hotline of the department of child safety in Brisbane and they were horrified when I informed them of the situation, they gave me the name of the manager of the department of child safety in Cairns, Pat Anderson.

Both of you, Pat Anderson, manager of the department of child safety in North Cairns, and Jo, team leader ot the "reunification team",

PACK YOUR BAGS. YOUR TIME OF ABUSING FAMILIES AND ANSWERING TO NOONE IS OVER. I AM ONE ANGRY FATHER AND YOU DO NOT WANT ME TO COME DOWN THERE. FURTHER MORE, LUKES ARMY HAS REACHED TWO THOUSAND, AND IS GROWING BY THE HUNDREDS DAILY. YOU AND YOUR KIND HAVE INFLICTED YOUR MISERY FOR LONG ENOUGH. GET YOUR BUDDIES AND TAKE A HIKE. IT IS TIME FOR COMPASSIONATE PEOPLE TO RUN THIS DEPARTMENT, PEOPLE WHO ARE THERE TO HELP, NOT JUDGE. I MEAN IT, GET OUT YOU PARASITES OF THE UNFORTUNATE.

Written from the heart, by Luke's Dad
(That helpless innocent child and his nobody father).