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I was terrified of sending Luke back to that house, his face was scratched, he had suffered 3rd degree burns and he was always injured with that 74 year old foster carer, not to mention the three older abused children he was crammed in with. On top of that they were all home on school holidays.

Everything I said stright off, as a father, as a failure as a father as the department of child safety would describe me, I was right about. I begged the visit supervisor, please give him back.

He is fine with me. There are kids out there that need help, he is fine with me. I wanted to run with Luke, but I knew I would never see him again. At least he would still be alive.

Two days later severe scratches on his penis. He did the scratches on his face, he scratched his penis. This is what we were told. Bullshit.

The next day after the penis scratches I finally got a meeting with the "REUNIFICATION TEAM LEADER." Joe, you are a murdering c*** and I hold you responsible for the death of Luke. This bitch didn't even give me a chance to speak.I had waited three months for this meeting.

I have a diary. I rang the visit supervisor Liz and outlined what I wished to speak about in this meeting as I had waited three months for this meeting so I could get longer access visits with Luke, the first step in getting him back. I had been travelling four hours from cooktown to Cairns to see Luke for two hours, then four hours back to Cooktown to where I was staying, with the manager of St Vincent De Pauls in Cooktown. This made no difference either.

This bitch Jo, whose job it was to bring my family back together, to get Luke out of foster care, started the meeting by telling me I was a child abuser and that I should admit it. She handes me a list of rules

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for future visits. I got one question in. What about longer visits. A flat refusal by this poor excuse of a human being that should not be let anywhere near children. I interjected "Some people get longer visits after three weeks, I have been on two hours a week for six months."
Her reply "that is other people, not you. I was raising my voice, the meeting was over.
At the top of my list was get him out of that house. I didn't even get to ask the first question.

That was on the Friday. On the monday I got a call telling me Luke was in intensive care. They had all been in first for a look. As if Luke wanted them around. I should have been rung the day before, as soon as he was admitted.

There is Jo the hateful entity that is unleashed upon societys most unfortunate, surrounded by police. Again with her "your raising your voice" crap when I told her that I knew he shouldn't be in that house. Your raising your voice. I said straight back at her "I get angry I raise my voice. You get angry and you take peoples kids off them."

I have to forgive her, or how can God forgive me...Lucky for that bitch.

This is after I had an outside agency supervise one of my visits, and afterwards the visit supervisor went straight back to the department of child safety in Cairns, the den of banshees that terrorise families and rejoice in the kidnapping and murdering of children from troubled families. This lady from the outside child safety agency told them I was an outstanding father and to give the boy back immediately.

This was never an option. They had no intention of ever giving my son back. So much so that they organised with Luke's mum a new birth certificate, without my name as the father on it. This is despite a lengthy history of abuse and neglect by Luke's mother with the department of child safety.

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