Privacy commissioners phone tapped
by Sonya Fay McKenzie
Today I got info back from the Christchurch police in relation to a request for info through the privacy commissioner. The info I received was unusual. My name was wrong. An old name from a forced marriage, mutual divorce years ago, he has died. I had to take my photo ID into the police to get the info. Now they say my real name is this forced marriage, divorced, long since died name. Internal affairs dont see it like this. If the police think, for some strange reason the name on my photo ID is wrong, why did they hand over the info to me. Info about a different name. So I rung the privacy commissioner back to tell her this. She said there is a loud noise on the phone, whats that, can you ring back later. I said no, thats your phone being tapped illegally.
Earlier I got info from my request to WINZ. I had a very short job as a telemarketer with a Bob Jones company. I got paid about $20, so Sonya Vincent at WINZ took $200 off me. I was forced to leave the job. I got fired for abandonment of job and fined. Tip of iceberg.
The boss of Sonya Vincent at WINZ was Bruce Ash, the brother of the man I was forced into a forced marriage with, Rex Wayne Ash. The people who forced me into this forced marriage (Jim Walshe and Diane Fitzgerald), told me I was not allowed to make a will. Yet a will I have shows, my journalism research, writing and manuscripts all go to Bruce Ash. I call this a fraud.
I have requests in with the DHB and council too. Im going to put in a request for tax files soon. These creeps gave up trying to force me to kill myself, so they cut off my tax number, welfare, bank account and banned me from working, volunteering or doing further education. I was stateless and internally displaced. Yet I was born in New Zealand. They made me a victim. Victims are not workers, victims are not crazy and victims are not willing. I have given up being a victim if their horror.
I was born on the same day as the funeral of Mr Ward, the unsolved Catholic parcel bombing victim in Dunedin in 1962. Unsolved to this day. My birth mother and half sister are both missing people in Australia after they went there on a visit. I suspect the Trades hall bombing is linked to these too. Another unsolved forever crime. Or so the police think. Tip of iceberg.
by Sonya Fay McKenzie
Today I got info back from the Christchurch police in relation to a request for info through the privacy commissioner. The info I received was unusual. My name was wrong. An old name from a forced marriage, mutual divorce years ago, he has died. I had to take my photo ID into the police to get the info. Now they say my real name is this forced marriage, divorced, long since died name. Internal affairs dont see it like this. If the police think, for some strange reason the name on my photo ID is wrong, why did they hand over the info to me. Info about a different name. So I rung the privacy commissioner back to tell her this. She said there is a loud noise on the phone, whats that, can you ring back later. I said no, thats your phone being tapped illegally.
Earlier I got info from my request to WINZ. I had a very short job as a telemarketer with a Bob Jones company. I got paid about $20, so Sonya Vincent at WINZ took $200 off me. I was forced to leave the job. I got fired for abandonment of job and fined. Tip of iceberg.
The boss of Sonya Vincent at WINZ was Bruce Ash, the brother of the man I was forced into a forced marriage with, Rex Wayne Ash. The people who forced me into this forced marriage (Jim Walshe and Diane Fitzgerald), told me I was not allowed to make a will. Yet a will I have shows, my journalism research, writing and manuscripts all go to Bruce Ash. I call this a fraud.
I have requests in with the DHB and council too. Im going to put in a request for tax files soon. These creeps gave up trying to force me to kill myself, so they cut off my tax number, welfare, bank account and banned me from working, volunteering or doing further education. I was stateless and internally displaced. Yet I was born in New Zealand. They made me a victim. Victims are not workers, victims are not crazy and victims are not willing. I have given up being a victim if their horror.
I was born on the same day as the funeral of Mr Ward, the unsolved Catholic parcel bombing victim in Dunedin in 1962. Unsolved to this day. My birth mother and half sister are both missing people in Australia after they went there on a visit. I suspect the Trades hall bombing is linked to these too. Another unsolved forever crime. Or so the police think. Tip of iceberg.
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