👑 The Name Is Chromatic
On Surnames, Surveillance, and State-Sanctioned Folly
By: Polly Chromatic
(née Noelle Jasmine Meline Bonnee Annee Simlett, but not if I can help it)
📍 Grand Turk / Providenciales / London
🕰 Dated: 9 January 2020
🖋 I. Regarding Names, Misnamings, and Institutional Clumsiness
Let us begin where all bureaucracy fumbles first: identity.
My full legal name—infelicitously recorded—is Noelle Jasmine Meline Bonnee Annee Simlett.
“Bonnee Annee” is misspelled on my husband’s adoption certificate. It ought to be Bonneannee.
“Simlett” belongs to my husband’s stepfather and plays no meaningful role in my personhood.
I do not use either. Neither should you.
We intend to correct this grave aesthetic and legal oversight by legally adopting the surname Bonneannee, a name as unapologetically French as our standards.
🏚 II. Duke Street: A Study in Neighbourly Malice
November 2016 – November 2017
Our residency on Duke Street was marred by the theatrical villainy of one Brian Haegney, who declared (publicly and repeatedly) his wish to have my children “taken away.”
He succeeded in summoning the state: Ashley Adams Forbes responded on 23 May 2017 with references to “many occasions” of physical abuse.
There were no such occasions.
I have never physically punished my children. Not once. Not ever.
Fabrication, however, was clearly in season.
🏥 III. The May 2017 Examination: A Display of Barbarism
Following Brian's fables, I—along with my mother and children—was forcibly escorted to Grand Turk National Hospital.
My sons were subjected to genital examinations in the presence of nine seated adults, who arranged themselves in a semicircle as though attending a gallery opening.
My daughter was not examined at all. One wonders why.
There was no consent. No privacy. No explanation.
I protested. I was shamed for protesting.
My mother witnessed every indignity. We left traumatised. DSD left satisfied.
📵 IV. On the Myth of My Disappearance
Contrary to DSD’s invented difficulties, I have had the same phone number since 2016.
I provided them a timeline that plainly stated we had relocated to Providenciales.
They knew where we were. They simply preferred the fiction.
🛒 V. Brown Houses, Truancy Officers, and the Politics of Grocery Shopping
May 2018
Upon moving to the Brown Houses, I was harassed in the grocery store by Mr. Kennedy, truancy officer and part-time intimidator.
I contacted Ashley Adams Forbes, Mark Garland, and Edgar Howell. Mark responded. Ashley threatened a home visit to inspect my children's notebooks.
No such visit occurred.
I was advised to let it go by our property attorney Andre Malcolm, so I did—like a lady, not a doormat.
🧾 VI. Homeschooling: Authorised and Yet Persecuted
I spoke to Mark Garland in June 2017. He formally approved me to homeschool.
DSD was informed—directly and explicitly.
Therefore, any report about my children “being out during school hours” in 2018 is not just irrelevant, it is publicly embarrassing for those who made it.
🧱 VII. Palm Grove, Petty Neighbours, and Nonsensical Allegations
August 2019
Allegations emerged: drug use, nudity, dirty children. (I assure you: only the last one is true, and blessedly so.)
The report coincides precisely with a verbal altercation involving my neighbour Jenny and her fence-builder John, a man who:
Attempted to punch me through a fence.
Threatened to kill me.
Complained that my house “should be torn down.”
If children being barefoot in their own yard offends someone, the problem is with their worldview, not my parenting.
💉 VIII. Vaccinations and Surveillance by Stethoscope
My children are vaccinated. In the USA, UK, and TCI. Try to keep up.
The report that we were “unvaccinated” came one day after I privately discussed vaccines on the phone with my mother. Someone had clearly been eavesdropping.
Romeo’s cheek bandage was from treating a cherry angioma, not trauma.
The wart plasters I used worked better than the prescription.
The doctor declared all children in good health. So why was a Care Plan initiated?
We were left at the hospital without transport or explanation.
🧠 IX. The Psychiatric Farce
I have no mental health diagnosis.
I disclosed eosinophilic asthma—a medical condition, not a psychiatric one.
Mental health officers were sent anyway. They asked if the trampoline was for the kids and whether we wore shoes outdoors.
No reports, no diagnoses, no explanations. Just... bureaucrats in sandals.
📌 X. The Paper Trail of Nothingness
Ashley Forbes now declares that a “current investigation” continues.
Into what, exactly?
Medical professionals reported no concerns.
My documentation is exhaustive.
DSD refused to meet my attorney, Lara.
They claim I am uncooperative. Yet the silence, avoidance, and evasion are all theirs.
📎 XI. Demands, Non-Negotiable
I hereby demand:
Full access to all records and reports made by DSD against me.
Disclosure of every justification offered for:
The 2017 genital inspections.
The 2019 hospital visit.
The so-called Care Plan that no one has seen.
A formal acknowledgement that no Care Plan was ever agreed, signed, or explained.
🕯 Final Observation
This is no longer about safeguarding. It is about face-saving.
A decade of harassment, neighbourly vendettas, misapplied protocols, and fabricated crises—designed not to protect children, but to punish a woman who refuses to grovel.
If DSD remains “involved,” it is not because of need. It is because they cannot admit error.
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