“Though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back… she would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.” - Aslan, C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
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You Keep Ignoring My Requests — I’m Calling a Lawyer

 📨 SWANK Dispatch: If You’re Planning Around My Children, Involve Me

🗓️ 6 August 2020

Filed Under: unacknowledged requests, investigation opacity, parental exclusion, statutory rights ignored, child welfare irony, legal escalation, bureaucratic deflection


“The danger to my children is not the home — it’s the department.”
— A Mother Who Requested Reports, Not Surprises

On the 6th of August 2020Polly Chromatic sent a crisp, restrained letter to Ashley Adams-Forbes, Deputy Director of the Department of Social Development, addressing what should never have needed to be repeated:

If you’re investigating my children,
you must tell me why.
You must show your reports.
You must include me in the process.


📂 I. The Legislative Obligation

Turks and Caicos law mandates transparency in child welfare investigations. But instead of receiving the required reports, Polly has received:

• Ongoing intrusion
• No rationale
• No documents
• No involvement in planning
• No formal explanation


🧠 II. The Threat to Her Children Comes from Within the System

She writes:

“It is the department itself that has put my children in harms way repeatedly through demonstrated acts of bad judgement.”

She’s not speculating. She’s documenting.
And she has receipts — from forced hospital visits, illegal home entries, and ignored medical risk warnings.


⚖️ Final Line:

“I have decided to consult with an attorney.”

It’s not a threat.
It’s a boundary.
A formal one — drawn after too many ignored questions, and too many invisible decisions made behind a mother’s back.



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