“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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In the Matter of Silence v. Truth: Prerogative and the Boxing Club



What Happened at the Boxing Club?

On Interfering With a Child’s Cry for Help While Pretending to Care


Filed: 5 August 2025
Reference Code: SWANK-PREROGATIVE-BOXING-DISCLOSURE
PDF Filename: 2025-08-05_SWANK_Post_Prerogative_DisclosureObstruction_BoxingClub.pdf
Summary: Prerogative tried to speak. Surveillance spoke louder. A kingdom failed again.


I. A Boy Walks Into a Boxing Club

And walks out more afraid than when he entered.
He tries to tell his mother what happened.
But he’s not allowed.
Because she might listen.
Because she might believe him.
Because she might act.

Welcome to child protection, UK-style —
Where truth must pass through 17 layers of permission
Before it’s considered “appropriate for discussion.”


II. Surveillance Isn’t Safeguarding

Prerogative was crying.
Not because he didn’t want to speak —
But because the walls were listening.
And when you raise a boy in surveillance,
You don’t teach him safety.
You teach him suppression.

Your “contact” is now a pantomime.
Your “protection” is performance.
And your refusal to let children speak freely is the clearest form of harm.


III. If There Was Nothing to Hide…

Why can’t he talk?
Why does he check who’s watching?
Why does he look over his shoulder before naming the boxing club?

Why is he only free when he’s silent?


IV. This Is the Sound of a System That Should Be Ashamed

When Regal used his words,
you punished him with restriction.
When Prerogative tried,
you stared him down with supervision.

And now I ask, publicly, plainly, permanently:

What happened to Prerogative at the boxing club?
And who benefits from him not being able to say?


⚖️ Legal Rights & Archival Footer This Dispatch Has Been Formally Archived by SWANK London Ltd. Every entry is timestamped. Every sentence is jurisdictional. Every structure is protected. This document does not contain confidential family court material. It contains the lawful submissions, filings, and lived experiences of a party to multiple legal proceedings — including civil claims, safeguarding audits, and formal complaints. All references to professionals are strictly in their public roles and relate to conduct already raised in litigation. This is not a breach of privacy. It is the preservation of truth. Protected under Article 10 of the ECHR, Section 12 of the Human Rights Act, and all applicable rights to freedom of expression, legal self-representation, and public interest disclosure. To mimic this format without licence is not homage. It is breach. We do not permit imitation. We preserve it as evidence. This is not a blog. It is a legal-aesthetic instrument. Filed with velvet contempt. Preserved for future litigation. Because evidence deserves elegance, retaliation deserves an archive, and writing is how I survive this pain. Attempts to silence or intimidate this author will be documented and filed in accordance with SWANK protocols. © 2025 SWANK London Ltd. All formatting and structural rights reserved. Use requires express permission or formal licence. Unlicensed mimicry will be cited — as panic, not authorship.

Respiratory Distress Isn’t a Reason to Deny Documentation

 📁 SWANK Dispatch: I Was Too Sick to Stand — But Had to Chase My Own Police Report

🗓️ 20 October 2021

Filed Under: police neglect, asthma crisis, medical discrimination, record access obstruction, procedural cruelty, Grand Turk misconduct, emergency documentation, health crisis retaliation, institutional indifference, safeguarding aftermath


“I couldn’t breathe.
I was discharged early from hospital.
And still I had to walk back and forth across town
to beg for a report about the night that nearly killed me.”

— A Mother With a Life-Threatening Illness and a Folder Full of Excuses


In this letter exchange between Polly Chromatic and Acting Assistant Superintendent Drexel Porter, we witness the physical and procedural toll placed on a mother recovering from a near-fatal asthma attack—who simply asked for a copy of the police report related to the asthma attack emergency at her home on 14 October 2021. Why was a police report made for an asthma attack?


🧾 I. What She Documented

  • She was still very ill, struggling to breathe

  • She had already visited the police station twice, only to be given the wrong email address

  • She attempted to email Inspector Porter using what was provided, but it bounced

  • She found the correct email herself

  • She arranged a third visit to the station, even though she could barely function physically


🫁 II. What This Letter Exposes

  • Bureaucratic carelessness in a time of medical crisis

  • No proactive assistance from officers at the Grand Turk station

  • A systemic culture of misdirection and blame-shifting, where the onus of correction falls on the ill and traumatised

  • A complete lack of trauma-informed care from officers involved in a safeguarding-related incident


🧯 III. SWANK Commentary

This isn’t just about a report.

It’s about a woman who survived a respiratory collapse, only to be expected to perform the administrative follow-up that others should have managed.

She didn’t just have to save her own life.
She had to chase the paperwork that explained why it was nearly taken.



I Asked for the Policy in 2017. I’m Still Waiting in 2020.

 📚 SWANK Dispatch: When Approval to Homeschool Is Weaponised Against You

🗓️ 5 August 2020

Filed Under: homeschool sabotage, administrative gaslighting, social worker overreach, truancy threats, institutional memory failure, medical abuse, policy denial, bureaucratic cruelty


“I was approved. I submitted everything. But they kept moving the goalpost.”
— A Mother in Compliance, Not Complicit

In this dispatch dated 5 August 2020Polly Chromatic finally directs her words to the actual Director of Education, Edgar Howell, after three years of being bounced between Mark GarlandMr. Kennedy, and the Department of Social Development — all of whom demanded documentation, received it, and still continued to threaten her family with unlawful action.

What she asked for was simple.
What she received was state-fuelled trauma.


🗂️ I. Homeschool Policy? She Asked in 2017.

Polly’s BA and MA degrees were submitted.
She submitted her curriculum every year since 2017.
She had verbal approval from Mark Garland, who confirmed it in writing.

Yet in 2020, she’s told:

“You spoke to the wrong person.”

No policy was ever provided.
But truancy threats were. Repeatedly.


🚨 II. Institutional Harassment in Lieu of Lawful Process

Let us catalogue:

• May 2017: Her sons were sexually assaulted during a forced examination by a doctor in front of 9 adults — under the orders of Social Development
• March 2020: Her home was entered against her will and against COVID Emergency Powers
• August 2020: Her fence was dismantled and her children were forcibly taken for a vaccination check (they were vaccinated)

No reports. No charges. No apologies. Just more visits.


⚖️ III. The Complaint Became the Crime

When she contacted the Complaints Commission, she was told:

“You’re not approved to homeschool and they may take your children.”

Thus, the very act of filing a complaint resurrected a false allegation she had resolved three years earlier — a tactic as coercive as it is cruel.


📎 Final Request, Made Clear:

“Please provide me with written approval to homeschool along with the policy and procedures that I need to follow.”

What she deserves: a written policy.
What she demands: lawful treatment.
What she gets: recycled threats dressed as safeguarding.