A Life Below the Poverty Line. The Future

The sum of $1500 is very symbolic. This is a sum that is below the poverty line.  People who see the sum alone could have the mistaken conception that I am dedicated to a life of poverty.  I live with a severe catholic order so this a very real danger.

Second of all I accept this sum I must live without even the social welfare system to bear witness to what will happen. I am to relay on the judgement of my brother and people who I do not know, who remain anonymous.  Which as you see have already been none too generous with the partitioning of the will. 

They have decided, (him and my mother), that I will have the money, guaranteed, to live way below today’s poverty line, without being indexed for inflation, for all the years of my life. This is Dependant on his generosity only. I will have nothing else from the estate that I can use according to my will. Unless I discuss with my brother.  At this time I refuse to do it.

 
He, however, can do whatever he likes. I have no say at all what happens with anything that remotely resembles "my half".

 

I wonder if it’s legal to provide a "pension" before the poverty line.

 

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The Signing of Documents

The Power of Attorney

So two weeks later, yesterday, we met: my brother, his wife, my mother and me. Finally they named the document they want me to sign. It was the Power of Attorney. It says my brother can administer my affairs without asking me and take and receive things for me without my knowledge.

There were several documents to be signed.  

My brother and I are estranged but I am functionally mute and do not have a single other person to do this.  The Public Curator site says over and over that becoming a ward of the estate should only be used as a last resort. Seeing no choice and I sign the power of attorney to my brother and his wife.

The Conditions of My Mothers Will

This is not all. The surprise is at that meeting my mother comes up with her will.  These are the terms.

My brother and his wife will be left the city house and I am sure everything in it.  All the valuable, antiques etc... This is a huge part of the estate.  They already have many thing including the two cars (my fathers was brand new) and everything they want in the house.  It was very expensively filled at the time of my father’s death.  Nothing at all has come to me.

 The estate will then be divided equally between me and by brother.  (The country house, the business the industrial building and the monies and whatever else).  

I will be given to live off every month a pension of $1500.00 to be regulated by my brother. The rest of the money is to be put in trust and I cannot touch it.  At the end of my life it will go to his children.

The money will be invested by a stock broker. If the investments go up the monthly sum will go up.   What needs are deemed essential will be regulated by my brother.  This a large sum of $300,000.00 if I live 30 years.

 

I took a long time to curse them roundly.

 
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Prologue to the Reading of My Mother’s Will

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 Two weeks ago my brother and I had the first meeting with the notary to discuss my brother taking care of my affairs in case anything happened to me.  It was to be a basic signing a document, so that he could do things like pay the rent if I got sick. Or pay any outstanding bills.

 He said write all your questions down so that the notary could answer them.

So I come with eight carefully phrased questions.  This little paper which took me all of eight minutes to read, took the whole two weeks to compile and still was not finished. I was afraid.

 Unfortunately my questions were deemed inappropriate to the paper I was to sign.

I really had no desire to sign any such document since my brother has been steadily saying he would not give me a thing if he handled the estate.  Also I have been told to think very carefully before I give such an important power to someone else.

 The notary would make up the document and we had to meet again to sign it. She offered to meet me alone but I said it is not necessary. I have nothing to hide. My brother said he wanted my mother to come at the same time for some business of her own and we arranged to meet.

 

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The Family Unit when Life is Cheap

I come from a very violent community in which homemakers were killed very frequently and the children were kept alive for cheap labor.  So what happens to the family unit.
To be a homemaker, first you have to have a well functioning, fully equipped home.  Even if you die that will still remain.  If you die, then legally everything will be litigated most of the time and all the stuff in the house will be split up and mostly sold very cheaply or, more likely, given away.
What will be forfeited will be the whole complex collection of articles that make up a complete family home.  You might be able to sell the home but functionally all the furniture, cosmetics, clothes, kitchen supplies, etc.. will be simply be put back on store shelves.

The home will be empty once again.  You have to find people who have the money to equip it.
To a poor community, a fully equipped house is much for valuable than an empty one.  The richer the house the better.  All you have to do is find someone who is renting who you like and they can move in and having every thing organized and fully equipped.  For no money except what is not paid.  Which the houses were bought.

The problem of course is that you have to report in regularly to the government somehow as the people who own and bought the house.  If they were murdered, and the community wants the house and the person who owns it to function as fast as possible they have to imitate the family unit.

In other words, if there  were a mother, a father and a child then there should be at the very least the same three people. (even if others take their place).  Yes these things can be changed but meanwhile everything is functioning well and a good community member has access to a much better living arrangement than he or she could pay for.  But they have to make up a surrogate family unit.

On the surface this seems okay because three poorer people get a quick and easy upgrade to their standard of living.  the problem is that there is very rarely an exact replica of the people who died.

Thus within what seems to be a cohesive family unit you might have very fierce competing.  As a matter hidden within this structure it is my experience you have bloodthirsty attacks that have to be hidden from all authorities including child administrators, the police and the mayor as well as the neighbors.  And this is a very dangerous and painful thing for the people who are in the unit as well as the community.  If you are a very young child, as I was, it means that you are in for a lot of horror and grief as your parents change into something incomprehensible and strange.  Because they are actually other people and you are too small to see this.

My Brother's judgement and the Poverty Line

I moved into this pavilion in September 1999.  At the time I was horrified.  I am naturally unable to speak and the place is not only very big it is full of international travellers.  I was told from the outset I would not be heard.  The women who run the place have their own mandate in their mind and I would be left to myself.  Chronically so.

I expected this.  I had lived in a group home before and the way I avoided social isolation was to always go out I society.   As much as I could I drank in the Montreal cultural scene. I did this until I literally started dying and then I was told to stop or I would lose everything.  This is a period about fifteen years.

At the time, I also was instrumental as a resident, in starting a very important meal making program.  The sophistication of the meals became so important that finally a social worker from the CLSC wanted to move into our half way house.  This was a very great compliment.

I also never stopped volunteering my time to help social concerns.  I worked in a food bank and with seniors.  In retrospect, although this move is popular with the authorities that handle my case, and they are very important in what they do, I feel this is a fatal mistake.  The only people that care about my life are people who do not place an importance in anything but unpaid social concerns for someone on a social solidarity pension.  Rather than get rewarded I have been placed in the first place that feeds me properly and after a while leaves me unmolested from bodily attacks. 

However I was told, as I said before, that my personal wellbeing will be studiously ignored.  Not only that the right to live and work as I choose and the right to be paid will be taken away.  This has come through with a vengeance.

The last time I started writing letters like this was the time of my father’s death.  He left me very little except promises that I would be well kept care of upon the death of my mothers.  And several pairs of his pajamas and ties.  The pajamas and ties I distributed to the cultural communities I frequented.  I d o not remember all of them but a large amount of ties went to the Montreal Symphony Orchestra. I had chosen them and one of the ties was a yellow silk one, I remember that was near the start of the Nagano era.  I also gave a pair of pajamas to the Centaur theatre.

As I said the trouble is coming to be very grave.  I have been on a solidarity pension my whole life.  I have state that t family that uses the Fabian name is not the original members of my family.  These people, and there are many of them now, have taken everything, including the name they left me with, and have beaten me many times.  So many times have I been beaten and forced to take mind-dimming medication, I did not even have the energy to say anything until now.

Despite the terrible isolation I knew would encounter in a home run by this order, I have been eating steadily and sleeping without being disturbed for years. So I have a tiny computer and I take my pen in hand to write my problem to you.

My father died a few years ago and my mother died with him.  Now there is another woman who has the name and has lived in the house that was the Fabian house.

I have said I am on a solidarity pension.  It is about half the sum of the amount of money that one would get if one was living on the poverty line.   When my father died, he had increased the money so that I could live in my current residence comfortably and with the very basic dignity the distinguished order demands.  Taking this into account, it is very difficult to even have the most basic comforts.  I regret and resent this greatly.

I would like to have several things verified.

I am on a social solidarity pension of $927.00 a month and receive a shelter allowance and a social solidarity subsidy of $80.00 each.  All this covers roughly the total of my room and board.

To even be able to communicate to anyone at all I have this computer on which I am writing.  As I stated I have lived with order for years and I cannot accept their teachings.  For extra food and clothing, any kind of entertainment, and personal grooming I receive money from the people who state they are my family.  The only frequent contact I have with these people is every two weeks with the man who states he is my brother Leslie Fabian.  He refuses to do any kind of socializing. He will not break bread with me at the table.  I meet him sitting at a restaurant. It is an hour journey there and back to my brother’s neighborhood where I must go to get the money.  He refuses to make the transactions above board and place it regularly in the bank.  For this reason the whole affair is done clandestinely. So much so I have often wondered why he does this in the first place. 

I have often been told that as a single woman with no family I should work for my brother’s family as a maid.  Seeing the brutal treatment that I have received from them and their community I see only a future of unpaid, and anonymous bondage, contempt so much so that I am afraid that what little is left of my identity will be stolen.  As a university graduate and a life-long resident of Montreal I would make a great illegal alien.  So again, I take pen in hand because the matter has come to a head.

I have been read my mother’s will (I am refused a copy by the public notary for a reason that I do not know).  It states that I will be entitled from the family estate a pension of $1500 a month for life. This is a solid sum unindexed to inflation and as I write below the poverty line.

My brother has told me that if I accept this fund I will not be able to have a social solidarity cheque.  If I refuse to accept this sum which will be adjusted according to my brother’s conscience then I will not receive any more supporting money from the family estate.  Which means that I will have only the government pension to live on.  Not only that this will be cut drastically when I reach retirement age, very soon.

The will also states that the estate will be divided completely in half except for my parents’ house in the city (and ally snide it).  This will be left to my brother.  The house and all the possessions and my mother’s jewels are worth I believe about $500,000.00.

When I protested about the meagreness of the amount that I would live off of, he said that if I calculate the total sum for thirty years (a lifetime) it will be about $300,000.00 which is a great deal of money.

It is actually much less than my brother is receiving when he gets the house and then there will not only be money but the rest of the estate for him. 

The estate is supposed to be divided equally.  This is what my father said.

So the two questions I have are;

If I remain on welfare in protest, will I not have any money from the estate or the family to be given to me?   Will the scant money they give me now (to live near the poverty line) be taken away?  Will I have to be deprived of much more when I reach retirement?

In other words do I have no choice but to take a meagre sum from a family that does not respect my wishes, that are brutal aggressors and that  do not believe are my family in the first place?