As I surf on this nice and informative thing called the Internet, and seeing I woke up too late to buy the Sunday Times, my very well rested eyes inevitably look at the list of beneficiaries which will be benefiting out of the money collected from l-Istrina. And among the list which isn't small. my again very well rested eyes pause on a word beginning with a capital R. No this is not an I spy with my little eye something beginning with R. It is the Richmond Foundation whose people like to go and have a chat with people who host afternoon magazine TV programmes. They always have a lot to say. And one day, while I was dealing with baggage of my own, they seemed to be the answer to my prayers. So I emailed, called, emailed again and called again... for help of course. Yeah right, I could have been just trying to email the Phantom of the Opera and probably I would have been better off emailing him because perhaps he would have answered me in a scribed letter on wax parchment, sealed with the inevitable black rose. This was four years ago, and no I am not trying to square things. I had to forget about Richmond and do it my way, which was tough, but which at least got me through some very sad moments.
Four years down the line, for reasons which I cannot type here since Richmond cares a great deal about its people, or perhaps because the Private Data Protection Act is a very good excuse, I was directed towards this Richmond Foundation. And since it was four years later, I thought that perhaps they were finally available. They were, when it suited them. Calling the Richmond Foundation and getting trough is as possible as my chance of going to the moon and putting my very own flag. And it's not 1969, but 2009, that's not four, but forty years down the line. And it has amazed me to see how things are conducted, while always having the oh so blessed Private Data Protection Act to blame things on. And so I now learn that money donated from the nation is going to this organization which goes easy on the eye and which hides behind the PDPA curtain. And while one of its staff says one thing, another one of its staff writes down another. And I should let things lie because, poor things, they are doing their best, and you see it's all about integrating people with mental illness and psychological traumas back to society. But do they? In my case last time, they never bothered. In my case this time, they don't seem to be bothered much. But I could take the not bothering if at the very least they could be men or women enough to say the truth. And I also could take the not bothering if it was at least accompanied by corroborative words. Oh and look at Villa Chelsea, you see they're trying to integrate this one and that. Could be. But what do I do when one of their staff says someone is happy with one idea, when another of their staff says I instill fear? Fear? Where did that come from? I would be ready to bet on a million Euro although I do not have that much money and no I am no gambler that fear is the one thing which is not present. And what and whom do I believe when one of the people in their care says they are being locked up in a room with just food and water? And at the end of the day, should I too hide behind their PDPA policy, which perhaps wouldn't be a very good idea for Richmond seeing I would probably take up all the space and leave them uncovered, unearthed, with nothing more to hide behind. Just plain naked.
Four years down the line, for reasons which I cannot type here since Richmond cares a great deal about its people, or perhaps because the Private Data Protection Act is a very good excuse, I was directed towards this Richmond Foundation. And since it was four years later, I thought that perhaps they were finally available. They were, when it suited them. Calling the Richmond Foundation and getting trough is as possible as my chance of going to the moon and putting my very own flag. And it's not 1969, but 2009, that's not four, but forty years down the line. And it has amazed me to see how things are conducted, while always having the oh so blessed Private Data Protection Act to blame things on. And so I now learn that money donated from the nation is going to this organization which goes easy on the eye and which hides behind the PDPA curtain. And while one of its staff says one thing, another one of its staff writes down another. And I should let things lie because, poor things, they are doing their best, and you see it's all about integrating people with mental illness and psychological traumas back to society. But do they? In my case last time, they never bothered. In my case this time, they don't seem to be bothered much. But I could take the not bothering if at the very least they could be men or women enough to say the truth. And I also could take the not bothering if it was at least accompanied by corroborative words. Oh and look at Villa Chelsea, you see they're trying to integrate this one and that. Could be. But what do I do when one of their staff says someone is happy with one idea, when another of their staff says I instill fear? Fear? Where did that come from? I would be ready to bet on a million Euro although I do not have that much money and no I am no gambler that fear is the one thing which is not present. And what and whom do I believe when one of the people in their care says they are being locked up in a room with just food and water? And at the end of the day, should I too hide behind their PDPA policy, which perhaps wouldn't be a very good idea for Richmond seeing I would probably take up all the space and leave them uncovered, unearthed, with nothing more to hide behind. Just plain naked.
