This is what I sent to CBC this morning. I noticed typos after I sent it, of course. I tried to check it over before.

What I really do want to know is - who is in our jails if not people who commit serious crimes causing harm to the public? Who is in jail and why? Is there any kind of survey or something like that about people in jail and the reason given for them being there?

If you know of someone in jail in Ontario, or Canada, do you know the charge they were given - the charge which caused them to be in jail? I'd like to know if most of the people in jail are there for withholding money from the government (in one form or another) or minor seeming things like breaking peace bonds with the police?

It seems to me that real criminals are not in jail - so who is in jail? I know jails are supposedly housing a lot of people - what are they arrested/ jailed for?

I myself know of a pedophile who has never been charged. (Please don't assume I'm a crackpot and stop reading here). A woman who threatened to murder my Mother and myself, never charged. A man who set fires on our property (last month), was charged later only because he returned - breaking a peace bond with the police. Not for the fires he set, the items he stole (with the police standing there hearing him complain that he wasn't able to fit more stolen property into his bags at the time).

So, if the people who break laws regarding harm to the public are not in jail. Who is? My Father (many years ago) had the Mounties turn up at our door to arrest him for not paying income tax. They would have taken him away if my Mother had not been able to pay most/all of what he owed that day. He would have been in jail for money owed to the government.

Regarding the child molesting, its not a rumour, all the evidence was plainly available and given to the police by my sister who was his wife at the time. But, instead of charging him, or even investigating, the police politely asked if he would like them to destroy the evidence or give it to him. The evidence were his own hand written journal which had specific about the child he molested, another woman he raped, and bestiality with a dog. I am not writing to you about this directly. I've given up on that. At the time I wrote to the Police Ombudsman and reporters too. I am only including this as an example of people who are -not- in jail.

I don't know if I will hear from anyone there at CBC. But, could you at least let me know where I can find information about people in jail and why they are there? I would like to know for myself at least. I am feeling immensely discouraged about the government, courts/ police and the news media. I'd like to understand something about all of it. There must be some kind of logic to it all somewhere. I wrote to Protect Ontario about the man who set the fires, stole, trespassed but its been two weeks and I've heard nothing back. I hoped I would, but I'm not surprised. I really feel that ordinary tax payers are being left out to dry but they want us to keep voting, paying, all of that.

I love Canada, I write about Canadian history. I feel really let down by all of this and I'd like to understand why its happening. I don't know, something! Thank you for reading, I hope someone at least does read this. I'm not a crackpot, trouble makers, whatever else. Just a woman looking after her Mother and trying to keep a roof over our heads without being harmed by others.

Sorry for a long note. I'm a writer, not so much of a talker. (I'm not including files. I have the police report if its of any use).

That's what I wrote. I don't expect to hear back from anyone. I really don't think any one cares. Unless it happens to yourself or your immediate family there is no reason to get involved, or care. But, I've stopped voting in elections. I'd rather read a book, do something that matters in some small way, for myself. None of them get my vote.

Everything you care about, maybe with the exception of people, is just garbage to most other people. When you die your treasures will be thrown away.

I look around at the things I have in this little space, books, buttons, tea cups and saucers, and so many other things I've kept over my life. Things that matter to me for one reason or another. I know none of them will outlast me. After me, no one will care about any of it. That's sad. For me.

How far down that hole will you go? Eventually does anything matter at all? What keeps you from giving up?

I've worked as a REAL volunteer for years at different places. I find this kind of rude. I'm sure she is not volunteering or working for free. It's not my job to pay her wages. If the restaurant owner promotes/ agrees with this I'd never go there. Tipping versus extortion?

I think this woman wants a Sugar Daddy, not a job.

When your Mother is a gardener there seems no point in wearing clean clothes.

Something I wrote as a note in my date book last year. It seems every time I put on something nice, and clean, I go outside (or get called outside) and there is something to dig, dirt and plants to lift, something that leaves me wearing dirt.

Halloween night was pretty here. Lots of leaves fell from the trees so the ground was coated with orange, yellow, and red. I loved the rainy Halloween nights like that when I was a kid. You could hear the leaves smooshing as you walked through them.

Yesterday was a stressy day. My coffee slipped off my desk and all over myself and everything else. It was a particularly GOOD coffee day and the mug was full. I was looking forward to coffee and writing. For whatever reason losing the coffee just flipped my day. I even cried a bit. I'm a bit worried I'm just getting old and upset about little stuff too easily. I wouldn't mind getting old so much if I could keep the parts of me that I actually like, as they are.

Sometimes when I'm upset and feeling kind of lost and hopeless the song, Mona With the Children, by Douglas Cameron, comes into my head and gets stuck there.

On social media I wrote:

OK. So you hate Israel, hate Palestine, hate Iran, HATE HATE HATE. They are all just people. Who are you really hating? Mona with the Children - Never forget Doug Cameron's song and the real young woman who was murdered for the hatred of others.

I don't know what it says about me that this is where my mind goes. Is my brain just telling me to stop hating myself? Only my brain knows. Do you remember the song? Hard to believe (for me) that its already 40 years ago since that song came out.

I feel that people these days are on constant Witch hunts. As if there is some great prize for rooting out anyone who does not strictly and completely adhere to the public's expectations/ demands. Its like walking/ talking around in a big trap with a hair trigger. Why do they want to live this way?