help

collapse

Press one of the expand buttons to see the full text of an article. Later press collapse to revert to the original form. The buttons below expand or collapse all articles.

expand

collapse

Group Home Embezzles Kid's Pay

March 12, 2007 permalink

A blog by a resident of Kennedy House in Scarborough Ontario recounts his experiences under the screen name Ed Blazo, really his nemesis at the group home. Among other experiences, he recounts the rape of a fellow resident. Below is his story of how part of his pay from a summer job was embezzled by the group home staff.

expand

collapse

Ed Blazo
Ed Blazo

I am in grade 12 and exams are just around the corner. The stress of living in this hostile house is weighing down on me. I think I have been through a lot in this four and half years that I called this house home. Instead of building young boys into confident responsible men, the goal seems to be how to beat the soul and spirit out of these young bucks. How many guys that have gone through Kennedy house's doors have made it. Ok, make it easier, how many have stayed out of jail? Not many. Still the world revolves around money, so Ed was not going to be pulling in any more money from the children's aid for anyone who is over 18, so out they go. And to make sure they are out and he doesn't have to carry them, he gives ya the boot before your 18th birthday. So like I said with exams around the corner, I was told to look for an apartment. I said how was I to pay the rent? Kathy said that I would be given student welfare till I finished grade 12. I said what about after that? She said as far as going on to further my education, she didn't see that as an option. Best that once I finished school to look for a job. Immediately. I asked about the 25% of my pay she has socked away. When do I receive that? She said: sorry, but that money went back into the house. But I said that when we were told to give her 25% of our pay when we were forced to work the summer and also whenever I worked — hell they even took Tyrone's 25% when he slaved all day selling Dicky Dee ice cream — it would be returned to us upon leaving the house, so(rt) of like a hope chest — funds to sock away for a rainy day. She went into: do you know how much it costs to keep me here? She said that I would find out once I was on my own.

Source: Microsoft blogging site

sequential