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Snuff Films and Pedophiles in High Places in Arizona

The following was written by someone who wishes to remain anonymous:

I used to work in civil service for a small government research department in Phoenix, AZ

Most of the research we did was mundane and really dull. One thing we did were studies of other departments including the sheriff’s department headed by the famous Joe Arpaio, the ‘toughest sheriff in America’.

On more than one occasion when interviewing Sheriff’s Department employees allegations of misconduct would come up usually regarding drug and under age prostitution rings. In 2006, while conducting an exit (after employment) interview with a former Sheriff’s Department, similar allegation came up but with an added twist. The interview was basically normal, covering aspects of the job, benefits, compensations etc. At the end I asked interviewees if they had anything they would like to add. In this instance the respondent seemed like he had something he wanted to add but was reluctant. I assured him I would respect his confidentiality and was actually under an oath to do so and if I did violate his confidentiality he could file charges on me. He began to tell me there were ‘bad things, criminal things’ going on at the Sheriff’s Department but was reluctant to go further. I let him know I had heard things like that in the past and even prompted him by say ‘ you’re talking about the drug rings and the prostitution rings’. He then said ‘yes but that’s not all of it. They make movies in these old warehouses out in Scottsdale.’ After my somewhat blasé but friendly response he went on to say these movies were using ‘little kids’ by which he did not mean teenagers. He also mentioned a specific, highly placed person in the Sheriff’s Department.

A few months later I was visiting with an old friend and one of his buddies. During the course of the conversation I mentioned an incident where the Sheriff’s Department had given me a copy of the blueprints to the new jail to use as a map because they were tired of providing me with an armed escort when I had to go down there. I thought this was really stupid of them and joked about selling it on EBay. My friend’s buddy then began asking me what I knew about the Sheriffs Department and ‘things I heard’. When I asked for specifics he replied ‘criminal activities’ I told him about the drug and teenage prostitute rings, which were basic common knowledge on the street. He asked me if I heard anything about anything in Scottsdale and I said that I did, something about movies being shot in warehouses out there. He then said ‘did I know what kind of movies’ and I said ‘what I heard was kiddie porn but you hear all kinds of things’ and he said, really loudly ‘ it’s not just kiddie porn, it’s kiddie snuff porn. This was a bit much for me and I looked over at my friend as to say is he for real and all my friend said was ‘it’s true’. Then as he was going on about it he said ‘ do you know who’s behind it ?’ And before I could say anything, he blurted out the same name the ex-employee had.

The last reference to the kiddie porn movies came while visiting a friend of one of my neighbors. We had gone over there to ‘party’. When the neighbor’s friend found out where I worked he was at first suspicious since contraband herbal party supplies were in evidence then after awhile became more comfortable. He asked me what I knew about the Sheriff’s Department and also, the witness protection program and could I get a hold of someone for him.

Upon me asking ‘why?’ he wanted to know stuff, he then went into a long tale about how his cousin was a LEO, was involved in a case that involved law enforcement and Federal judges, and then provided some very gruesome details about special movies being made, that involved very small children and infants, grownups, strange costumes, and snuff (killing). His cousin supposedly had entered witness protection, no one ever went to trial, and he hadn’t heard from her since. He wanted to know if I could a message to his cousin. The movies, he mentioned at one point, were filmed in some old warehouses and also mentioned the name of the Sheriff’s Department employee. The details he gave me, supposedly coming from his cousin to whom he was very close, were horrific.
He had also mentioned that his cousin had been very badly affected by this and had been persuaded to stay on the case because of her ‘in’. Supposedly also this was something she stumbled on while doing undercover work investigating cocaine smuggling.

Unfortunately I was not in a position to help him. Same story from three different sources that I seriously doubt knew each other.

One of the deputies whose name came up in connection with the things described above was David Hendershott who, when he retired at full pension, was rehired the next day in a new position, at over 150 thousand dollars a year in addition to his pension. His son, by the same name is also a Sheriff’s Department employee. Hendershott was found to have been hiring friends to ‘work’ for the Sheriff’s department, without having them do much actual work.

Hendershott was fired in 2011 “based on the findings of a six-month probe, conducted by Pinal County Sheriff Paul Babeu, into allegations including mismanagement, nepotism and obstruction of a criminal investigation. Babeu’s investigation was triggered by a 63-page internal memo detailing a long list of questionable behavior among top Sheriff’s Office employees.’

Despite his public fall from grace during this scandal, Hendershott now works as a private investigator, offering “products and services” which include, among other things, “child abduction recovery”.

Hendershott lost his job and was vilified in the press for engaging in various forms of corruption, but he was never questioned regarding his knowledge of the abuse of adults and children, and their use in snuff films. These are the crimes that go univestigated and unpunished because exposing them would expose the rotten core of the justice system itself.

Children’s Abuse Society- A Personal Story

This story was sent to me by one of my Youtube viewers and is her account of her personal experience with the CAS. She has given me permission to publish it, but would like to remain anonymous. The name of the author’s hometown has been omitted since this was quite a prominent case and this could possibly reveal her identity. The following is her testimony:

This topic is supremely painful for me therefore I try to avoid it, even when I should be speaking out.

Let me testify as to what happened when I was made a ward of the CAS. First of all, we were living in a small Northern mining town, and I was being sexually abused as well as physically battered at home. I showed up at school in a visibly battered condition one time too many. I was ashamed of my bruises etc, and had taken to skipping school and hiding in the woods all day, even in the frigid Northern winter, but some days I ended up class whether I wanted to be there or not. So, this one day, as the schoolday was ending, my teacher stopped me on my way out of class and said she needed to talk to me. Would I meet her in the seminar room? Unsuspecting, I innocently obeyed. A few minutes later, she arrived with the principal, the head nurse from the local clinic, and a woman I had never seen before. Immediately they became threatening and abusive. I was informed that the stranger was a CAS worker named Ellen Greene, who had flown up from Winnipeg, that I would be accompanying her back to Winnipeg that day, that i would not be returning to (author’s hometown), and if I chose not to co-operate (I had no reputation for rebelliousness so the threat was uncalled for), that they would hold me down, forcibly inject me with drugs, and then I WOULD co-operate. I was taken to my home where I was ordered to go in, speak to NO ONE, go directly to my room, pack my smallest suitcase and be back out of the house in 5 minutes. We took the plane to Winnipeg, where I was immediately placed in a locked ward for disturbed children and given hypnotic sedatives by force. These caused severe damage to my motor skills. I began veering into walls etc, passing out suddenly, etc, etc. I was taken out of the hospital one day by the CAS worker who took me to see a fat middle-aged lesbian doctor, who brutally masturbated me while telling me what a slut I was. I had just turned 13 and aside from an incident of rape, and the sexual abuse at home, was not sexually active. The leers exchanged between doctor and CAS worker afterwards told me that this was a filthy routine, that I had basically just been prostituted to the doctor by the CAS worker. After 30 days “observation” in which my person and my dignity were insulted at every turn, while they continued to pump me with more drugs than my body could withstand, I was picked up again by the worker, and taken to the first of 2 group homes. As soon as I was left there, the other girls descended upon me and beat me up, then divided my meager belongingsd amongst themselves. WHILE THE GROUP PARENT STOOD IN THE DOORWAY, ARMS FOLDED, LOOKING ON WITH A STRANGE SMILE ON HIS FACE! I soon ran away from that group home (no easy feat because we were kept in lockdown like criminals!) and sought sanctuary at my grandmother’s house, as she lived in Winnipeg. In no time at all Ellen Green was there with the police and I was dragged screaming for help from my grandmother’s house. Taken to a second group home where the abuse sharply escalated, where I was in fear for my life, and where I was told that if I failed to comply, they would drive me out to a friend’s house in the country and I WOULD NEVER BE SEEN AGAIN!!! Over and over, I was told I was going to end up a prostitute in the gutter with a needle sticking out of my arm. Finally, in terror for my life, I ran away, and skipped the border into the USA. I did have to sleep my way across the country to get to California but by then I had been reduced to nothing and I told myself I was doing it to get away from a fate worse than death, that i was doing it to save myself. besides, as a 13 year old girl on the run, saying no wasn’t an option. If i was a stuck-up little bitch and declined to put out, some sense was quickly beaten into me. I somehow survived several years on the streets, and it was often bad; but no matter how bad it got, I kept telling myself it was better than being at home, or being a ward of the CAS.

In 1996 I got a lawyer and tried to take the fuckers on. They had conveniently destroyed all records.

I just turned 51. I have a grade 8 education (thanks to what they did to me), am on Disability, have spent fully half of my life homeless, and suffer from Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, and Hashimoto’s Disease. I live in Vancouver where once a poor person pays rent there is nothing left for food. I am constantly battling suicidal despair, but I am a tough old bird, who doesn’t want THEM to win.

I am also a former Internet “celebrity” who had “fans” who were always telling me how great I was, while I continued to starve. It’s a funny old world. I am also a former activist who is watching the current world developments with intense interest. i am hoping that when the people take back what has been taken from them, that old fighters like me will be compensated for everything we were forced to endure, while “good people” looked on and did NOTHING.

I have not told you this for sympathy. I want you to have this info. Nobody else but my former lawyer has heard my testimony. Nobody else gives a shit. I hope you will be further galvanized by my testimony. As a footnote I will tell you that I proferred the olive branch to my family a few years ago. My Mother and Stepfather are both old now, and my Dad is bitterly sorry for what he did to me. My Mother remains in cheerfully righteous denial. I forgive them both. They are both elderly cancer survivors, and I do not want them to go to their graves with the burden of unforgiveness. You see, despite everything they did to destroy my life, i love my parents.