Kid-jacked...where is our baby?

My name is EmaliaMarie Miranda Styles. I am a victim of child abuse. I am a victim of child abduction. I was once kidnapped, along with my 3 siblings: Carri, my younger brother; India, my younger sister, and Toulle, my baby brother.

We were stolen from our mother Charlotte Styles. I was 11, Carri was 10, India was 7 and Toulle, was being potty-trained. He was only 22 months.

When we were taken away, we were living with people that beat us (a man broke my back and hip), molested us...'nough said, starved us, locked us out of the house, and verbally abused us.

Who were these horrible people that stole us from our mother? The city of Virginia Beach, Va. We were illegally kidnapped and put into foster care. Virginia Beach Department of Human Services (VBDHS) had no legal grounds to take us. They just found out that my family wasn't like everyone else. My mother had been saving money since she was a child so she didn't have to work. She graduated highschool at 14 so she was more than qualified to home-school us, and so exercised her right to. She was more than an expert in holistic medicine and so we never had to go to doctors because she kept us from being injured, and kept us from getting sick.

However, when we were taken, my mother had had us immunized, had enrolled Carri and India in school, and was searching for a school good enough for me to go to.

It was too late. My mother had already managed to never need the system, to not be a welfare recipient, to not be a criminal, a child abuser or a pedophile. She had already managed to raise her children like royalty, giving them the best life could offer, without ever needing anyone else. Seven children she had, all beautiful, all of different ethnic backgrounds, all cared for and doted on like princes and princesses, and all of this under the nose of the government.

I guess they decided to give us a taste of what real life was like. So they kicked down our door, snatched us from each other's arms and threw us to the wolves of society: To the nasty men that wait for people that look like me and my siblings, to pervert forever; to the women who mistreat and hate children that look like us because they know that their husbands would rather touch on us, on children, than them; to the government officials who know they've made such an err that they have to bury us under their lies to prevent having to be held accountable for the things we had to suffer; to the police who get paid to erase the police reports; to the social workers who make us sit on the laps of the people who just finished beating and/or screwing us and apologize for trying to tell on them and give them a little kiss.

We made it, though. After the beatings, the rapes, being drugged, being locked away into psychiatric hospitals in hopes that the world would forget about us, after surgical mistakes, after broken bones, and concussions...after the hate, after never getting Toulle back...we still made it, and have been fighting back for over 11 years. United we have stood and still stand, together as a family, though they tried to make us forget what that word meant.

And now, so close to winning, so close to getting Toulle back and finally restoring our family, to glue together the shattered lives these wonderful people have taken a hammer to...they have stolen another child. And from India, of all people.

India Styles was just 16 when she had her son, David Joshua Styles. During her pregnancy, she was in foster care in the city of Hampton, VA. Though India had not made any indication that she would ever harm her baby, though she never gave any signs that had inclinations to kill, molest, abuse David...while he was still in her womb, her foster parent, Mrs Beal beat on her, allowed her husband to flirt with India, would buy groceries and cook and eat in front of India and not feed her, and then hide the groceries in their room and lock the door. So Mom had to buy the groceries for India. She used to buy them and leave them on the porch of India's foster home.

When India was living with her next foster mother, Gloria Brinkley, and was around 7-8 months pregnant, she was hit by a car. She told Brinkley and Brenda Thomas and they refused to allow her to go to the hospital. Her foster mother Gloria Brinkley, and her social worker Brenda Thomas (both employees by the city of Hampton, Hampton Department of Social Services aka HDSS) tried to prevent India from getting the necessary cesarean that was needed to deliver David.

After David was born on March 24, 2009, and India was still trying to recover from surgery, Brenda Thomas roughly snatched newborn David out of India's arms, to prove to India that she could indeed take David from India at anytime. Gloria Brinkley would force India to breastfeed, shower, use the bathroom in front of her. She eventually took the bedroom door off of the hinges to be able see India at all times, though India was never an at risk child and David was never in any harm.

Constantly, the workers, and Brinkley threatened India and David's liberty until finally, when David was just 3 weeks old, India ran from her foster mother's home at 3 in the morning to Seabrook, TX where I was living, barely healing because she was denied medical attention by her guardians, with a baby who they refused to buy diapers or formula for. I later found out that Gloria Brinkley lied to the police and social worker and claimed that India didn't run away until 2 in the afternoon, because she didn't want to be held responsible for allowing 2 children, complete with suitcases, disappear from her house in the middle of the night.

I, of course, took her and her son in with hopes that they could rest, be fed, and feel love and be able to walk around without fear for just a short period of time. While I tried to figure out what to do, I attempted to take care of my little sister and her son the best I could. It was very sudden having two new, needy additions to my household...when there were already 3 needy people there (myself, my son, and my husband).

A few weeks after India came to my house, she was hanging out at a neighbors house. The landlord came over to evict these neighbors and saw India. Guessing that India was a minor, Denise, the landlord, called the Harris Country police. I guess that HDSS was waiting for India to show up in Texas because they knew who she was. They remanded India and David into custody and took her to the police station. It was determined that India would be placed in juvenile detention until HDSS could complete Interstate Compact paperwork to extradite India back to Virginia and David would go to foster care in Harris County because Hampton, VA had no jurisdiction to bring David back unless India gave them permission--which she didn't.

Somehow, we convinced social services of Harris County and the police department to consider my home for placement. The police department conducted a home study, and social services in HC had India sign over custody to me so that I could care for David fully in her absence. Part of the conditions of me having David in my care were that if I deemed them fit, I could give David to any friend or family member, namely Charlotte Styles, our mother, and David's grandmother.

Taking care of an infant proved to be extremely difficult. Before India arrived, my husband and I were already having financial problems, I had recently been involved and debilitating car accident, and having two extras mouths to feed drained any saved resources, and now India was gone...It was definitely time to call for the Calvary.

Chris and I called my mother in June 2009, and asked her to come and assist with David. Of course she was on a plane the very next day and not only did she help with David, but she completely restored my household, buying groceries, cleaning the apartment until spotless, doing laundry, cooking breakfast, lunch (even preparing lunch for Chris to take to work), and dinner everyday, and caring completely for David and my 4 year old son, Jermahl. Our home hadn't been in such order in a while. Dude, that was a seriously needed break.

She stayed for a month and a half. She returned to Virginia on her own to close a deal on a townhome for her and David to move into. In August, Chris and David flew to Virginia and David began living with my mom.

Chris and I split up the following April and I moved back to Virginia with my mother, sister Joey, and David. I honestly don't think I provided better care for or doted on my own son as much as my mother did David. That child was well loved, cared for, fed and healthy. What a happy baby he was. It was such a joy to see.

My mother's townhome complex was directly across the street from HDSS and India was brought to the home almost everyday by her new foster mother, Barbara Douglas, so that she could spend real time with David. On at least one occasion that I can recount, my mother set up visitation (without having to be asked) at HDSS for supervised visitation between India and David so that they could take note of what kind of mother India was (a capable and loving one) and what kind of relationship she shared with her child.

Never once, in any of the time that he has been with my mom, did David sustain any abuse or neglect, was unsupervised or uncomfortable. It was even said in open court that he was not abused or neglected. He never had an ear infection or a cold. David had an allergic reaction to a Frosty (Chris had forgotten about his lactose intolerance on the way to Mom) so he got a rash and Mom took him to the hospital as soon as he got to Virginia. The only other time David needed medical attention was Halloween of 2010 when he had a piece of candy (thanks India :P) and he threw a temper tantrum, flew himself backward on a stair and knocked out his two bottom front teeth. Seriously, that was one of the grossest things I had ever seen. His gums were bleeding and then he threw up his formula...Can you imagine blood mixed with baby formula puke? Now can you imagine being the one who has to clean it up? HAHAHAHAHA. Seriously though, Mom got the teeth out of his mouth so he didn't choke and called the ambulance immediately and he was taken to the hospital. He was completely fine besides the fact that he'll have a super silly gap until he's like...eight.

David was a super loud kid. He was not afraid to make noise. As a matter of fact...and to my dismay in the early mornings...Mom thought David was a wonderful screamer. She even has tapes of teaching that crazy kid how to scream.

David began speaking when he was almost a year old. His first word was "baby." His first sentence was "good boy." Then when Joey moved in with Mom, he would first greet her by saying, "hey," then "girl," then finally, "hey girl." He never called her Joey. His favorite movies were Honey and Hook. He would say lines from the movies and that helped him with his vocabulary. David was speaking and full, coherent sentences, by the the time he was 14 months old. He would laugh at grown up jokes we didn't even know he could understand, he would respond to questions, say what he wanted, how he felt, and when India felt comfortable that he grasped the English language, she began teaching him Spanish. By the time David was a year and a half, he was fluent in English and Spanish and would drive us crazy by singing Spanish songs (usually Shakira) all hours of the day and night. His favorite songs were by Phil Collins, Shakira, and Justin Nozuka. He loved to watch Blues Clues, Backyardigans, Oomi, the X-Files, Keeping Up With Appearances, After You've Gone, East Enders, and my teenager shows, Gossip Girl, Vampire Diaries, 90210, and One Tree Hill. That kid was awesome.

David also loved to eat. Mom would make him gourmet meals. It was sickening (as in I was getting jealous :/). His favorite breakfast ever: grits, sausage, and mandarin oranges.

Before he was 18 months old, David went through a magazine and picked out a picture of what he wanted for Christmas. It was a VTECH toy table.

David used to have conversations with Joey's pregnant stomach.

We decided during the Christmas of 2010 that we were moving to Pennsylvania. India would be 18 soon and could opt of foster care, Mom had saved up money to buy a house and we could be away from Virginia. Mom knew Virginia Beach would be coming after us because she was close to winning her case and it was time to get out of dodge.

She left in February of 2011.

Quick side-note, India had these "friends," Robert Sharpe, Tiffany Hartley, and Aaron Evans who would stalk and abuse (in every sence of the word) her. No one ever tried to help her no matter who she begged. Even her foster mother, Barbara Douglas, encouraged the games...possibly not knowing the full of extent of terror they invoked, but still knowing India was in trouble. When India believed, before the terrorizing started, that Tiffany was her friend, she told Tiffany about VBDSS. When India figured out what kind of person Tiffany was, she tried to get away.

On March 17, 2011 my sister Jerrus Shoup (aka Joey) got a call from Tiffany. Tiffany told Joey that if India continued to refuse to talk to her, she was going to call VBDSS and say whatever it took to have David taken away. My mother also was present during this conversation.

On March 18, 2011 VBDSS recieved an anonymous phone call about a 2 year old child playing in a parking lot for 10 minutes unattended, until finally a mother dragged child into an apartment. Somehow, even though the person supposedly didn't know India, they could still report that the address was 3520 Dublin ct in Virginia Beach, and somehow, the investigating social worker knew to go to that address and ask to speak to India Styles or see her child David.

India never lived at this address. She was there for a few hours tops because the person that did live there was holding her belongings per her request.

On April 25th, after proceedings for a juvenile case that India was involved in (which was continued until May 2nd), social workers Jennifer Lapid and her partner (whose name I cannot recall at this time), and India's previous social worker Shelly Matthews (Brenda Thomas was kicked off of India's case) questioned India and I about the whereabouts of David and told us of their report. We informed them that David hadn't been in the state of Virginia for quite sometime so their report was inaccurate. Even on March 18, David and India were in North Carolina. We told the workers they had no jurisdiction and we owed no explanation, for David was in my legal custody, that I sent David (within my legal rights) to live with residents outside of Virginia and that he would not be returning. As we tried to leave the courthouse, the workers went into a frenzy, calling the police and threatening to have us incarcerated if we didn't magically and immediately produce David. After verifying that they were crazy witches, we told them...or at least I did, --after being polite enough to respect Hampton police department to speak to Officer Mackey and telling him that I'd be happy to get a recent picture of David sent to him or get David on a webcam to prove his health and well being-- I told the three workers to go screw themselves and not make frivolous threats. That we (me and India) were well versed in their stupidity and the law and that they would need to come stronger.

Oh, how they did.

On May 2nd, they appeared at India's continued case, informed Judge Taylor they were very terrified for David's health, that it was possible he was dead, that David had never been seen by anyone (especially not by Shelly Matthews or HDSS where Mom set up visits, right?) and that something needed to be done immediately. They "only wanted to know that he was alive and well." Judge Taylor ordered India to produce her son's whereabouts by the next morning at 9:30 or she would be remanded into custody.

Now here's the funny part, because India signed custody to me, she never wanted to know David's whereabouts when he left Virginia. We ALL new VBDSS would be coming for him no matter what. As long as I knew where he was and he was with Mom, India knew he was safe. Well, because she didn't know how to get the information she was asked for, she was put in jail on May 3rd.

After India was arrested, I stood in the courtroom, distraught, listening to the workers and the commonwealth cackle at their success. Commonwealth attorney Donna Mahl asked the workers, and I quote,

"What are you going to do when you find the boy?"

Social workers:

"We're going to take him and put him in foster care."

Donna:

"And what about her (pointing at me) the sister, where does she live?"

Workers:

"We don't know."

Donna:

"Well, can you follow her?"

I'm going to skip some of this for the sake of you, reader, and save some for another entry.

On May 4th, the social workers came to my son's house with the police claiming they had a court ordered ERO (emergency removal order). When I saw them walking to my baby's house, I yelled, "Sluts, get the f*** off my property." I was thinking of beating them down. I took the order and realized and verified with the police that they lied and all they had was a petition. I laughed in their faces and they were made to leave.

There were a lot more cops involved, but by 2 am on May 5th a warrant was sent out for my mothers arrest. My mother had no idea anyone was looking for her at all. She's old fashioned and doesn't keep a cell phone. On that day, they found Mom and David on the 27th floor of the Ritz Carlton in Philadelphia, PA. A swat team tried to kick down the door but failed at life so Mom had to let them in and tell them to keep calm. She didn't want David afraid. She handed an officer the baby and was arrested. She was taken to prison and charged with kidnapping, fugitive of justice, and violating a court order. She hadn't broken any laws. She wasn't even hiding. She was at the hotel to celebrate finding two houses to buy and was planning on having a celebratory dinner with my sisters and David.

Hey, guys, I just need to reiterate, they put my mother in the Pennsylvania Prison System. A kind-hearted, less than super-tough woman. Do you Philadelphia was deemed Hell on Earth in the last ten years? Philadelphia knew that Virginia was not producing real warrants to back up why they had mother where she was. She was released on bond. No fugitive of justice has ever been given bond...Does that tell you anything? She immediately got on a bus and came to Hampton, VA to turn herself in. Hampton was planning on having a trial without Mom present, and were shocked when she turned up at the police station. So shocked, in fact, that they wouldn't allow her to turn herself in at first, claiming she isn't who she says she is.

It's now been 2 months, 8 days since we have seen David. They tried to say he was developmentally delayed when he was taken into care. No stupids...he was in shock. They won't let us see him. They wont let us testify. They wont even listen to his care needs. Where is David??? Why won't you let us see him?

Sharon Hosea, as his foster care worker, it is your job to keep up with the bond he has with his family so we can complete the goal of reunification. Why aren't you doing this? Are you allowing what happened to me, Carri, India, and Toule to happen to David? Has he already been raped and beaten down? Does he have too many bruises? Is that why we can't see pictures and his guardian ad litem can't get the foster parents to return her calls?

Judge Benson, why are you threatening India, telling her she will never see her son if she acts "too weird?" Why are you combining two cases and punishing India for a child she hasn't had anything to do with in years, one that's not even hers, one that you wouldn't let her have a relationship with, her brother Toule.

Judge Dugger, why are you allowing my mother's case to stay open even though you and everyone else knows VA has no jurisdiction nor evidence to prosecute her? Are you worried because when you were India's foster care judge, and Mom asked you for help for India against the workers and Robert Sharpe and his cronies, you ignored her pleas, even after India was almost killed?

Judge Taylor, you are a circuit court appellate judge. What the hell were you thinking? You allowed random strangers, who weren't even made to show proper identification or proper form (i.e., no motion to intervene with proceedings they were not a party to), found India in contempt for not knowing the answer to their question, without doing any kind of research (I mean, seriously? You couldn't even google it?) and allowed an entire agency--I'm sorry two entire agencies from two different cities to break so many different constitutional federal laws, and told India she no longer had a 5th amendment right (which is something she had since before she was born, and has been in place for like centuries). Don't forget: I was there.

ARE YOU PEOPLE ASHAMED?

ARE YOU EMBARRASSED?

ARE YOU GOING TO SHUT DOWN MY WEBSITE AND HAVE ME ARRESTED FOR TELLING ON YOU?

DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU'LL ALL HAVE TO ANSWER TO THE LAW FOR THIS?HEAR THIS:

I'M DONE BEING QUIET. I DON'T NEED TO BE RECOGNIZED AS A PARTY TO THIS CASE. I WILL BE RECOGNIZED AS THE VOICE FOR MY FAMILY.

I ONLY HAVE ONE QUESTION FOR YOU-

WHERE IS OUR BABY?

FRIENDS, FAMILY, SUFFERERS AND VICTIMS OF THE GREAT STATE OF VA,

SEE THE CRIMES OUR GOVERNMENT IS COMMITTING, STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS, BECAUSE IF THEY WIN IN TAKING OURS, THEN THEY'LL WIN IN TAKING EVERYONE'S.

I ONLY HAVE ONE LAST THING TO SAY:

REVOLT!!!

Please read a report written about our family by Lower Appellate Court Judge:

http://kidjacked.com/legal/va_tpr_appeals_case.asp