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Mirko Vojnovic began a hunger strike on April 9, 2012 in front of the Santa Clara California Family Court.
Mirko Vojnovic is a victim of corruption by attorneys, judges, legal institutions, and their cronies.
Mirko Vojnoivic is providing a daily diary to Lawless America. This is his report from Day 5….
Hunger Strike – Day 5 — April 13, 2012
Many times I pondered should I say this, should I make it public? Even now I am not sure Iâm doing the right thing, but the pain Iâm feeling at this moment is overwhelming.
Dilemma
I know from many parentâs testimonies that it is not smart to involve government agencies like Child Protective Services into the divorce quagmire. They have their own agendas, and many times they are not acting in childâs best interest.
However, I feel helpless to protect my child. My daughter is my only love, and she is everything I have. For years, the other side did everything to portray me as an unfit parent in court and tried to take my daughter away. For years, and tens of thousands of dollars later and many sleepless nights, I succeeded in preventing that from happening. I kept 50% custody for all that time. That is what my child wanted. She wanted to be with both parents, even though she frequently fought with her mother, but I respected her wishes. She knew that the next week she would be with me and that there would be peace and quiet. I assume that was not the ideal situation for her, but she learned how to cope with all of that and she remained straight A student in school.
And that worked until Wells Fargo foreclosed on my home this February. Immediately, the new owner, ValleyOne Investment LLC, wanted me to vacate the home. I didnât know how the process worked, and I was afraid that, one day, they would just come and change locks, and we would be left out on the street. I did not want my child to lose all her possessions and memorabilia (she had won many awards for competition dancing and for playing clarinet and saxophone in her schoolâs symphonic and jazz orchestras), so we packed her things and moved them to motherâs place. We agreed that she would need to stay with mother until I figure out what to do with the house issue.
Within days, tensions between her and her mother started heating up. Within a week, she wrote me that she wanted to run away from home because she did not want to be yelled at and screamed at any more.
I immediately reported this to my childâs attorney, but nothing was done. My child continued complaining about yelling and name calling for the next few days, so I went to Santa Clara Board of Supervisorâs Office and demanded that something had to be done because Court failed to protect my child and that I would sue the county if this abuse continued. Apparently the lady I talked to contacted DFCS, and DFCS subcontracted Gardner Family Care Corp. to look into the issue.
Text Messages
Today, on April 13, 2012, just as I was getting ready to leave for my protest in front of the Court, I received series of text messages from my daughter.
âHi dad, ok, so this morning mom got an e-mail from child services and she said that the letter said that I have to turn off internet. I read the letter and it said no such thing. Then she said someone called her and told her she should turn off internet in my room. I donât believe her and said I wonât let her near it until I talk to this woman myself, but mom wonât let me⌠and is telling me that sheâs gonna throw out the computer. Also, sheâs being really mean and grounded (me)âŚâ
âOh and she also thinks that youâre gonna say that Milos (ex-wifeâs new husband) raped me. I want to slap her in the face so badlyâ.
âSheâs just being mean, and yelling at me and threatening to shut off internet connection. Also, she just left and Iâm home alone. Sheâs just trying to put me in the guilt trip and sheâs saying mean things about you, me, and everybody elseâ.
Memories came back. I remember being yelled at in my face from the top of her lungs, insults being slurred left and right, and I just couldnât stand imagining my child being in the same situation. I know that mom doesnât want child to have internet access so that she would not be able to complain about her âroad ragesâ to me.
That broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do. If I went to pick up my child, she would call police on me, as she did in the past. She would then tell police that she is afraid for her life, and I would risk being arrested. Sheâs already done that, twice. All I could do is to report the incident to Gardner Family Care Corp, and they promised that somebody will visit my child at home next week. I hope for the best.
Thunderstorm
Last night, there was thunderstorm in our âneck of the woods.â Ghastly winds, rain drumming loudly against the roof; thunders rumbling through the night. I was thinking: âHey, I still have this roof over my head; at least until next Tuesday. This is goodâ.
Then my cell phone chimed. My daughter sent me a text message:
âDaddy, itâs thundering and raining, and itâs really scary and Iâm scaredâ.
I started cryingâŚ
Hunger Strike – Day 3 — April 11, 2012
He was scaling two, three steps at the time. It looked like he was flying down the courthouse stairs. He was a young guy. Dressed in, oh you know; the way young kids are dressed these days; over sized shirt and baggy jeans. He looked clean and groomed. As he approached the place where I had my protest signs displayed, he stopped and turned sideways towards me. He was eyeballing the whole setup, and I was looking back at him mildly amused.
When our eyes met, he said: âYou have some real stuff going on here man.â
âHow so?â I asked.
âWith that perjury stuff,” he answered.
âOh yeah,â I said, âWould you like then to sign my petition to prosecute perjury in courts.â
âNo man, I cannot,â he said.
âWhy not,â I was puzzled.
âBecause Iâm seventeen; Iâm too young to vote.â
âHow come you know about perjury then?â I asked.
âThat is how my mom took everything from my dad,â and he started walking away, âBut Iâm telling you, you have some real stuff going on here.â
He was still smiling, and I was left speechless.
I am not going to tell you what the moral of the story is here. You decide it for yourself. I would just like to tell you that perjury is not something this young kid should know about and that it should not have affected his life in any way. I would also like to tell you that perjurers do not belong to any particular sex group; they could be men or women, equally. In any case, perjury is wrong because it destroys lives.
Funny thing about the hunger strike; day two is the worst. Your stomach is protesting so loudly that you think the whole world can hear you. Cramps can be painful, and then you have to drink water to fool the system. Day three is when everything stops. You do not feel hungry any more. Energy levels go up; your brain is clear,and your thoughts are sharp. Truly, nature hides some big surprises where you do not expect them.
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Hunger Strike – Day 2 — April 10, 2012
When I was a kid growing up in a âland far far away,â I used to read books by Jack London and Mark Twain. I mean, I did not read them; I âinhaledâ them in a day or so. Once I started, I couldnât stop reading about adventures of their heroes. In 1987, I arrived in Santa Claraâs Silicon Valley as a young engineer, and one of the first books I re-read was the âCall of the Wild,â in English; the original language. I will always remember one of its first paragraphs: âBuck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley.â That is where I was. I arrived to the place where my childhood story begun.
It is raining today in âthe sun-kissedâ Santa Clara Valley. Since my hunger strike is not a âfast paced suicide mission,â I decided to stay home. After all, I still have a roof over my head. Not for long, but for the time being, it will do. đ
Today was the day when I continued packing my things to move them to public storage. Each item that I picked to put in a Costco moving box evoked its own memory. Dotar, Ektar and Katho are Indian musical instruments I bought from extremely talented street vendor in Calcutta, India. Birimbao was purchased at the flee market in Rio de Janeiro; Ukulele comes from Kaanapali Beach in Hawaii. My old turntable on which I was listening to my old vinyl records was pulled out of disk jockeyâs desk in Belgrade, Serbia. It was a skeleton turntable (the only one I was able to afford at the time) and I build new power supply and case for it. It still works fine. Hundreds of my old cassette tapes store music that I was listening to when I played in a new wave band, way back when I was a student. All of these items fit into one large box. That box is closed now, ready to go to storage. I decided to keep my harp harmonica with me, but my guitars will go to my friends place to avoid being damaged by humidity.
Today was also the day when Santa Clara Municipal Utilities was to disconnect my electricity because of the outstanding balance. Since I am going to occupy this house for one more week, I paid the bill and that left me with $900. That is all the money I have left.
I also received several support e-mails, and I thanked people who wrote them. That was nice. There was also one e-mail in which person wanted to be removed from the mailing list. That is cool, too. I understand that my fight is not everybodyâs priority, and I wish them luck with whatever they are doing.
I hope it stops raining so I can go tomorrow in front of the Court to continue collecting signatures for my petition.
Good night everybody! đ
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Hunger Strike – Day 1 — April 9, 2012
Today was the first day of my strike. I woke up at 7 AM, called a reporter in New York to give him an update on my situation. After I took a shower, I called a law office that advertises taking cases considering fraud. I spent half hour on the phone with them and they promised to call me back in two or three days. Next phone call was to the Serbian Consulate in Chicago to let them know that I am starting the strike and gave them instructions what I would like them to do in case something happens to me (I remind you, Iâve received death threats in the past).
Just when I was ready to depart for the court, around 9 AM, I found an eviction notice placed on my door by the Sherriff. It said that I must vacate my house by midnight on Tuesday, 4/19/2012. The definitiveness of the approaching homelessness struck me like a hammer. My whole body started shaking and in spite of my attempts to remain calm, I was not able to control it. I had to sit down, but even that didnât help. Years of constant stress finally caught up with me. I was not able to move. I found the whole situation bizarrely funny. My brain was saying âMove, this is ridiculousâ, but my legs didnât listen, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. For years, I resisted taking anti-depressant pills doctor prescribed me long time ago, but this time I decided to take them. This was stronger than me. I popped two pills and went to bed. I was out in minutes.
Woke up around noon, my body still weak, but I was determined not to be deterred by that. After all, I am a grown man with a strong will and some funny feeling in my legs never stopped me in the past. I drove myself to the friendâs house, and from there we drove to the Law Foundation of Silicon Valley. I wanted to see if they would be interested to take my case on pro bono basis. The lady who works in Public Interest Division was not there, and I was given her direct number to call her back later.
From there, we went to the Court House at 170 Park Plaza, downtown San Jose. I unloaded my things, banners, garden chair, small tabl,e and Petition against fraud and perjury for people to sign. As I set up my âshop,â a new wave of strength overflew my body, and I was ready to roll. Some of the Court sheriffs recognized me and greeted me with a smile. That felt nice. I was always pleasant with them in the past and ready to pop the joke. They took good care of me when I had my last strike two years ago. I felt good and ready to engage people who were passing in and out of the court to sign my petition.
I will talk about those encounters more in my next diary logs, but I must mention two cases today. First, it was a guy in his thirties who literary cried in front of me; he also lost everything due to false accusations he had to endure for three years of divorce proceedings, and the only thing that prevented him from becoming homeless was that he still has his mother who took care of him when he was down. He is still fighting for his son that he claims his ex neglects and leaves him for days unattended with some distant relative when she takes off on vacations with her new boyfriend.
There was also a lady with four kids who experiences the same treatment from her ex, for whom she claims that he is a drug addict. Her youngest son who was jumping all over the place had a chocolate mustache, which was cute, and we joked about that.
It felt good. People were talking to me, telling me their stories, as if they finally found somebody who would listen to their problems. One guy even called me âhis hero.â Go figure; me and a hero in a same sentence. Eat your heart out Chuck Norris. 
Friend of mine picked me up around 5 PM, and I went home. I was done for the day. My girlfriend came around six, and that gave me more strength. We spent a cozy evening talking and watching TV. First we watched NCIS, which was a âboyâsâ stuff, and then we watched some âgirlyâ stuff on Lifetime channel. Then it was time to go to bed. Tomorrow is the new day.
Good night everybody! đ
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Mirko Vojnovic is staging a Hunger Strike in front of Santa Clara California Family Court
Mirko Vojnovic began a hunger strike on April 9, 2012 in front of the Santa Clara California Family Court.
Mirko Vojnovic is a victim of corruption by attorneys, judges, legal institutions, and their cronies.
Mirko Vojnoivic is one of the victims who will be featured in LawlessAmerica…The Movie.
This is Mirko Vojnovic’s story:
My name is Mirko Vojnovic. I used to be an engineer. A good one; 10 US Patents approved and two pending. I have been working hard all my life.
I came to this country as a young engineer, hoping that the only laws I would be dealing with would be the laws of physics. It did not turn out that way.
On February 21st, 2012, my home of 20 years was sold on foreclosure auction. In a few days I will be homeless. I didnât lose my home because I made a bad business decision or a bad investment. I didnât lose my home because I was living a lavish lifestyle; or because I was drinking or gambling; or because I was doing drugs. I did not, and do not, do any of those things.
I was robbed, in broad daylight, by the people who were sworn to abide by the law and enforce the law. I did not allow them to take my daughter away from me. I won that battle, but lost everything else during a seven year ordeal.
- I have been robbed by divorce attorneys who perjured themselves numerous times.
- I have been robbed by judges who are protecting those attorneys.
- I have been robbed by legal institutions and regulatory bodies who are protecting those judges and attorneys.
- I have been robbed by cronies who infested our judicial system. And I am not alone.
To learn more about the case please visit www.feedalawyer.wordpress.com)
To learn more about Family Court problems, visit: Center for Judicial Excellence: www.centerforjudicialexcellence.org).
I will not be a silent victim. They did not take away my dignity. I, as everybody else, deserve my unalienable Rights, to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness without oppression.
I decided to conduct this hunger strike, starting on Monday April 9, 2012, in front of Santa Clara Family Court (170 Park Avenue, San Jose, CA) with the intention to bring public awareness and demand accountability for fraud and perjury that is rampant in the family courts; not only to help
myself, but also other parents and their children in similar situations.
I will end my hunger strike once the following conditions are met:
- Santa Clara DAâs office to prosecute attorneys Stefan P. Kennedy and Tamara T. Costa for perjury and to prosecute other open cases against parties who committed perjury and/or are guilty of public corruption, including DDA John Chase; and sue for damages; i.e. destruction of my business, depleting of my lifetime savings and personal injuries.
- Attorney General to prosecute recently retired judge Neal Anthony Cabrinha, his accomplices in staged disqualification proceedings, and the State Bar cronies who protected attorneys Stefan P. Kennedy and Tamara T. Costa.
- Immediate processing of my claims against the Santa Clara County by Santa Clara Board of Supervisors and the State of California by California Victim Compensation and Government Claims Board.
At the same time, I appeal to ValleyOne Investment, LLC who purchased my home at the auction to delay the eviction process.
Mirko Vojnovic e-mail: mirko_vojnovic@yahoo.com
2335 Menzel Place tel: 408-644-2717
Santa Clara, CA 95050
Blog: www.feedalawyer.wordpress.com
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