The Fake Victim

Here is where it began for me.  This was sometime in the summer of 2014. It was the first piece I put up on the now-defunct, but archived here, website called Romancing the Victims.

This was the first of many efforts to debunk the bullshit that Cathy Harris spews out.

From fake rapes to fake stories about speaking to the Pennsylvania legislature, I covered as much stuff as I could find, presenting the facts to the best of my ability.  My sole motive was to expose her as the liar she is, and stop her from accusing innocent people of crimes and intimidating anyone who objected to her crap.

In the process, her ever-dwindling cadre of supporters have called me every name in the book, from suggesting that I’m a serial killer to insisting that my extended family were all criminals or immoral or something.  I ignored most of it and just kept writing and watching and waiting.

On December 14, 2017, Cathy did something a little odd.  She posted the following note:

She also took her Justice for Cathy Facebook page from public to private and back to public again, which is nearly always a sign of scrubbing.

She’s typically sort of bizarre and a big drama queen, so I just took note and waited.

Then there was this:

Admitted to the hospital. My initial thought was, “Oh, golly, another fake suicide attempt.”  Cathy does suicide whenever she gets in trouble.  It’s a pattern, but she hasn’t done the suicide thing in several years. The last time, it was supposedly in part because I had written something that hurt her feelings but somehow I wrote it after she tried to kill herself.

This didn’t feel like that.  That time, she didn’t announce the supposed suicide attempt until well after it was over, and she never claimed any hospitalization.  This one just felt more real.

Of course, I have no way to know what Cathy was admitted to the hospital for or if she even was at all, but considering that she was still active on Twitter after being admitted, I am going to go out on a limb and say that it appears she was not in a psych ward.

So what in the world was going on?  Could she have had a serious relapse of her non-existent Stage IV cancer that was surely going to kill her five years ago?  Something else?

Well, yeah, it appears there was something else.

It appears that Cathy is in a bit of trouble.

Cue music here.  “Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dooley” comes to mind immediately.

So here’s a question:  what is an “unsworn falsification to authorities”?

When Nicole went to the clerk of court and filled out that bogus IPO application, that was a sworn statement she made in front of the clerk of court.  This was unsworn.  It means that Cathy had not been officially sworn in, but obviously made a claim of some sort with the intent to mislead some “public servant.”

When in doubt, ask an attorney.  In this case, ask a Philadelphia lawyer.

To put this in perspective, it’s not comparable to an “livestock at large” charge, or a “shitting in a bucket” charge.  It’s more like a “menacing” charge. There are repercussions with this, and they can be serious.

It’s basically a charge that Cathy did exactly what I have been saying for three years now that she does with some regularity.  She has been charged with lying.

From this second page of the docket, we learn that the offense occurred on December 13, 2017.  This was one day before she suddenly decided to take a break from social media (except Twitter) and then took her page private and then put it back public, and four days before Karen suddenly announced that Cathy was in the hospital.

A week went by before criminal charges were filed by the district attorney’s office.  The officer is named, and is apparently a state police officer, not a local one.

She got a summons yesterday, and has been ordered to submit for fingerprinting (I wonder if they would like some DNA with that—oh wait, don’t they already have that, and doesn’t she already have an open case of about ten years duration).

Her preliminary hearing is February 1, 2018.  This a public hearing. That means that a transcript will be part of the public record unless the judge finds some reason to close it.

I am looking forward to it.  You all know how much I love transcripts.

Oh, what irony this is.

Well, to paraphrase the old hymn, I know who I have not believed.

I don’t believe Cathy.


Other Documents Part 1

This is just a collection of the remaining documents I have relating to Cleo, the farm, Carl McIntire and the subsequent sale to Bethel Baptist Church.

There are a very few that I have omitted altogether.  As I’ve noted before, my source didn’t go to Princeton to get these documents and rummage through a bazillion dusty boxes.  Instead, the source hired a grad student at Princeton as a researcher, and that person collected the documents relating to Cleo and the farm.

There were a few irrelevant documents in the bunch, including several pages of the program from a ministers’ conference held in Cape May, New Jersey. Cleo wasn’t involved in that. There was also some correspondence between Bob Jones and a person totally unrelated to any of this, about a subject completely unrelated. I left those out just because of space.

I have no idea what this adding machine tape is about.

The insurance stuff is sort of hilarious. The Christian Beacon had one hell of a time keeping that farm insured.

Cleo was a slob.

I just want to point out again that Cathy lies a lot.  She does not have that document in her possession.  She might have a copy, just like I have a copy, but that document is in the archives at Princeton.  She went there and took a photo of it.

They had trouble finding the farm. In fact, I strongly suspect that GPS was invented solely because somebody despaired of that insurance company ever finding anything.

And the Christian Beacon seems to have tried to weasel out of their taxes, unsuccessfully.

I’ve tried to group these documents, so the next installment will involve checks and check stubbs.  Lots of them.

This is riveting reading, I know.



Other Documents Part 2

Checks. Check stubbs.

I know it’s boring.

When you hire a researcher, it’s nice to get one who is so thorough, isn’t it?

You get the front of the check, and you get the back of the check.

Honestly, I don’t know who James Shaw is.  However, this was included so here it is.  Maybe Cathy can make it into some new clue to point to Richard Harris and his total guilt for every crime committed in the twentieth century.

Here is the handwritten note that Cathy presented several years ago as “proof” that she was being trafficked to McIntire.  She pointed to the word “orphan” (or “orphans).

I have no idea what most of that stuff is about.

I’ll add more to this if I find more.