About

Welcome to my blog, a dad’s attempt to connect with his children, Camille and Chloé Lacour, who do not know anything about me and how much I love them. They might one day visit this blog and feel the desire to contact me again. With this blog I also want to connect with other dads like me, who do not see their children and are confronted to the indifference and inhumanity of the family court system that deprived fathers from their rights to see their children or side with abusive mothers, such as my ex-wife, who uses the family court for that purpose.

I am on trial for physical abuse since 2002, for allegedly having broken the cochlear implant of my daughter Camille. On Sunday, April 22 2002, I went with my girls, who were spending the weekend with me, to the French Consulate in New York. It was the first day of the French presidential elections, and they looked rather bleak. My sisters had phoned me and told me that the polls predicted a runoff between Chirac (right) and Le Pen (extreme right). Jospin (left) was gone. Camille (7 and a half) and Chloé (almost 5) could not care less. They were having the best time running and hiding in the voting booths.

After having voted, I had to bring back the girls to their mother and we were likely to be late. As we were entering in the cab, the girls started fighting for a seat next to me. I sat in the middle of them but they kept fighting. As Chloe would not stop, I slapped her hand. This prompted Camille to say to me that she would tell her mom how I was treating them. She hit the sensitive cord: For several months, I had received numerous and pointless written complaints and threats of action from my ex-wife. The food I was giving to the girls was not good, the time they were getting to bed was not right, I even  had Camille slept in my bed a whole night (ten minutes in fact while her sister was waking up).  I seized Camille’s face with one hand and told her that their mom had nothing to say on this matter. At that moment, I deeply regretted to finish on this sad note what had been a wonderful weekend .

I did not see my girls the next two weekends I was supposed to, because my ex-wife had put unacceptable conditions for them to take place. First, no overnight visitation  and only Saturday, because I was dangerous. Second, my girlfriend Laura had to be there all the time, which neither her, not I, wanted. I had also visitation every other Fridays. I had my last unsupervised visitation on Friday, May 10 2002.