Letter to Eric Nutbrown Lennoxville 97/01/18 from Bourassa-Lacombe !

The purpose of this present letter is to introduce you to my brother in Christ, Pastor Don Dewrell. He is also a President of «Speaking the Truth ministries». His ministries support justice for the people maltreated and oppressed in prison and penitentiary, a group in which he is considered a member.

Pastor Don and you, both, you know the reason for which, I decided to make this voyage under the name of the foundation, which bears my name. The society did not give me any other choice.

I know Eric that you still pointed out all torture that I lived because of the medical team with the CHUS and also to the behaviour of the team of my professors of the College of Sherbrooke, who are responsible for the fiasco of my whole studies.

Today, January 18, 1997, I celebrate my 677 days without pills, the last time I had taken some was on March 13, 1995 with CHUS (CUSE). Moreover, I celebrate 15 days in prison, since January 04 while starting with the town of Alma. A charge for criminal harassing is the reason for which I am now here in the Rivière-des-Prairies Detention Center

It is that in July 1995 a man who had the same name as me «Serge Lacombe» with an unknown address presents to the museum Point-The-Calière in Montreal to request a work and would have to direct against the personnel of the museum a threat. Thus, January 10, 1997, I appeared with the law courts in Montreal where a doctor evaluated me before passing in front of the court and the doctor acknowledged with the judge who I was not ready to appear for my trial.

All began on January 04 in the town of Alma; I celebrated 604 days on the road without income, without causing wrong to anybody and also without making any appeal because it is against our laws in North America. I am back to Canada since November 29, 1996 13:10. I traversed part of New Brunswick: Saint-John, St-Stephens, Fredericton, Hampton, Sussex etc. For the first time of my life I went in the town of Sydney, Nova-Scotia and also went in Port-aux-Basques and Stephenville in Newfoundland.

I arrived in Quebec province on December 20, 1996; hitchhiking on the roadside made the entire journey, I passed by Rivière du Loup, from there I took the ferryboat to go to St-Simon invited by this charitable captain of boat.

Arrived to Tadoussac, I also led a car which, had a woman in the medium of about thirty that went to visit her parents in Bay-Comeau. She had left Montreal, whereas she was on the ferryboat with a problem of back that will make her unable to continue to lead her car in order to be able to go to destination. She talked to me about her handicap and asked me to drive her car when she had met me on the ferryboat. However she wanted somebody able to control it under a winter road condition with frozen surface. Because it had started to snow and we were on the Northern Coast of Quebec. We arrived at Baie Comeau at 20:30.

Thereafter, I tried to reach Sept-Îles, but at 22:30 the weather was black and cold. I started to seek a place to spend the night inside. Finally I was invited on December 21 it was 00:30, by a drunken man who wished me the welcome in his apartments that he shared with another. Even drunk, he took care to offer me to cook for me a spaghetti accompanied by a home made sauce. I could nothing eat so exhausted I was. With all my knowledge in health, I knew which was my need and I said that to him: «If I eat now I know that I will be very sick, a bath would be very beneficial for me before absorbing any food, since that I did not have an access to a shower since 10 days.

I took a good hot bath accompanied by a fresh shower. Then, I ate this delicious meal for finally falling asleep like a little baby on the sofa. The next morning, I went to Sept-îles. I arrived in Havre Saint-Pierre with the compliment of the general manager of the Bus Company. In Havre a friend received me in his family with a supper worthy of a large table including of salmon to the menu. After the meal because the house was full, I went to convince the owner of the Hotel-Motel of Le Havre that I had a need for a complimentary room for the night. Finally on December 24, I reached my friends of Aguanish - Natashquan. It is the place where I had gone to write my autobiography of my 2 years at 38 years, the week when I spent 100 hours in front of a computer to write. Where I was likely also to establish bonds of friendship with Montagnais of the Indian reserve of Natasquan. We can call that a long journey!

December 31, I arrived in Quebec City with documents that I had left in Aganish at the time of my passage in 1995. This information is the fruit of all that I wrote in September 95 its make since this time the proof that the pen is stronger than the sword.

In the city of Quebec, a man cried over the street when he saw me. I asked him why tears you. He says: «It is the day before New Year's Eve and I am alone. If I ask you to be with me, I know that you will refuse» I was not enough idiotic to spend this night on the street. I slept on another sofa and the following day I went to this place in Quebec where they serve meals for the poor. The personnel was glad to receive me and discover the existence of my Foundation because they knew about my cause, they had seen me with television.

To begin the New Year, I went to this sanctuary where «Victor DeLamarre II» was created on June 08, 1995 by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. I was very surprised to make me receive there, like a dog in an alley of skittles. They did not want to lodge me for the night. This place is located in a middle of no where.

Remembered our voyage summer 1993 to the Lac St-Jean, the Long Provincial Park that we crossed. Not true! Finally God is always with me and at 20: 30, HE helps me to convince an unmarried woman who invited me inside for the night. The following day, I knew that she had to pass by Alma, thus she deposits me at this place on January 02, 1997.

It is sometimes very difficult to find an indoor place, finally I succeeded in convincing the owner of a motel to accommodate me.«Alma» was the city in which I was to write and send my best wishes of peace for 1997 to all Quebecois, Canadians and Americans with the whole world.

To be a homeless person during the winter it is very hard because the majority of people have the very poor heart. Thus on January 04 04:00, I did not have any choice, I were in the need to sleep to be able to spend the day to the public library to use on a computer. I went to the police station of Alma to sleep in prison. They were supposed to release me at 07:00 but they came and said to me: «You are in a state of arrest, you will be transferred to the prison from Chicoutimi then in Montreal for a charge for criminal harassing which you made in 1995». «I tell them OK, I am ready for this trial because I am not guilty.

Alma is far from Montreal especially by transport of prisoners, of Alma to Chicoutimi by the Surety du Québec (provincial police), handcuffed in a police car. The prison of Chicoutimi is old, I spent 5 days there. Lucky I was, because they put me by myself in a double cell, that is to say the cell #17 in front of the cell #26 =»» 88. This number came to meet me several times during the time of my crusade. January 08, I am transferred from Chicoutimi to the prison of Orsainville. I know that you pointed out the summer 1993 when we had made this voyage in Chicoutimi. Imagine Eric that your hands and your ankles are handcuffed for the voyage and that you travels in a school bus paints blue for an excursion of 3 or 4 hours. Moreover each time you leaves or enters in prison, one search on you when you are completely naked. January 08, 1997, they enable me to sleep in hole # 8dans the prison of Orsainville not to disorganise the prison.

January 09, 1997, I was transferred from the Orsainville prison, Quebec to Montreal with a stop at the prison of Donnacona and also at Trois-Rivières. I was always attached in the same school bus. I faced a major problem when we arrived at Trois-Rivières, I had the urgency of a full bladder and I knew that I could not retain me until we reach Montreal. I asked the guard to meet my essential need, the answer was negative. Then I asked him to give me the empty container of the automotive windshield cleaner. The answer was still negative. Because of this need essential to urinate, I put myself to twist me as one suffers pain with the manner of a snake. I was curving all while moving me on my bank because I did not want to urinate in this bus in front of all my travelling companions. Like a snake that fear, I suffered. I finally could release my bladder 20 minutes after my arrival in the Rivière-des-Prairies Detention Center. I will never forget this kind of pain for the remainder of my life.

January 09, 1997, they transfer me to the Headquarter from SPCUM (Bonsecour) in prison without pillow and a bed from cement covered by a piece of plywood. For the first time in my life I drank the water of a basin of toilet. Since there is no fountain of water or tap and that the police force do not give you water at the time when we are thirsty. After 8 meals of cold sandwiches you started to fall sick from there and you become also weak to pass in front of the court. I remember that I was perfectly lucid, but the doctor stated wrongfully that I was inapt to appear before court, to protect the doctors who had torture me badly at the CHUS, as you remember.

Now, I am in the Rivière-des-Prairies Detention Center since January 10 awaiting my lawsuit. January 11, they made me meet DR. Wolwertz, another psychiatrist who could not write what I answered to his questions, trying to protect other doctors. He said to me that I needed drug. After a couple of hours, a nurse came with kemadrin 5mg q.i.d. and moditen 20mg h.s. I refused any drug. As you know it, I do not need these chemicals and medicine will have to admit in my case their error of diagnosis of February 11, 1995.

Recently in «La Presse of Montreal, edition of the B8 page of Thursday 1997 on January 16» that the coroner Anne-Marie David had to conclude from a proportioning 4 X the maximum proportioning was manage with the patient of Atif Naëk by the psychiatrist of Doctor Ronald Goulet which causes the death of the patient». We all understand now in this moment, why Me Annick Reinhardt of the Commission of access to information was unable to release my medical file # 398068 the University Hospital complex of Sherbrooke CUSE - CHUS. They know all what they did to me between February 11, 1995 to April 12. The whole it is describe by their patient in this autobiography certified by mail on November 03, 1995 of Saint-John, New Brunswick.

January 28, 1997, I am supposed to pass in front of a judge to fix a date of appearance. I request God to protect myself from any kind of conspiracy. The price which, I already paid for this error of identity is enormous. I never maintained hatred or revenge. But rather forgiven and acted like the great man of peace of the history of Canada. Billion people noticed that so far. I prefer to carry this reputation of «Victor DeLamarre» rather than that of «Marc Lépine»".

Thus Eric, I could have to turn over to the house if the judge asks me to make thus before my lawsuit. I will prefer being in the area of Montreal, with to 1000 feet of protection against my father. If my father come inside this limit, it will have to enter in prison. This kind of protection will be required for all the people who could try to cause me a certain trouble, like they had makes in the past.

Feels free to call my brother in Christ Pastor Don Dewrell «Speaking the Truth Ministries» 1-888-393-8047, P.O. Box 77, Woodville, Florida 32363. From inside the prison, it is not possible that to call some one by using one # 800, it is the law and the system. This is why I still need your support. I will ask Pastor Don Dewrell to remain in liaison with you. This is why you will receive the same letter.

P.S. I am in prison and I am not guilty, I still pay the price, but when I will receive my freedom back my testimony will be more powerful towards those who make wrong in our society. Do not worry for me because if these doctors still cause me some trouble. God and Jesus Christ will still reinforce me 100X so that 100 X 100 =» 10 000, I will be thus 10 000 times more powerful than on February 11, 1995.

Serge Bourassa-Lacombe's Fondation believes and says to you: «The pen is stronger than the sword» «Patience and length of time is stronger than force and rage» «The power to believe in God and our prayer, it is more powerful than anything else».