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On January 2, 2005, I received a phone call from my 2 Good Arkansas sisters, in tears, telling me my 82-year old mother (WWII Veteran) – on Home Hospice – and 82-year old father (WWII & Cold War Veteran) were initially being controlled by our other 2 bad sisters and a controlling bad older brother. As the youngest of 8 children, I quickly flew to Arkansas from California to see what was going on, as my 2 good sisters also stated one of my bad sisters was repeatedly overdosing our mother on morphine, with the 2nd bad sister allowing such as an alleged assigned medical proxy. Upon my arrival, indeed, my mother was being overdosed by my oldest/bad sister, who I repeatedly pled for her to tell me who was in control, and she refused to do so. As a result, she went into rages of yelling screaming and cursing at me in front of both of our parents. I also discovered she was under the influence of illegal narcotics, while overdoing our mother and controlling our father, who had been diagnosed by the VA with vascular dementia. I also found the caregiver’s log next to my mother’s home hospice bedside, displaying the volumes of morphine dosages being given to my mother on the left page, and on the right page was my bad sisters financial figures of who she owed large sums of money you and how she was planning to soon pay them off. Unbeknownst to my 2 good sisters and I at the time, there were high-yield life insurance policies on both our parents. For over the prior 2 decades, my 2 good sisters and I were the ones who took care of our parents – with my trips from California, 4 times per year at about 2 weeks each trip – to assist them, because we loved our parents and wanted to serve their best interests served. But when the inheritance money started coming in, initially our 2 bad sisters and 2 bad brothers began jockeying for position to seize control of our parents – a period of about 8 years – and on January 4, 2005, literally pushed me out of my parent’s home. From that point forward, my bad siblings then set forth a campaign to keep my 2 good sisters, their children, and I from our parents. Based on these facts, I pled to the Arkansas VA to seize medical control of our mother’s best interests, but was met with small town adversity, due to a VA Social Worker being friends with my bad sister, the alleged medical proxy and her additional questionable paperwork.

As a licensed California private investigator with experience in working elder abuse cases, my adverse siblings grew incredibly angry with my presence at our parents home, and just after my mother died on February 11, 2005 in VA Hospital care, my bad siblings hired a caregiver company, the owner, a church friend of my bad sister/alleged medical proxy, who also assisted them in keeping my 2 good sisters, their children, and I from seeing and/or talking by phone to our father for a year and a half. This, after my early 2006 discovery of family trust embezzlement on their behalf, and learned of the caregiver’s criminal felony past, whereby she embezzled funds from an elderly North Little Rock couple.

Of all of his 4 sons, my father and I seemed the closest, and I was heartbroken to see my eldest brother – who had disowned our parents for nearly 8 years – until the inheritance money started coming in – when he manipulated our father into making him a successor trustee. It would have been far better for dad to have hired an independent trustee, than to have that brother. He was a prodigal son, but did not return home on humble terms, by any means. My other bad brother, a career illegal drug dealer and user, in and out of jail for most of his life, apparently saw our parents assets as his ticket out of the dark-side, and between 2004 and 2005, when detained by undercover task force agents, turned states evidence to save his own ass, and rolled over on his co-drug pipeline associates for a get out of jail free card. One of his associates was an Arkansas Chief of Police, who by 2006 was serving a long prison sentence, with ties to public corruption.

I flew back to Arkansas on or about February 2, 2015, when again, a caregiver employee told me and my 2 good sisters that our adverse sibling in control of our parents were stealing their assets. My 2 good sisters and I really didn’t care about the money of stuff; we just wanted our parents’ best interests was being met, and given the history of the adverse siblings medically supervising and overdosing our mother on morphine the year before, I soon learned that those 2 high yield life insurance policies had, in fact, been cashed out by “someone” just months prior to my mothers February 11, 2005 death. The records were destroyed after the Funeral Home responsible for maintaining the policy were found to be friends with my eldest bad brother.

It was all a clear cut case of elder abuse, and as I pled with the Arkansas Pulaski County Sheriff, himself, and his undersheriff Captain to allow my 2 good sisters and I to file a criminal referral against our adverse siblings and the highly questionable caregiver company (Dara Booth – Arkansas Home Care for Seniors), the sheriff refused to allow me to file a complaint, yet continued to want any and all information I had on the situation. So, I continued – in trust – to provide him and his Captain such information. Little did I know in 2006 that the Captain’s former undercover narcotics law enforcement partner, and still good friend, Lonoke Police Chief Jay Campbell was my other bad brothers illegal drug trafficking partner. As a result of my findings, I went to the FBI-Little Rock, where I was met with open arms and the lead Senior Special Agent over the Public Corruption Squad told me, “Mr. Rupert, you have the other half of the case we’ve been working for the past 3 years.”

By 2009, a full scale public corruption probe was announced via the local media, and 3 North Little Rock City Councilmen/Aldermen were arrested and subsequently indicted for public corruption related charges, one with links to an organized crime family, whose expertise is running interstate illegal drug trafficking. A second of those arrestees was my father’s criminal caregiver, Dara Booth, who is now – in 2015 – under investigation, again.

By late 2007, my adverse siblings had lawyered up and had their fast-food style lawyer draft a ridiculous letter – still in my possession, with a great many other documents – stating I was not allowed in my father’s house. I tried to contest the letter by a complaint to judicial authorities, but seemingly, all of the lawyers knew each other, including the fact that the lead judicial review board attorney was the wife of the very attorney who drafted my parents living trust, and other attorneys seemed were in bed together, some literally.

My adverse siblings and their criminal enterprise caregiver company (who hired violent convicted felons and ex-cons to place into the homes of vulnerable elder clients) had made a market-place of my father’s house and were living large off of our parents’ assets. And when I pressed on those issues through our late 2006 lawyer, the bad siblings in Arkansas filed a vexatious April 4, 2007 false criminal complaint against me (in California) with their new law school grad clerk and personal friend at the Pulaski County Prosecutor’s Office, who summoned the assistance of then Pulaski County Sheriff’s Department aforementioned Captain to press charges. I wasn’t even in Arkansas at the time, and had been living in California for years with my own family. My adverse siblings had been heavily involved in violations of trust and elder abuse on our parents, and they knew I wanted to do something about it. As a result, they projected their own faults and bad deeds on me, and the Judge threw out their complaint – Dismissed.

In then end, by June 2011, our first filed 2007 and second filed 2009 Pulaski County Court case to get an independent Guardian assigned in the best interests of our father was hijacked by our own 2011 lawyer, who we would later find out was a business partner with a dirty attorney/former judge who had been indicted in the mid-1990s on criminal charges, was removed from the bench, was disbarred as an Arkansas attorney, and was arrested for taking illegal bribes in exchange for reduced criminal sentencing of arrestees, in the form of illegal drugs and/or cash. That attorney remains extremely close fronds with the opposing counsel in our then Guardianship case. My bad brother was one of those criminal defendants, several times, who walked out of jail after good, hard-working cops tried to9 keep him off of the streets and from endangering others. Today, that same former disbarred Judge is now a practicing lawyer again, and a prosecutor in a small predominantly African-American small town, a long way from his own Little Rock residence. He is also the same attorney who – several years ago – called on a personal favor to then Arkansas Governor Mike Huckabee’s office to spring lose from prison, violent criminal defendant Maurice Clemmons, who after being released in November 2009, moved to Washington State, where he ambushed and murdered 4 police officers.

Between 2005 and 2011, my adverse siblings and/or their known associates hired and/or commissioned ex-cons and others hateful from Arkansas and California to stalk and harass me and my wife, over and over again, and again. But after our June 2011 end to our failed court case, my 2 good sisters and I still maintained that we received the greatest inheritance any parents could ever leave to their loving, grateful children; the wonderful memories we had in our lifetimes spent with them, absent the others, who – 3 out of those 4 – never really visited our parents unless they wanted money of antique furniture – inheritance items.

God always seems to have the last word. My father died at his country home in Arkansas with all of his children at his side at just after midnight on his 86th Birthday, and I was at his side per the assigned Judge’s Court Orders. At my dad’s Arkansas National Cemetery grave-site, like my mom’s service, with his casket draped by the American Flag for his service during WWII and the Cold War, after the 21-Gun Salute and an unexpected flyover, the U.S. Air Force Honor Guardsman accidentally handed me my Father’s Flag, instead of my eldest brother. I was unaware that the flag was traditionally handed down to the eldest child.

I believe that incident was my dad telling me to make one more effort toward peace with my eldest brother by handing him the flag. So later, at the reception, I did just that, and handed him the flag under those very terms. But to that wayward brother, he didn’t and still doesn’t see it that way, and neither did the other adverse 4 siblings, who aided one-another in keeping my 2 good sisters, their children, and me from seeing our father for a year and a half.

I will continue supporting this foundation, and will gladly offer my services at your requests.

John Rupert