
The following represents the advice of a man who was persecuted in the courts for over 12 years by a soulless liar. It is the advice of a defendant who has been in the hot seat many times. It is not, however, nor does it purport to be, the advice of a qualified practitioner of law.
For answers to specific questions regarding the civil injunction process, the reader is directed to this site’s Q&A page. The same caveat applies to all information and opinions found there.
- The truth doesn’t matter.
- The truth DOES NOT matter. You may have been lied about egregiously. The lies may multiply and intensify when you appear in court. Reconcile yourself to this reality and soldier on with your head erect.
- You may not think of yourself as a criminal, but everyone else will. Legal experts even refer to civil injunctions as “quasi-criminal.” Accordingly, you must think like a criminal defense attorney. A legal defense is a narrative tailored to place a defendant in the best possible light and to cast doubt and suspicion on his or her accuser. A criminal defense team doesn’t rack their brains trying to figure out how to most effectively tell the truth (“Well, Your Honor, that’s true but…”). A criminal defense team formulates a strategy to win.
- Your story must be wholly yours and not merely a rebuttal of the plaintiff’s accusations. Simply answering what the court has already accepted as true will not make you look innocent. It may just reinforce the position the court assumed before you ever showed up.
- Citizens are often warned: Never talk to cops. The same reasoning applies to judges. Resist admitting anything that it isn’t going to serve you to admit. The objective is not to satisfy a judge’s preconceived expectations; the objective is to confound them.
- You have a brief window of minutes in which to present your defense. You may recite it, submit evidence (bring extra copies), and ask the judge to allow you to question the prosecuting witness (the person pointing a finger at you). You may have to insist upon your right under the basic rules of adversarial process to examine your accuser. Don’t hesitate to assert that right. (And if you’re denied that right or any other, obtain a recording of the hearing, and promptly file an appeal. Retain this information: your case number, the time and date of your hearing, the location, and the name of the judge.)
- Know what you’re going to say. Know what you’re going to ask. But come as prepared as you can so that you can adapt and improvise as needed.
- You may opt to flatly deny the allegations against you. You may opt to deny the validity or the factuality of whatever evidence the prosecuting witness has presented. These are choices you must make bearing in mind that your aim is to win and not to make an indifferent judge who won’t remember your name like you better. You occupy the same status in his or her eyes as a cockroach.
- The phrase, “Yes, but…,” is one you should strive to avoid pronouncing. The only thing the judge will hear is your agreement that you did something s/he may condemn you for.
- Use basic, straightforward language. Judges are never the discerning jurists they’re represented to be on TV. Your judge may be a nitwit. Nevertheless, s/he won’t like feeling condescended to: Judicial egos are epic. Be clear not smart. (The relevant lawyer’s acronym is KISS: Keep it simple, stupid.)
- Never take it for granted that a judge will perceive your meaning. Tell the judge what you want him or her to know in no uncertain terms. You may preface your account this way: “This is the truth, Your Honor.” Or you might begin by saying, “The plaintiff’s representations to the court are completely false.” (These terms are interchangeable and refer to your accuser: plaintiff, complainant, prosecuting witness.)
- Be calm, cool, and collected but not meek. You must believe in yourself and your story, which is your defense. Address the judge as “judge” or “Your Honor.” Do not show anger or spite. Do not whine, snivel, or plead. You are a rational person dealing with the wrongful accusations of an irrational one. Remember: calm, cool, and collected but not meek or resigned. (A judge is not God; s/he’s a government employee whose salary is paid with your tax dollars: You accordingly have the right to expect civil treatment.)
- Your goal is to tell and support an effective narrative, choosing what facts you present and what questions you ask to suit that end.
- The truth doesn’t matter. If you’ve been accused by a liar, and you’ve been summoned to court because of lies, then this has already been proven to you. If the law were genuinely concerned with ascertaining the “whole truth” (whatever that means), you would be granted more than a few days to prepare a defense, and the process would be allotted more than 30 minutes on a judge’s docket.
- You’re in a contest. Prevail.
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*When the writer was first trying to come to terms with being serially accused in and out of court, he consulted a nonprofit that was dedicated to exposing the inequities of so-called “women’s law.” The writer sought advice by email. The man who agreed to speak with him insisted that the writer call him, presumably so that there would be no paper trail. Fear and intimidation taint every aspect of this arena of law. They must be confronted and ignored. The reason psychopaths are the most credible witnesses is that they’re not emotionally inhibited; they’re machines that don’t qualm about slanting the truth or outright lying.















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I grudgingly constructed a page this week on Facebook, which confirmed to me two things I already knew: (1) I really hate Facebook, and (2) women are more socially networked than men.
Notice that 200 to 400 times greater interest in bonding with people concerned with women’s rights has been shown than interest in bonding with people concerned with men’s rights. That’s a lot…A LOT a lot.
I corresponded with a man last year, a man in a homosexual relationship, who was assaulted by his partner severely enough to require the ministrations of a surgeon. His boyfriend was issued a restraining order coincident to his being charged with assault. That’s how it typically works in New York: A protection order is issued following a criminal complaint.
This means, evidently and bizarrely, that there are people dwelling under the same roof as their accusers who may be cited for criminal contempt if an accuser calls and reports them for “harassment” that occurred, for example, in the hallway or the kitchen. The implications, which are fairly stunning, bring to mind the phrase “sleeping with the enemy.” The law invests its
It’s hard not to hate judges who issue rulings that may be based on misrepresentations or outright fraud when those rulings (indefinitely) impute criminal behavior or intentions to defendants, may set defendants up for
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Not one of those things has affected me as deeply as being on the receiving end of a sociopath’s lies, and the legal system’s subsequent validation of those lies. There is no “coming out the other side” of a public, on-the-legal-record character assassination. It gnaws at me on a near-daily basis like one of those worms that lives inside those Mexican jumping beans for sale to tourists on the counters of countless cheesy gift shops in Tijuana.
These days, when sleep escapes me, which seems to be fairly frequently, I often relive the various court hearings associated with this shit show. One is the court hearing for the restraining order that my abuser sought against me (and which was granted) based on his completely vague, bullshit story that he felt “afraid” of me—this from the beast that had assaulted me on numerous occasions, slashed my tires, and had a documented history of abusing previous girlfriends. Another is his trial for assault and battery, during which I was forced to undergo a hostile, nasty, and innuendo-laced cross-examination by his scumbag defense attorney in front of a courtroom full of strangers. But the hearing that really gnaws at me and fills me with an almost homicidal enmity for the judge overseeing it is the one where I was requesting a restraining order against my abuser, this after a particularly heinous assault in the days following my cancer diagnosis and my partial mastectomy.
I will have that prick’s bogus restraining order on my record today, tomorrow, next week, and on and on into perpetuity. I am a licensed professional whose employers require a full background check prior to being hired. I honestly don’t know how that restraining order was missed by the company that my most recent employer contracted to perform my pre-employment vetting. I live with the ever-present dread that someday, someone will unearth the perverse landmine that my abusive ex planted in my legal record, and that dread hasn’t lessened one whit since the day the restraining order was granted.
I don’t believe this registry will ever be abolished, because restraining order abuse isn’t “sexy” and no one thinks it could ever happen to her, but can we at least limit who can access this information and the circumstances under which they can access it? It’s mind-boggling to me. It’s just so goddamn devastating to the people who are unfairly stigmatized, and, call me pessimistic, but I don’t think these casualties will ever have a voice.
Betty Krachey says she only wishes she had superpowers. She has, nevertheless, been flexing her muscles pretty impressively for a former drugstore clerk.
The posited pains and privations of unnamed others don’t justify running an innocent person through the wringer, female or male. Publicly implicating people as batterers and creeps based on superficial claims scrawled on forms and mouthed in five-minute meetings with judges shouldn’t be possible in a developed society. On these grounds, citizens are cast out of their homes by agents of the state, as Betty almost was.
A protection order fit the bill perfectly: no muss, no fuss, and no division of assets. The boyfriend would be granted sole entitlement to the house that Jack and Jill built. Jill, with a little shove, would tumble down the hill alone, and an empty bucket to collect handouts in is all she’d end up with.