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Findng Amanraya - my daughter

Daddy has fought so hard for you, Amy - suffered terribly because I love you and refused to give up; a story I hope you will one day come to learn.


I am searching for my daughter, 'Amy', who is somewhere in Australia. I last saw her 4 days after her 10th birthday, She is now 18. If you know my daughter, tell her I love her... I never left her... Her daddy was TAKEN.

Amy... if you find this, remember how much we loved each other.

I am here. I have always been here.... I love you.


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Me and Amy - Australia Day


Thousands of people once knew me
as John Victor Ramses – author, artist, producer, creator of Ghost Radio Network, Underworld Show and Haunted Australia, father and husband. They knew who I was married to and of our incredible love story that had been founded on an occurrence of strange phenomena and compelling dreams of a future daughter who would be born in the year 2000. You might have read of us in magazines or the newspaper or seen us on TV promoting our projects or had listened to one of our radio interviews. You might have been one of the many clients of my web marketing business I-Prodigy Communications. You might even have once called me friend as I had so many of you. Then, suddenly on 1 July 2010, I vanished from the world amidst a flurry of rumors and allegations spread across the Internet. For all intent I had overnight simply ceased to exist as effectively as if I had died.

But I am still here.
I’ve always been here.
I've been Silenced,
Slowly dying,
But still fighting.


(You might also like to read first four chapters of Not On My Life [.pdf], beginning with the prologue, "Timeless Last Impressions", and the last night I ever saw my daughter, through to being arrested, jailed, lawyer corruption, consulate help, and finally bail pending trial.)
Not On My Life

All I wanted was to take my daughter fishing at Hillary's Harbour for my American 4th of July weekend 2010, and for that I was accused with false accusations, arrested, charged, jailed and subsequently spent 6 1/2 years in an Western Australian Prison. I never saw my daughter again....

Wherever you are, Amy... Daddy loves you. I never left you. I was taken.


This website represents my plea for help, as well as an attempt to put forth the facts behind the accusations, police handling of my case, and the horrible, unjust trial that led to a 'conviction' and 6 1/2 years in a Western Australia Prison - all to simply keep me from having fair time with my daughter following a divorce. Now I am homeless in my own country, the United States, after being deported, having at last been forced to leave my daughter behind. Please help me expose the terrible abuse of legal power I suffered in Australia, clear my name. I am searching for any lawyer who would be willing to help me. I would also like to speak to Michelle Malkin and also to Bettina Arndt to tell this case to for exposure. I have ALL documents.



Facing a criminal trial without counsel is bad enough.
Facing a criminal trial in a foreign court alone, without counsel
or legal knowledge is ludicrous.
I had been forced to stand trial on an accusation alone under the latter condition.


"The prospect of an innocent person being convicted of a serious crime represents a catastrophic failure of the legal system." -- Lord Igor Judge, Lord Chief Justice of England and Wales, speaking at the Australian Institute of Judicial Administration Conference, Sydney September 7-9 2011.

"That everybody who comes before the courts is entitled to a fair trial is axiomatic...the right to every citizen to unimpeded access to a court is a basic right." -- Citing Martin Hinton QC, 'Unused Material and Prosecution's Duty to Disclose' vol 25 Crim LJ 121-139

"Most Australians would probably be shocked to learn just how often people face prosecution and conviction without any competent legal representation. There is mounting evidence that more people are being forced to represent themselves in criminal cases..." -- Citing Dr. Carmen Lawrence, former premier of Western Australia, 'Fear and Politics' 2006 (Scribe Publications PTY) Page 70-72

"The hard reality is that the cost of legal representation is beyond the reach of many, probably most, ordinary Australians." -- Citing Chief Justice Wayne Martin, The West Australian Newspaper- 25 October 2012.

"The resources that are mobilized by the State...are immense by comparison to those generally available to the accused." -- 'Unused Material and Prosecution's Duty to Disclose' vol 25 Crim LJ 121-139

In determination of any criminal charge against him, everyone shall be entitled to the following minimum guarantees, in full equality• to defend himself in person or through legal assistance of his own choosing; To be informed, [that] if he does not have legal assistance, of this right; And to have legal assistance assigned to him, in ANY case where the interests of justice so require; And without payment by him in any case if he does not have sufficient means to pay for it..." -- 'International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights, Article 14.3 The ICCPR was ratified by Australia on 13 August 1980 and entered into force for Australia on 13 November 1980


PLEASE READ : Transcript Excerpts from my trial in a Western Australia court - August 8-12, 2011.
Alone, no legal counsel, attempting to defend myself in trial - utter ineptness. The trial should have been aborted. It was a severe miscarriage of justice and cruelty. They did it to me because I was completely alone in Australia.


Nine years ago, on the cool night of 30 June 2010 I had tucked my 10-year-old daughter into bed after an outing to McDonald’s on an access visit. She had been excited to go fishing off Hillary’s Resort for the upcoming American 4th of July weekend with the new poles I had bought us for her birthday. But that night would be the last time I saw my precious daughter.

Her mother and I had separated two months prior pending divorce – a divorce that I’ll never fully come to understand – nor what would follow. But access to my daughter had become more and more restrictive as my wife believed, wrongly, that I would abscond with my daughter to the United States. It was a ridiculous fear, but one that had been planted and nurtured in my wife’s head by her family and friends. The access restrictions became so ludicrous that I realized that the only hope of resolve would be through Family Court action. I had informed my wife that I intended to initiate proceedings on the Monday following our daughter’s 26 June birthday. Angered by it all, I assured her that I would win, as well as my ‘right’ to take my daughter to America on holiday as had been planned for over a year. To that my wife had snapped, “We’ll see about that!” Then she stormed into the house. We barely spoke again.

Some days after the Family Court threat, on 1 July 2010, my wife called police to report that I had sexually assaulted my stepdaughter, who was then age 15. On 2 July, the following day, I was arrested off the street, charged and jailed without any questions, due process or further ado. To say I was shocked beyond belief would be an understatement, to be sure. That would be just the beginning of a terrible nightmare that endures to this day.

( You might like to read first four chapters of Not On My Life [.pdf], my book containing the true story and love / loss of my daughter, Amy, beginning with the last night I saw her. )

I had been denied Legal Aid for legal counsel and for over a year awaiting trial I could not find a lawyer to take my case without first paying $35-50,000 up front, which I didn’t have. Where once I had numerous friends and was highly respected, I was all of the sudden alone in Australia thousands of miles from my home and family. The Australia I had grown to love so deeply – my daughter’s country - was now inhospitable and alien.

I was ultimately forced to stand trial utterly alone with no counsel, no legal knowledge, no support whatsoever – and barefooted (I only had a pair of western style cowboy boots that they deemed to be 'potential weapons' and removed them from me). The judge (Braddock) knew I was unfit to defend myself and that I naturally wanted a lawyer, but she didn’t care. This judge, as I understand, was a corporate judge recently from Britain, who had no business presiding over a sensitive criminal trial involving a U.S. citizen with severe penalties if convicted.

The transcript clearly shows not only my dire ineptness and confusion but also my pleas to the judge on the same. I couldn’t question the complainant, my stepdaughter, so the jury NEVER heard vital facts. Moreover, I was forced to cross-examine my wife, whom I still deeply loved, which resulted in me suffering a complete emotional breakdown in front of the jury only part way through the examination. I was forced to abandon that examination. Again, facts were never made known, but it all occurred to the glee of the prosecutor, I’m sure.

I could not believe that my wife and her family, whom I had so adored and built fond memories with over a decade together, would say such terrible, ruthless, cruel things about me. And why? Because I wanted time with my daughter? Neither could I fathom that I was forced to stand trial at all, much less completely alone without a lawyer. Both the arresting officer and the prosecutor had seen evidence for themselves that proved my wife had lied and had encouraged her daughter to participate, as well as why. I had directed them to this evidence personally, and informed the judge of its existence and that I wanted it for trial. However, they deliberately withheld it from me, the trial and the jury to ensure a conviction. In other words, the Western Australian system knowingly tried and convicted a US man known to them to be innocent. It was an easy kill for them because I was alone, helpless, and voiceless in Australia. I had never dreamed that Australia would do such a thing as deny anyone, much less a U.S. citizen basic rights in a serious criminal trial.

At the end of five grueling days alone, broken and weak from painful bouts of stess-induced angina, on 12 August 2011 I was found guilty and subsequently sentenced to 6 1/2 years in an Australia prison for crimes I provably did not commit. Everything in my life was lost and my family in America heartbroken. And where was my little girl? She was all I could think of during trial where I had worn a hummingbird necklace she had given me the year before. In my mind I was still fighting a battle for my daughter. That’s what it was all about. Did she know what her mother and family were doing to her daddy whom she loved and looked up to so much? What had she been told as the reason why I never came back to take her fishing that 4th of July weekend? Why we never saw each other again?

Prison was devastating, as you might imagine. I was so distraught and angry, but still determined to fight on to clear my name and find my daughter. I was certain that if I could just get the public’s attention on my situation, perhaps especially through the American media, someone would investigate and I’d be set free.

To that resolve, on 28 March 2012, I risked my life to climb to the roof of J-Block, Acacia Prison, where I painted a broad blue message to then PM Julia Gillard regarding my innocence and fair treatment in her country. I had secretly arranged with my elder daughter in the USA to contact Channel 7 (Perth, Western Australia) to inform them that her American father was on the prison roof pleading for help. It should have been big news but the media never came. Defeated, having so carefully and quietly planned that event over two months, I surrendered to prison authorities and spent the next 17 days in solitary confinement. However, I had refused to come down until my US consulate and Ambassador had been notified. I wanted the consulate on site to prevent any undue abuse against me. The consulate did race up from Perth in record time. Eventually they were escorted to my cell where I hand-delivered to them my statement regarding fairness and wrongful conviction which included a plea for help. The world outside that prison, just beyond the razor-wire fence, never knew what had occurred that day, how an American father, wrongly convicted, had risked his life for freedom and to have his daughter back.

The prison staff quickly painted over the message with a cheap, white paint but the message is still there. In one upper corner I had painted my symbol, a symbol known to anyone who knew me, including my young daughter. Beside the symbol I had simply painted: Daddy is Here.

Daddy is HERE

I knew that the media wouldn’t have thought to blur it out, a curiosity instead. I knew if my daughter seen my symbol she would know her daddy painted it, that I was speaking to her.

I can assure this: a man who will expose himself in such a fashion for scrutiny is a man who has nothing to hide but everything to reveal.

In October 2009, just some months before the allegations had been made, my young daughter and I had sung together at a family reunion in Grass Valley, WA. The song we chose was called ‘Second Chance’ by the group Shinedown. It was meant to be the first of many songs we’d sing together, but we never got the chance. I published the video to YouTube for family back home, wholly unaware of the sinister plot that was about to transpire against me.

On 27 July 2012, at around 10.30 AM, I was walking around in the prison courtyard. Someone had a radio on. Then I heard the opening riff of ‘Second Chance’ come over the radio. Emotions overcame me, but I fought back the tears and began walking back to my cell. My daughter was all I could think of – “Daddy’s Here” I had whispered. Then suddenly my heart seized as I came to the doorway of my cell and I went down. I was suffering a heart attack. The stress and emotion and so terribly missing my daughter, of being so lied about by people I loved, the stress of being forced to face trial completely alone, of being in prison at all, of not one person rising to my defense, had reached its limit.

I was rushed by ambulance to Royal Perth Hospital fading in and out of consciousness. I was on the operating table at one point feeling myself slipping away, so tired, so sad. Then suddenly I was floating just above the beach of Hillary’s Resort, where I had often taken my daughter through her decade of life. Just 3 meters below me was my daughter kneeling in the wet sand. She had written a message in the sand: Daddy, Never Give Up! Then, suddenly, I was pulled back to consciousness. Whether I whispered it out loud or just thought I did, I swore to my daughter then that I would never ever give up fighting for her, exposing the corruption and clearing my name.

My determination became strong, but my physical body was still weak for some many months.  I received injections into my stomach daily and was prescribed a plethora of pills. Then, on 5 December 2012, while in my cell alone I experienced a pain in my head as though someone had smacked me with a porcelain platter. I was experiencing a cerebral hemorrhage, which, I would later learn had been caused by an imbalance of the heart medications. Again I was rushed to the hospital, this time Sir Charles Gardiner, where I would spend the next two weeks before pleading to return to Acacia so I could be with my ‘friends’ for Christmas. I didn’t want to be alone so far from home.

I had lived 18 years in Australia, mostly in a wonderful marriage, then Australia was no more. At the end of that sentence I was released and immediately deported back to America on 31 December 2018, so dispared and heartbroke. I had at last been forced to leave my daughter behind.I came from mid-summer into dead winter. It was a hard shock to my mind. I returned weak, broken and pale with nothing to my name but memories and an incredible story for someone who might care to listen. moreover, I was homeless now in my own home country, home town and facing further threat due to exposure to the frigid winter air. Sadness and depression swell in me. And if not for the good hearts of those who worked at the little motel, I would not have lived to write this today, nor pursue my daughter and innocence.

I was somebody once – John Victor Ramses – well-liked and respected. But mostly I was just a man, father and husband and I loved my family I loved being a family man. I became a casualty in this war on men, or perhaps more correctly, a prisoner of the war, which war is no more violent than in Australia. I had watched helplessly as the subtle but powerful feminist movement first took away my wife, then my family, then finally, me.

On 14 April 2010 my wife had totally succumbed to that movement / ideal and informed me in no uncertain terms that she was eliminating all men from her life. There had been no just cause beyond that she had been consumed in the momentum of that terrible movement. My wife, our amazing love story, my family was no more. On 27 April 2010 – the anniversary of the day we had met in 1998, my wife officially asked me for a divorce. All we had worked for so hard was over with those simple words. Then began the arguments over access rights to my daughter. Then threats of Family Court action. On 1 July 2010 even I ceased to exist after all, with a phone call to the police and a rehearsed statement of false allegations to keep me from pursuing Family Court for fair access rights to my daughter.

For 9 years now since those allegations were made I have been silenced, imprisoned, tormented and then kicked out of a country I had come to love as I love my own country. But to add to the suffering, I arrived home to the USA only to be immediately placed on our national sex offender register – for crimes I never committed, because of a terribly unfair, unjust trial that I was forced into ALONE in a far-away country. Due to misunderstandings, confusion, extreme sadness and struggle to keep from being homeless I was arrested at gun-point and charged for failing to register. The nightmare only continues now in my own home country. I cannot go forward even here as a result. I can’t even go home to the home I was raised in nor see my grandchildren, neices and nephews.

Just prior to being released from prison my parents were contacted by ‘authorities’ who told them I was not permitted to stay with or visit them – at the very home I was raised in – or risk losing the grandchildren. My 80-year-old mother had been forced to write me a letter while I was still in prison to tell me I could never come home. It was the hardest thing she had ever had to do and crushed me, too, to be sure. As a result, after all my years yearning to come home to my family, I was cut off even from even my own family in my own country by these sinister creatures who call themselves Child Protection. They are nothing of the sort. My ailing 80-year-old father now must tend to chores and repairs around the home without the help of his son. This has been cruelty beyond redemption, and it all began with a simple but false accusation to police almost a decade ago in Australia.

On clear days I climb the stairs to the top floor of this little motel and look out across the valley toward the foot of the mountains and yearn to join family on the patio for a BBQ, share stories, laugh. My parents won’t be on this earth forever. I am my mother's only son. My father is growing frail and had hoped I’d be home to help him with the yard, and later, the snow. Although my step-father, he raised me - very well. I owe them my help and support in their twilight years. All I have are the pictures of that home which had been sent to me while in prison. I looked at them every day, yearning, waiting for my release. Once home was 10, 000 miles away. Now it’s only 20 miles away, and I’m still prevented from at last reaching it.  I often feel as though I’m still in prison waiting to go home, as my friend, Mr. Dugan had done, though in vain. So far no one can seem help me do that and even the legal system here, in the United States, seems hell-bent on further crushing me and my parents. It's just business to them, I suppose.


Without help, I am absolutely hopeless.
I didn’t deserve this.
My daughter didn’t deserve this.
My family didn’t deserve this.
This age of accusation MUST stop!


Please peruse through the documents, statements, transcript excerpts.

If you know my daughter, tell her I love her. I never left her. I was taken.
She is now 18 years old.

John Victor Ramses
Father, son, brother, grandfather, innocent with proof.

Contact if you can help:

Transcript Excerpts from my trial in a Western Australia court - August 8-12, 2011.
Alone, no legal counsel, attempting to defend myself in trial, emotional breakdown in front of jury - utter ineptness. THIS TRIAL SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED.




The 14th Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America forbids any loss of liberty, or punishment, to any citizen of the United States, without first applying reasonable due process to determine guilt in an alleged crime. Before any US citizen can be placed on any Registry in the United States, as a result of a conviction in a foreign country, it must first be determined in a US court of law whether said foreign proceedings, investigation and trial was, by US law, fair and just.

I was told by a US Marshal that America, US, Canada and the UK have 'automatic' Registry registration because all the above said countries share ‘similar systems’ of law. This is not correct. For example, Australia is the only democratic country that does not have a constitutionally entrenched Bill of Rights, indeed, no Bill of Rights for its people (or any person visiting or residing therein). There is no right to a lawyer in cases involving alleged serious crimes. I was forced to trial without a lawyer or any legal advice whatsoever. I suffered through 5 days of trial attempting to act as my own defense.

Of course, I was convicted by a jury of THEIR local Australians and subsequently sentenced six and a half years in their prison. When finally deported home, back to the United States, I learned I was to be automatically placed on the Sex Offender Registry, whereby continuing an unjust (and unlawful) punishment for crime in which I still have proof that I NEVER committed, but was deliberately prevented from putting in to trial. I have since been arrested and jailed for not understanding this law.

This has further crushed my aged parents and myself to the point of restarting heart complications again, which I had all but healed from through the years in Acacia Prison when I suffered a heart attack after being convicted there alone, and without any support whatsoever. Automatic Registration Must End! And may only do so when a significant lawsuit is brought against the United States for breach of the 14th Amendment, causing undue mental, physical and material harm against a provably innocent US citizen.

To conclude, the Australian judiciary put to trial a US citizen KNOWN TO THEM TO BE INNOCENT OF THE CRIME ALLEGED. The evidence to that effect was provided to them by myself one week prior to trial, but was deliberately withheld, because I had no lawyer to defend me. In fact, no one to defend me. They took advantage of me because they could.

14th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution - Section 1.

All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

The 6th Amendment to the U.S Constitution -

In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.

 "In our country, a man or a woman must always be presumed innocent unless and until proven guilty" - President Donald J. Trump.





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Andrew Bolt - Australian - The Bolt Report
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