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The Crown has closed its case at a former Dalhousie University student s trial on several charges, including sexual assault, from a break-in at an ex-girlfriend s Halifax apartment. Charles Edward John Barrons, 24, of Oakville, Ont., is accused of break and enter, property mischief, uttering threats, sexual assault and two counts of assault. His trial opened Wednesday in Nova Scotia Supreme Court in Halifax with testimony from the woman and a young man who was with her in her bedroom when Barrons allegedly broke open the door to the apartment and assaulted them in the early morning hours of Sept. 12, 2014.
The woman, whose identity is banned from publication, testified that Barrons forced open the door to her bedroom, knocked her aside with his forearm and attacked her guest, who was naked. After the guest ran off, the woman said Barrons ripped the bed covers off her and stuck his fingers in her vagina without consent. On Thursday, Justice Josh Arnold heard evidence from the woman s roommate, a security guard who was on duty at the apartment building and four Halifax Regional Police officers who responded to the call.
The roommate said she was awakened by loud banging noises and a male yelling profanities. She said she took the woman into her room and called police. Security guard Eric Banfield said he found Barrons sleeping in the vestibule of the building shortly before the incident and asked him to leave. The first police officers arrived at the building at 1:53 a.m. and arrested Barrons inside the woman s apartment.
A constable who transported Barrons to the police station said the accused was crying and emotional. The complainant testified Wednesday that she was bleeding from her vagina after the incident, a claim the lawyers had not heard before. She insisted she told that to the officer who took a statement from her, but the officer said Thursday there was no mention of vaginal bleeding. The trial is scheduled to resume Monday. Lawyer Stan MacDonald told the court the defence will have discussions with the Crown before deciding whether to call any evidence.
Crown attorney Christine Driscoll told Local Xpress she couldn t comment on the discussions other than to confirm they are taking place. Barrons, the woman and her guest were Dal students at the time. Barrons graduated with a commerce degree in the spring of 2015. He remains free on a $10,000 recognizance.
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THEFT, 9 a.m. Feb. 19. Two Plainfield men are charged with stealing 450 gallons of township water from a fire hydrant, according to a community notification from police. Jorge Chacon, 34, and Pantaleon Sis, 51, were charged with hooking up to a fire hydrant at 32 Commerce Blvd. and filling two large tanks in the back of a white box truck to get water for their own power washing business. An alert security guard, who patrols the complex, allegedly saw the pair hook up to the hydrant and alerted police. The pair allegedly took about 450 gallons of water before Police Officer Matthew Hagood stopped the truck. Both men were released on a summons for the disorderly persons offense.
VEHICLE BURGLARIES, 12:30 a.m. Feb. 18. Township police are reminding residents to lock their car doors overnight. Over the Presidents Day weekend, three residents reported their unlocked vehicles were entered and items stolen, according to a community notification from police. The thefts all took place in the Brunswick Acres Development off Henderson Road. A security video showed one male suspect walk up a driveway and pull on door handles. The suspect stole change, a wallet, and some lottery tickets. Anyone with information is asked to call police at 732-329-4646.
ATTEMPTED BURGLARY, Feb. 12. A Holland Drive resident reported that midday, an unknown suspect awoke her from her nap attempting to enter her residence through her kitchen window, police said. Nothing was taken.
CRIMINAL MISCHIEF, Feb. 14. A Hillview Avenue resident reported that during the morning hours, the front door to a vacant residence was damaged, police said.
BURGLARY, between Jan. 27 and Jan. 28. A Wheeler Place resident reported that during the overnight hours an unlocked vehicle was entered and an Apple MacBook Pro, valued at $1,700, was taken, police said.
CONTEMPT OF COURT, 12:40 a.m. Feb. 19. Zaccaria Teresi, 22, of Somerville, was arrested and charged with contempt of court following a motor vehicle stop on Prospect Avenue, police said. Teresi was found to have an active warrant for his arrest out of Burlington. He was brought to Dunellen police headquarters for processing and later released with a new court date.
WARRANT ARREST, 8:32 p.m. Feb. 18. Pedro Silva, 25, of Piscataway, was arrested and charged with contempt of court following a motor vehicle stop on Route 28, police said. Silva was found to have an active warrant out of Plainsboro. He was brought to Dunellen police headquarters for processing and later released after posting bail.
DWI, 1:45 a.m. Feb. 18. Jessica Ruiz, 40, of Plainfield, was arrested for driving while intoxicated following a motor vehicle stop on North Avenue, police said. Ruiz was brought to Dunellen police headquarters for processing and later released to a sober party.
HINDERING AND CONTEMPT OF COURT, 8:52 p.m. Feb. 17. Hakeem Parker, 27, of Plainfield, was arrested and charged with hindering apprehension and contempt of court following a motor vehicle stop on the 100 block of North Avenue, police said. During the stop, Parker allegedly provided a fictitious name knowing that he had several warrants for his arrest. He was found to have warrants out of Carteret, Fanwood, and Plainfield, totaling $1,997. Parker was brought to Dunellen police headquarters for processing and later turned over to the Carteret Police Department on their warrant.
ACCREDITATION REQUEST. A team of assessors from the New Jersey State Association of Chiefs of Police (NJSACOP) will arrive the last weekend of February to examine all aspects of the Union County Police Department s policies and procedures, management, operations and support services, according to a statement.
We welcome this opportunity to prove to the team of assessors that we have fully adopted and implemented the Commission’s best practice standards for a law enforcement agency,” Public Safety Director Andrew Moran said. “This voluntary accreditation process will help us better serve the residents of Union County and will emphasize our dedication to self-improvement and professionalism. As part of the on-site assessment, agency employees and members of the community are invited to offer comments by calling 908-654-9833 between 10 a.m. and noon Sunday. Telephone comments are limited to five minutes and must address the agency s ability to comply with the NJSACOP standards. A copy of the standards is available for inspection at the Union County Police Department, 300 North Ave. East, Westfield. The local contact is Patrolman Deanna Lynn, who can be reached at 908-789-6833 or by email at
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By Chris Ballard, MPP for Newmarket-Aurora
A few winters ago, I spent one extraordinary night wandering the streets of York Region, experiencing first-hand what homeless youth from our community go through every night. I participated in the second annual 360 Experience, where community leaders spend a bone-chilling winter night on the streets, each reenacting real life 360 kids client scenarios. Organizers wanted us to better understand what homeless youth in York Region face every night, and to raise funds for a new youth shelter. It was a night I won’t forget.
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That night, I enacted a scenario faced by a 17-year-old single mom with a baby — a temporary, 12-hour glimpse at the inescapable challenges that define her daily life. With trepidation, I set out to live a single night as she might, in search of a safe place to get some rest, baby in tow. It was -22 degrees Celsius and the wind was picking up as I headed to my first stop of the evening, the only shelter in York Region that could take us in that night — the Blue Door Shelters for families at Leeder Place on Highway 11, north of Newmarket. Between 300 and 500 youth do not have a home each night in York Region. 360 kids provides services to over 5,000 children and youth across the region annually, helping them with their overall health and development, and lifting them out of crisis and into a place of safety and stability. Sadly, with limited shelter space, many are forced to walk the streets at night trying to stay safe and warm.
That night, I was shadowed by two volunteers to ensure that I and my partner didn’t freeze to death. A welcome safety net, but also a painful reminder: I’m pretty sure in real life, no-one shadowed the 17-year-old mom and her baby I was pretending to be. Clutching two bus tickets and only $3 to buy a hot coffee or two, I set out to Newmarket Station, only to learn upon arrival that there was no bus that could take me to my shelter destination — a five-kilometre walk up Highway 11 in the dark and cold. An off-duty security guard took pity on me and drove me to the shelter on his way home. I hope the 17-year-old mom and her baby would have been so lucky.
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Safely inside the warm and bright facility, I learned about Blue Door Shelters, serving York Region’s homeless since 1982. In 2016, Blue Door Shelters provided more than 93,000 meals and close to 31,000 nights of safety to homeless people and families in York Region. I’m told that shelters in York Region turn away thousands of people because they lack capacity. So, leaving the shelter, I faced a one hour slog south along Highway 11, in -30 degrees Celsius cold, to the bus stop. There are no sidewalks. Thick, uneven ice was underfoot. Lighting was minimal. Cars whizzed by dangerously close. I spent the remainder of the night moving from coffee shop to coffee shop, in search of warm places to while away the hours until morning. As a middle-aged white guy, I was allowed to stay as long as I wanted. I know many young people would be kicked out, and they’d have to keep moving, in search of the next coffee shop, all-night restaurant, bank foyer or other warming haunts to provide reprieve from their all-night search of refuge from the cold.
I wonder about the 17-year-old mom and her baby, whose nighttime trip in search of shelter I reenacted.
That night, I was struck by how tough and resilient the youth are who face this life, without the support of family or community. I can understand why some turn to alcohol and drugs to numb the pain and escape the hardship of life on the street. In the morning, as the doors at 360 kids Home Base opened and the smell of a hot breakfast wafted out, I celebrated my survival. The joyful relief was short-lived; we are asked who wants to spend another dark, cold and lonely night trudging from shelter to shelter, that night, and the night after — like many young people must. It is a sobering moment. Our night raised money for the Youth Hub operated by 360 kids, a multi-service complex on Yonge Street in the heart of Richmond Hill. It’s designed to support youth through their transition from homelessness to independent living, including youth from Aurora and Newmarket. Opened in March of 2016, it is the only facility of its kind in York Region, and home to the only co-ed emergency and transitional housing for youth south of Sutton and north of Toronto. When I’m out late now, I pay special attention to the young people in the coffee shops. Do they have a place to call home? Does someone care for them? Finally, I wonder about the 17-year-old mom and her baby, whose nighttime trip in search of shelter I reenacted. I hope they face a better future.
Chris Ballard is MPP for Newmarket-Aurora, and Ontario’s Minister of Housing, responsible for the province’s Poverty Reduction Strategy.
His community office is located at 203-238 Wellington St. E., Aurora. Phone: 905-750-0019.
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