Antony- My Story

My story, Antony Hunt. This is not easy to say, but it is the truth as I have lived it. Before everything, before policing, travel, prison, or homelessness, I was a boy who loved nature, animals, birds, and simple beauty. That part of me has never changed. I joined West Midlands Police in 1991 and served for over 20 years. I believed in fairness, truth, and justice. In 2006, I met Ranjit Panesar. We had two children. From the outside, we looked like a normal family, but early on something felt wrong. I ignored it, wanting stability and connection. Over time, I believe I was manipulated emotionally and psychologically. Confusion and anxiety became constant. By 2007, despite not working, our children were placed in full-time nursery. I later uncovered inconsistencies suggesting potential benefit fraud linked to a property she owned. From 2008, repeated 9 9 9 calls brought police into my life, not as colleagues, but as responders. Minor issues were escalated, placing me on the opposite side of the system I had served. We later ran a cafe business in London. I commuted, exhausted, while control over finances and decisions shifted entirely to her. There were public incidents of verbal abuse, and privately I lived in fear. At the time, I did not recognize coercive control. In 2013, I left the police to be closer to my children, but the situation worsened. Police involvement increased. Despite injuries to me being documented, I was arrested. I stayed because of my children. Financially, I had no access to accounts, and later became aware of questionable practices. I was also persuaded into actions regarding the business lease that I regret. In April 2019, I secured a new lease for the cafe. The next day, Ranjit fell down the stairs. I witnessed it. I was accused of pushing her and arrested. In October 2019, I was convicted of domestic abuse. I have always maintained my innocence. I challenged missing evidence, including 9 9 9 call records I knew existed. Instead, I was arrested again, convicted, and imprisoned. Prison changed me. It was there I began writing, trying to hold onto the truth. I now live with complex PTSD. The hardest loss is my children, from whom I have been separated for years. Since 2021, I have reported what I believe to be serious financial wrongdoing. No action has been taken. I am not perfect, but I am not the man I have been portrayed to be. I am someone who trusted, who tried to protect his family, and who believed in truth. Despite everything, I still do.