Dakota County Community Development Agency and Southern Nevada Regional Housing Authorities Role In Surviving Rick Newman: Crime Not Bureaucracy

Internally Displaced Person Entry August 1, 2025

Day 2,346

There is no justifiable reason for me to be at this rental. There is no justifiable reason for me to be in the state of Minnesota. I submitted a legal transfer request for my 19-year, good-standing Housing Choice Voucher to Las Vegas, Nevada, and the Dakota County CDA illegally withheld my moving papers. They are 100% responsible for this rental connection, everything that happens in it, and everything that led up to it. They will never stop being responsible until I am made whole.

So I will never stop speaking about their crime until everything has been said and proven through exposé. How can I stop, when that crime changed the trajectory of my life and it is impossible to self-correct—because I have injuries, damages, and losses? As long as I carry that debt from their sins, so will they, their allies, this state, and HUD. It is not my debt. It is not my error. I made no mistakes. I am a victim of injurious crime, and they all think they can just ignore it, assuming that with time, it will go away.

It will never go away. I won’t let it—not even in death. I will seriously haunt this land demanding justice, praying to God that they get exposed so that every wrong thing they do anywhere will continue to cause scandal in the public until they make it right for me. I will come back in the afterlife and collect what I am owed—directly from the people and their bloodlines who took from me and mine. I am not letting anything go. That was the last straw. I’ll never let anything go again.

I insist on justice.

I am severely physically disabled. I have documented, identified, long-standing physical injuries from maltreatment and neglect that require surgical intervention, medical care, and support related to a serious medical condition: Chiari Malformation. As a result of the maltreatment, neglect and a slew of crimes to accomplish then and keep me quiet, I have Stage II hypertension, pericardial effusion, and am at constant risk of stroke. I have limited mobility and range of motion, short-term memory loss, and severe Legal Abuse Syndrome (LAS), a form of post-traumatic stress disorder. This is the foundational principle of this exposé—everything else rests on and results from this. Because those abuses keep those abuses keep me sick broke and in proximity to men like Newmann.

My diagnoses do not make me sick; they make me disabled. Not treating them and worsening them through lifestyle choices being 'illegally' made by employees in Minnesota's public services, governments, and institutions—who take my rights and wealth away—and having those choices ignored when reported, as if there are no consequences for lifestyle choices and I'm not being abused when someone is abusing there authority to illegally make lifestyle choice for me beyond the scope of power which law affords them and against my will—I would never build the lifestyle for myself that these criminals are oppressing upon me and every time I prove that by reversing the yoke of their illegal lifestyle choice, like Rosewood or Greenwood they burn my successes down while the law turns a blind eye and if they catch me appearing to enjoy the fruits of my labor they literally try to flip the law to take physical possession of my body and lock in a place where I'm sure to be injured while classified as 'deserving of that injury'.

This has been going on since I was old enough to realize it was happening, ask adults for protection, get ignored, and run away at about ten years old. Predators like the fact that I was a runaway—they love the chase, the hunt. What they don’t like is when I stand, refusing to run, eloquently demonstrating, with facts, my right to stand and their crime to touch me since becoming a mother and I am not turning back.

I am entitled to self-determined life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness like every other citizen of this great nation. I am entitled to preserve my life.

And if that does not cause them to flee, I stand in religious belief—as the devout Christian that I have always been, before the Department of Human Services ever got their hands on me and began this at age six—that if God is with me, who can be against me? By the divine rights given to me by God almighty at the moment of my birth into this planet, I have and will "continue to protect the life that has been given to only me" and to pursue spending my life currency, as I see fit, by all means necessary.

This is Willie Lynch's breaking of the African woman, wherein endless attacks are deployed to break her nature and her will, to make her docile so the enemy can negotiate with and through. I have nothing to offer that which intends to destroy me—my psychology on that issue is non-negotiable. 

They have resuscitated me in Minnesota hospitals five times throughout this ordeal because I mean, truly, non-negotiable. I'm not signing any contracts with the devil. They've literally killed me and yet I'm still here begging to stay alive and not surrender my soul as payment to stay alive.

I cannot be psychologically or spiritually broken by any man or woman on this planet; I have been gracefully broken by God Almighty, to whom I am voluntarily devoted above all else, eternally. Shame on Minnesota, and shame on America, for inflicting more than 30 years of this failed training on me. Throughout my story, you see them grow in anger that my mind won’t break, then retaliate in an attempt to break the body—which won’t surrender.

Now, it has been six years of placing me around men who will do the breaking through the illegal seizure of my Housing Choice Voucher in documented federal fraud and conspiracy against the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development, triggered by the cover-up of over one billion dollars in Medicaid fraud by employees and administrators of the Minnesota Department of Human Services, where I was maltreated to permanent injury for sixteen years before I finally broke free. And God forbid that happen, but every one of those men who threaten to touch me will lose a limb or a life if Christ Jesus strengthens me to defend myself—even as He strengthened David to slay Goliath. I'm going to defend my body against creeps! Shame on a state that puts us together than says if he wants you're body "black woman" give it to him. I'll do no such thing; my life matters to me and clearly to God—that's enough reason to protect it because I never wanted to be part of the popularity club in the first place. From what I have witnessed, those people aren't happy; they're under contract to keep up appearances and privately miserable for selling their souls. #Esau. I have chosen God every time and always will. All I want to do is mind my business and experience Gods will for my life without interruption from the devil touching what does not belong to him—me.

The question is: Why is a state enabled to put me in that danger through illegal acts and making no corrections when regulation violations are proven?

Why has every attack against me been systemically handled as if I do not exist when needing protection as an American, and I'm only when someone can punish me for not functioning as if I'm perfectly well and free, while I'm buried under the consequences of others' illegal choices—that I've reported to the proper authorities, but my complaints go unresolved, and I'm systematically retaliated against and harassed for reporting these white-collar crimes in the first place because 'Roger B. Taney's law is the ultimate law being enforced in Minnesota.'

And while this is happening I'm systemically denied healthcare and disability support as if I don't have a condition that even the governor has deemed is "serious" since 2016 in his annual proclamations simply because of the years that DHS social workers crafted endless mental diagnosis to coverup physical disability in order to steal healthcare funding that should have been dispensed to me. 

This is what makes me sick, vulnerable, nonfunctional, and financially dependent on the very programs that are forcefully creating illness—not a diagnosis or disability. Life goes on after disability, there's treatment, medical support, healthcare. People with disabilities can still live normal and financially independent lives.

If you don't have treatment, medical support, healthcare and are constantly in living conditions that are dangerous for life, unfit for human habitation, under constant physical attack from citizens and legal and financial attack from government—you'll obviously never live a normal, financially independent life until that stops. So where are my rights? Where is justice? Where is legal correction with a violation of my rights has occurred? Nowhere is the answer and that's "the only reason" for my condition all my life and my location in a Don Klyberg property.  

They are forcefully sending me to and trapping me in non-therapeutic living environments that are 'dangerous to life,' 'unfit for human habitation,' and have a high concentration of drug activity, violence, and sexual predators—where I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb every time for not participating in any of those activities. For appearing like a functional person surrounded by dysfunctional people, who are going to be both attracted to me, thinking I have something they don't, and that I'm a better option than the women they normally have access to—thus attacking me to takes some for themselves; especially believing the racist trope that Black Women are easy target. Not this one; I'm the worst possible target. They attack me 'every time' because of my refusal to participate in activities and relationships that are detrimental to me—because I'm seen as 'thinking you're too good,' when in fact, I am because I haven't made decisions that lead to these outcomes and all they're seeing a continuance of who I have always been the environment is not going to force me to think like fool because then my foolish decisions will get me trapped in detrimental conditions. 

It is the difference between one who is a captive of horrible conditions but, through his resistance, frees himself—like my ancestors did and like I Am—and one who is a slave because of their decision to adapt: to take on the name, the beliefs, to fit in with the status quo, and then make bad decisions in that weakness. Not realizing it was a setup from the beginning. And your rich-ass opponent is laughing at the fact that what he did to you for a moment—just one day—you took the bait and made a whole lifestyle. Now you're mad at people who aren’t washed up like you, because you've likely been surviving like this for so long you're either addicted out of your mind or have lost most of it. We're in the same place but we're not the same people and we didn't arrive by the same means. All of us probably aren't going to make it out either. It's my intention to leave every bad environment I should never have been exposed to in the first place—so I'm not going to participate in detrimental, adaptive activities with you. I make good choices; I follow through on incredibly difficult good choices so that I will not fall into addictions, abusive relationships, criminal conduct, poor health, poor living environments, or poor nutrition. I will not be in a poor status because I’m not a poor person.

It's the position of the criminals that are forcing me into proximity with these people that say I'm not good enough for my accomplishments, that I don't deserve the outcomes and rewards I have earned through my independent actions—against all odds—that I should be poor, and that's fine. If that were true, I would conform to my environment and accept the yoke of misery without resistance. But when those people have to commit crimes to steal, kill, damage, delay, defer, disqualify, or deny me what is rightfully mine, what they are providing is proof juxtaposed to their desires.

Furthermore, they expose their criminal hand is all over my body, my identity, my income, my outcomes, my health, my property, my relationships—my goals if they can manage to discover them and my position outside of a prison cage, a medical facility, or ashes blowing in the wind without any legal authority or jurisdiction to have that influence in my life.

This is because there is a statewide, systematic refusal to enforce the laws for my protection, and a statewide blockade to accessing quality medical treatment and disability support for my disability, Chiari Malformation, that is based on my race, gender, and the record of institutions that have gotten away with this criminal conduct.

Now, that is a matter of crime, not diagnosis. 

It can be resolved if it not spoken to, investigated and corrected with the remedies that regulatory legislation provides.