The purpose of Starlight is to demonstrate systematic opposition to the crimes my exposés bring to light—exposés that are necessary because government bodies and institutions in Minnesota are not abiding by or enforcing the law for my protection when I am the victim of targeted crimes.
My complaints have been refuted without investigation, and regulatory bodies have buried the details of reported crimes.
Starlight shows why seemingly simple matters for others have remained unresolved life-changers for me—because all of the crimes I’ve endured were either directly organized, systemic and targeted, or the result of such crimes. The continued systemic effort is an attempt to create a false character on paper—someone who bad actors can bring to life in the day-to-day through poverty, illness, and isolation. A character designed to appear untrustworthy to those who are already eager to believe victims are liars. These are people who are not interested in the truth as much as they are interested in evidence that supports their bias—"haters." Most often, they are racist, but they’re also blood relatives.
The truth is: when a victim reports a crime, what someone thinks of them is irrelevant. There are legal and regulatory protocols to investigate claims, and that is where truth and lies are supposed to be sorted out. For this reason, there are laws against discrimination.
And yet, the State of Minnesota had successfully ignored those laws and retaliated against me for asserting a right to protection and access under them for over a decade in Ramsey County and Dakota County (blocking needed specialty clinical treatment and surgeries) in response to my accurate and honest civic whistleblowing—about intentional, internal, chronic Medicaid fraud and corruption inside the Minnesota Department of Human Services (DHS).
This forced me to literally "escape" the state of Minnesota to access surgery for injuries Minnesota caused while it was blocking medical treatment and acknowledgment of limitations due to documented for Chiari Malformation in 2020.
Surgery outside of Minnesota’s border—while homeless, in a state where I knew absolutely no one because Minnesota stole my federal Housing Choice Voucher in an attempt to stop my recovery anywhere in the USA—put me back to work in a matter of weeks.
It was the first time I had worked since falling ill in 2003 and being blocked from medical treatment that took me out of the workforce. Compared to having medical records, medical orders, medical insurance and being attached to DHS for the sole purpose of medical cost for the entire seventeen years from 2003-2020 and only having one Chiari Related medical procedure inside the state of Minnesota to date in 2025.
Organized, systemic crime is afoot in the state of Minnesota; it's making healthy people sick. Its forcing sick people to become increasingly sicker and DHS is stealing billions in taxpayer funding in the victims names and spreading it around to its friends and associates making it nearly impossible to escape—and the state has a consistent history of its financially profitable abuse of the disabled.
That alone proves that all seventeen years of disability with Chiari Malformation, I could have and should have been allowed to work in traditional employment and maintain financial independence—rather than be forced into an abusive relationship with the state as state property, which has destroyed my body, my life, and the lives of all my family members to the third generation (so far).
Like I said: laws were being broken by Minnesota to force me into dependence on welfare and to keep me in a condition of illness. So no—I’m not about to feel any type of way for fighting for rights and protections within any program I’m in, because I’m systematically physically ill as the outcome of militant state attack. Why would I be embarrassed? I’m physically disabled. They made me disabled.
So let’s expose how, why, and what the abuses they do to me in this status look like. And know this: I represent the Minnesota population referred to as the Minnesota Paradox—the same population suffering a 90% racial wealth gap because of the system crimes we are victim to, which go uncorrected.
DHS systemic abuse first permanently crippled me and has since strategically kept me debilitated, even chasing me across the nation. This has been going on since 2003—five years after I emancipated myself and my unborn child from the DHS foster care system and the criminal yoke it tried to drown us with simply because I ran for my life when and where adults failed to protect me—as every child should do.
I literally attempted jumping out of a moving vehicle—because my child was not about to be born into bondage and the ridiculous probation officer wasn't listening to me because I'm a soft spoken, beautiful, black, female—which they should have been ashamed for putting me on probation and treating me like a criminal for running in the opposite direction of crime, drugs and violence's but that's what the true Minnesota wants for black and brown peoples of all ages and walks of life. I don't think history needs to provide anymore evidence of that. They should have protected me but ok they refuse so I protect myself and my children. Better we both leave the earth if the state didn’t see fit to take its hands off me because I'm not about to split my attention between out running death traps they and my biological parents set for me through neglecting their parental obligation and my own looming parental obligation. My children deserve all of me and the best from me and that's what they got until my physical health, compounded by the forced poverty and oppression prevented that—then they got everything I have left after staying alive and working everyday non-stop to free us again.
I legally emancipated us. They were mad. When Chiari struck five years later and medical costs were too high to afford, Minnesota used my application for medical insurance as a way to take me and my children back into DHS control—and never let go. My physical health has had to remain non-functional in order for the state to maintain monitoring and control over my person—for the sole purpose of killing me off, but making it look organic. Just like they tried to do from age 6 to 17 through the foster care system. Mad because I had the intelligence, courage, and faith to run for a life God told me matters.
So these assholes cyberstalking me? They’re nothing new. They are part of a long history in which the state has stalked and slandered me so severely, my identity had to be legally changed—just so I could get up off the bare floor they shackled me to for ten years prior to the change. Any smudge on my name—them, and the blood relatives that sacrificed me to them when I was a girl, are responsible for. And it’s all fake. So while people are ignoring my reports publicly—Take a good look at how the state is stalking me privately to continue trying to silence me and make me look untrustworthy by producing false reports and hiding evidence. They’re not getting away with it anymore. Everything done to me will be brought to light. Look at them. Why would they care to illegally monitor me if I'm untrustworthy and the information that I provide is false?
The targeting I faced in DHS wasn't just about their fraud scheme that has been going on for many decades long before I was disabled—its also about The On That Got Away. This corruption blocked medical treatment that I am eligible to receive and that, for thirteen years before my escape, was billed as received—but never actually provided.
As a result, I was kept too physically disabled to work. Without work, I could not protect myself or my children from every type of systemic attack designed to push us into hospitals, prisons, or graves.
This all happened because a bunch of liberal racists, masquerading as allies, are actually opposed to Black independence. They expect Black people to conform to whatever makes them feel good—like slave property—even when that conformity poses life-threatening risk to the targeted party. I’m not going to do that, ever. I have a right to boundaries and freedom to live the life given to me for me.
I see no obligation to change who I am for the sake of "justice" when I am the victim of a crime. I will not surrender my self-evident, inalienable right to a self-determined life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That is not justice—especially if it requires me to sacrifice my freedom or abandon my personal and religious commitment to follow the guidance of God over the guidance of human beings who want to destroy me simply because they are not me.
If people want to lie on me, to me, or about me in order to silence me—they’re going to have to get through public evidence of the truth.
Names and identities will continue to be attached to everything, because the public has a right to know which individuals and agencies in government commit crimes, hide crimes, or remain unresponsive to crimes in the capacity of their employment.
I don’t need people who intend to obstruct justice telling me what I need to do, how the law works, or what policy is. I already know what’s up. And I already did what I was supposed to do. Clock that tea.
What people need to do is accept that there is a criminal underbelly to Minnesota’s government—and not be surprised that it targets vulnerable people the most. It’s full of Karens, Kens, and bitchassness—most likely stealing your tax dollars as it attempts to steal my life.
The organized refusal to abide by the law, enforce the law, or apply regulations creates a medical and socioeconomic freeze on my life but not my psychology, awareness, will or actions—where I am forced into illness and kept in illness as a method of control.
William Lynch 101.
I will not be silent. Nor will every attack be listed here—because criminals would like me to make myself sick paying attention to them, and spending my life reporting on them. Their position is that I am a slave—who needs to be taught, just as Dred Scott was meant to be taught, to behave as one. And they’ll stop at nothing to reinforce that position. They’re not important to me—evil and wickedness do not impress me; I'm not interested. I'm interested in decent people and regular life—everything else is irrelevant to me. Never were. Never will be. What the devil wants and thinks about me is none of my business. I'm definitely Almighty God's business. God is the greatest force in my life, and me after him.
And I don’t go to God with fear of mountains. I testify of His almighty power and glory before mountains and command them to fall in the mighty name of Jesus if it is my father's will to do so—God will always be there, along with my Yoruba ancestors, guides and angels destroy everything that comes against me.
Starlight exists because silence is complicity.
This site documents the real, ongoing, organized efforts to destroy my life through coordinated inaction, denial of care, and targeted institutional abuse—primarily by the State of Minnesota and its agencies. What I’ve survived isn’t just neglect. It’s not just “oversight.” It’s systemic, strategic retaliation for being a civic whistleblower—and refusing to bow.
Since 2003, I have exposed internal Medicaid fraud inside the Minnesota Department of Human Services (DHS). For thirteen years, medical services I was eligible for were billed as received—but never provided. The result? I was forced into illness and poverty, disabled by design, stripped of my autonomy, and made vulnerable to every other form of systemic violence the state could unleash.
My complaints were ignored. Investigations were denied. Details were buried. The agencies responsible for protecting victims sided with criminals—because I refused to be quiet, to conform, or to play the role they wrote for me. Starlight shows the stalking that happens because I expose exactly how that happens—and who makes it happen.
This is Personal, Because It Was Made Personal
The attacks against me aren’t random. They are targeted. They were meant to isolate me, discredit me, and make me appear “untrustworthy” on paper—so that people wouldn’t believe what I say, even when I come with proof. The stalking is meant to monitor my moves, data and relationships and to drive me nuts. That’s how systemic gaslighting works. It’s how racism hides under policy. And it’s how institutions, pretending to be neutral, become weapons in the hands of people who think they’re entitled to control how Black people live, speak, and survive.
This Is Not Just My Story—It’s a Pattern
The things that have kept others moving—medical care, state services, the ability to work—are deliberately blocked in my life to enforce a freeze: physical, economic, and social. This is what happens when racist liberalism pretends to be “help,” but is really just eugenic inspired, financially motivated control. They weren’t trying to serve me. They are trying to break me—and profit from my enrollment (body count, like inmates to a jail cell) in the process. And they’ve been trying for decades. But here I am. Still talking. Still naming names.
What My expose's will continue to expose is
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Names of individuals and agencies involved in fraud, obstruction, and retaliation
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Documentation and records of ignored complaints and illegal conduct
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Proof of systemic refusal to enforce the law when I report being a victim of crime
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Ongoing examples of how institutions try to erase whistleblowers instead of investigating the crimes we report
What I Believe
I don’t owe anyone compliance. I don’t owe anyone a version of me they find easier to digest.
Justice doesn’t require my submission to the personal objectives of the racist criminals employed to serve me. It doesn’t require my silence. And it damn sure doesn’t require me to act like a slave in my own life so that people with power can stay comfortable. What it requires is evidence. Which I have. And which you’ll see.
If people want to lie on me, or about me, or try to make me sick just to distract me—let them try. I already know what’s real. And I’m not reporting to them. I’m reporting to God, and to the public who has a right to know what’s being done with their tax dollars, in their name.
Let the record show: I do what I was supposed to do and more whilst being severely disabled. They don't. This is Starlight. Where silence on their systemic stalking and organized racketeering intimidations ends, and the truth will continue to come out with names.
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