Internally Displaced Person (IDP)
nounAn internally displaced person (IDP) is someone forced to flee their home—but not their country—due to violence, disaster, or persecution. Unlike refugees, they do not cross an international border and therefore do not receive special protections under international law. IDPs are displaced yet remain invisible; governments can ignore them, and the world often does as well. They are refugees within their own country, surviving systems that have failed them twice: first by forcing them out, and then by leaving them behind.February 28, 2019 Dakota County Community Development Agency (CDA), a "still" federally contracted housing authority, committed federal fraud when it refused to provide a physically disabled participant and victim of MN DHS Medicaid PMAP and HBCS ongoing waivered medical insurance fraud with their 19-Year good standing Housing Choice Voucher papers at the end of their lease—knowing the participant was moving out of the state for urgently needed medical treatment for the injuries sustained during the maltreatment which accompanied that internal DHS financial fraud.
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On February 28, 2019, a federally contracted housing authority forced a Housing Choice Voucher participant to move without the federally required documents necessary to secure a new home. This occurred after two years of ignoring the participant's right to move and refusing communication until a critical time clock expired—at which point the authority claimed the participant’s 19-year Good Standing HCV had expired, despite the participant not yet finding a new rental — which were all lies.
This action pushed the victim into and Internally Displaced Person status 1,775 days of forced homelessness, multiple reported sexual assaults, beatings and robberies, witnessing multiple deaths, the destruction of all property, a national scramble of identity, tanked credit, ban from housing and operating a vehicle in the USA despite having a progressive spinal condition exacerbated by walking (vehicle was registered handicapped) countless permanent medical injuries, and more than $30,000.00 in debts as a consequence of escaping maltreatment abuse and neglect of a vulnerable adult which Minnesota never intended the victim to escape —only the known and protected white victims.
The victim was a severely disabled HBCB Waiver recipient and whistleblower reporting Medicaid fraud by Minnesota Department of Human Services (DHS) employees, vendors, and regulators, who “criminally” blocked medical treatment for sixteen years in PMAP and HBCB Waiver state-operated insurance—permanently destroying three generations of Black Minnesotans and forcing the victim (Head of Household) to “flee the state” for surgical intervention after sixteen years of crippling, debilitating injuries caused by the maltreatment.
Surgery was obtained out-of-state immediately — while homeless on the street in a place she'd never been during a pandemic. By the time a surgeon reached her, the spine was do mangled, and discs so damaged they had caused spinal fluid to form internal cyst on the nerves that control the legs. The spinal fluid had to be drained and the bones had to be shaved. This was followed by several rounds of surgical ablations. All obtained and healed literally on a side walk. They clearly intended to constructively kill me. No doubt, to conceal nearly two decades of reported Medicaid fraud they never expected to be brought to judgement for, let alone stop. They just settle lawsuit after lawsuit FOR THE SAME THING and keep abusing — Like Slavery in the USA. I am not ignorant to this attempt to get rid of the paper trail and the victim.
But Gods grace and mercy didn't allow that to happen. Within months, the victim was able to work—proving her nearly decade-long complaint that criminality in and by the state of Minnesota had first made her crippled, then kept her debilitated to the point she could not even groom herself—just so DHS could monitor, control, and destroy her entire bloodline. To date, in the state of Minnesota there has been only one medical procedure for Chiari Malformation since 2003, despite seeking medical treatment daily until 2020 and the governor proclaiming it is a serious medical condition every September. Serious I guess for the whites, but not for me. Poverty was the Minnesota Department of Human Services needed Access of Evil, to control how this condition changed by life, so they created it — criminally!
And when I found the ultimate escape of moving out of the state, in tact, in every way but medically, they employed the federal housing authority to stop my escape. The federal housing authority also failed five attempts to terminate my Housing Choice Voucher in the span of one year (after receiving my request to port the voucher out of state - my federal right) compared to no attempts in 18 years previously.
Additionally, while ignoring my request to port the voucher out-of-state, they set my rent portion to 60% in a program that is capped at 30% from 2017-2019 in an attempt to get me to fail to pay rent; which did not work.
They then withheld the payment amount for three months and attempted to force my management company to terminate me for non-payment of rent, when I had no rent amount to pay — so that didn't work.
The management team, seeing my predicament, began extorting me. The more I paid to cover the back rent created by the Housing Authority (my first late payment in the six-year tenancy), the higher the amount the property claimed I owed once I received the balance to pay. My last payment was nearly $2,000.00 on a debt that had originally been close to $500.00—which I had been paying down in several hundred-dollar installments monthly. The rent was only $950.00. It was sent with a note, that'll do, if you don't resolve this alleged arrears matter you will be entered into the chat of a multibillion dollar criminal matter I'm fighting and I will win eventually. They closed the matter as resolved and a month after I moved, sent a $950.00 bill direct to collections. Therefore, they'll enter the chat.
All of this occurred while I was being starved, too frail to barely walk—injuries racking up, dehydrated all the time. The state reported that they were providing in-home health care, yet I have had no consistent contact with any medical provider since 2015.
There were 14 uninvestigated Vulnerable Adult Complaints submitted to Emily Piper Johnson’s Department of Human Services between 2016 and 2019. Victims are not allowed to submit these firsthand, nor are they allowed to see what was written, by whom, or who handled the report—reports which likely weren’t even accurate, as the criminals I’m accusing are the same ones making the criminal report in a grand jury–like process. This is behavioral evidence that everyone knows what is going on and is participating in keeping it hidden—because of oiled pockets and population control (eugenics).
There were multiple Emergency Room visits (where social workers covered up my abuse complaints), multiple criminal complaints reduced to benefit complaints so they could be heard by DHS hearing officers, on DHS property—who, of course, verbatim, ended the matters as the criminals requested, despite evidence that always seems to disappear (Minnesota paradox). There were also two police calls and— A racial covenant aimed directly at me—disguised as an "undesirable covenant" with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed alleged victim on the cover of the paper.
Side note: Search all disability class actions and you will see no Black Minnesotans—because apparently, we must not become disabled. Check the settlements: you won’t see us there either. Only white people are considered Minnesotan. Black people are their charitable cause that faces disparities, and white people are just angelically trying to resolve it—through DHS, who is actually creating the poverty, along with the courts, who force welfare dependency to survive the medical injuries and financial damages of white crime rather than justice for white crime, which in every instance requires that a criminal party make a living victim or those they are survived by whole again.
Wake up Minnesotans! Wake up America. There is no 90% Racial Wealth Gap in the state of Minnesota, there is current enslavement. They are systematically stealing and lying, leaving only enough for survival to black people so that society continues to avoid questioning the location of the victims so that first hand narratives can be heard, to resolve the cause of the so-called wealth gap. They don't want that to happen because there's only thousands of reports like mine to report. White systemic, medically injurious and financially damaging crimes that everyone is involved in covering up—including the legal aides and so-called community agencies. If you expose it, it ends and then Minnesota is not so nice anymore. It is that image of so-called niceness used to recruit fortune companies and their families. It's enslavement that is fueling the wealth. African Americans do not have equitable access to law enforcement in the state of Minnesota. This is the Dred Scott issue that sparked the civil war and it is the liberal system of government that has continued it my entire life born and raised in Minnesota. Where are the victim of this so-called Minnesota Paradox first hand narratives? Where are the specific parties involved names? Oh that's right: No victims and No Parties means no solutions— a blank check to carry on. Eugenics.
If an actual target of these covenants had been involved, they would have accurately and appropriately labeled them housing covenants—because that is exactly what they are. And with that accurate label, resolution would be possible, because the public would finally know how to identify them.
But this is what happens when the party that creates the problem hoards control of the solution—and uses the same mindset and inexperience to achieve it: a never-ending story.
They’re always concerned about race, so housing covenants were inaccurately and inappropriately labeled racial covenants simply because they majorly targeted Black people (though not exclusively). This false and inappropriate language created a loophole in which a racial covenant could be disguised as an undesirable covenant (disability)—in order to keep the city, county, and state clean. In other words: “Minnesota Nice.”
It would never have been passed if it had plainly stated, “We don’t want Black people to live in this city.” And had these policies been named appropriately—housing covenants—the issue could have been explored honestly. A Black victim, a whistleblower in a Medicaid fraud scheme, could have had a place in the dialogue, could have revealed why it was happening, and could have produced the evidence to support it. That could have saved not only myself, but the 5,000 disabled Minnesotans represented in the concurrent class action—and every Waiver participant in Minnesota yet to come.
But we don’t want that in Minnesota.
We want business as usual.
We want eugenics.
We want Roger B. Taney’s code of conduct to stand, as always.
And we want to be the nicest at presenting the most liberal approach to disguise it—as if it wasn’t the liberal party, not the NUP Republican Party, that created all of this post-emancipation… after losing the Civil War.
It all missed me. So what did they do? They Dred Scotted me.
Outright withheld my moving documents—which they are federally required to release. I was erased. And still… erased.
They stole my voucher to ensure I wouldn’t settle prosperously outside of Minnesota, wouldn’t be healed anywhere in this nation—all because they’re robbing Minnesota taxpayers and the federal government and with the public none the wiser, its too sweet to stop. And not only would they refuse to stop, they couldn’t allow a phenomenal Black woman—one who doesn’t conform to Minnesota’s racial expectations, who intimidates them—to succeed. Or worse, to dare produce a bloodline of Black success on this soil.
Because they said so.
My question are: Just who the **** are you supposed to be to me? By what authority shall I kneel to an entity that took no part in my creation mandating my destruction. Go through my God concerning me.
See, my Grandmother came as young woman and was converted—sacrificing her daughter. My mother, her daughter, was converted and sacrificed all her children. DHS thought we've done it!
Their intention was to own my children and have me be the one o sacrifice them to DHS—beginning by exposing me to Grape’s presence, who fathered a child with me when I was only in ninth grade.
Hence why they systematically, through their own crimes, continue forcing me into close proximity with sexual predators—hoping to strike gold again, either by pushing me to conform to the bums in their cultivated neighborhoods (where I have no business in the first place because I haven't made any mistakes that land me in these neighborhoods—to the contrary I'm a chronic victim of crimes that result in these locations (so that destruction will live in my own home and they can then take their hands off the constant attacks meant to destroy me as I have witnessed countless women do and never escape that decision the same way they entered it), or that I’ll lose my life to a Grapist—or defending myself from one when there is no justifiable reason that I, and these individuals were ever even in the same space. In every case, it has been a direct result of criminal, government action that has placed me in direct endangerment and its been a sentence of my race & gender in Minnesota to survive every time. Which is why I can no longer go about my life without informing the mass-public about the direct role that government crime and racially motivated refusal to enforce established laws, regulations and policies is playing in sexual violence against black females.
I attempted to leap from an official’s car moving on the highway—choosing to send myself and my unborn child to heaven rather than be part of a sacrifice that would condemn them to endure the same torment, bondage, and relentless pursuit I have suffered at the hands of a government agency that claims to protect human welfare, yet has only sought to destroy it in my experience. Death, to me, is better than bondage.
Close my juvenile 'run away case' and take you and my parents hands off me so that I may raise my unborn child in peace or I will personally take us to peace. I/we were emancipated that day. Five years later, in 2003, the rare medical condition Chiari Malformation brought me back because I couldn't afford medical cost. This is what they have been doing to me ever since that day.
I am the one sent to break bloodline curses—not the two or the three. There is no Esau in me. I refuse to despise the gift of my birth, God’s plan for me, in exchange for the world’s design. I am a child of the Most High God. I am finished with submission. In fact, I am more than a conqueror.
Justice may be impossible—we cannot turn back time to reclaim my youth, family, body, or life’s path. But atonement is both possible and necessary. I need restitution—multiplied across three generations.
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If you're wondering how did I survive to get out of state and access the surgery to prove my then seventeen year case that Minnesota had crippled and was keeping me debilitated by banning my access to healthcare via. The Minnesota Department of Human Services that has been robbing the Medicaid system to choose who prospers and who doesn't, the answer is I met my Nigerian Ancestors.
I was giving up—in a dream. Then she struck me, a slap so forceful it jolted me awake. It felt real. Fully conscious now, I heard her call me by my Yoruba name. She gave me an assignment—one I knew I had to complete.
Before the spirit departed, I remembered something I’d been taught in church as a girl: test every spirit. So I asked aloud, “Wait—what is your name?”
She replied: Yemoja.
It was a name I had never heard before. Instinctively, I grabbed my phone, tapped the microphone in the Google search bar, and repeated what I’d heard. The result stunned me: she once lived on he river that runs through the state where my father was born— the ancient Yoruba Kingdom of Ile-Ife; modern day Ogun State, Nigeria.
In the days that followed, I listened carefully to her instructions. She led me to Sunfoods International Market, guided me down an aisle, and told me exactly where to stop and which ingredients to buy. Once home, she told me to reach into my memory—into the lessons the men in my bloodline had passed on through cooking. As I pieced those memories together, I recreated a dish from my heritage: cassava and rice with peanut butter, made the West African way.
Within weeks, I began to regain physical strength. More ancestors began to reveal themselves in downloads because my spiritual mother and ancestor Yemoja called them in like a family reunion with an important girl who never knew they love her before she knew them, each revealing their presence and the parts of themselves they had planted within me. They gave me a financial plan, and I followed it. It worked. All of us there silently fellowshipping and taking communion in the form of Cassava Stew (Pondu) and White Rice.
That is how I paid the rent.
That is how I paid the extortionist.
That is how I reserved money for hotel stays, flights, and the national shipment of my belongings.
Perhaps they mistook it for a crime, because the feds surrounded me and tracked my movement across the country. That recall is for another time. But no—
My dear,
It was not crime.
It was the Nigerian Orisa who have loved me all along.
Contrary to the housing authority’s claim that I failed to secure a unit in time, I flew to the state, was approved for every unit I applied to, and selected one. I had the funds ready to cover both the damage deposit and rent. However, I was denied entry because the landlord insisted on seeing a signed Housing Choice Voucher and a completed Request for Tenancy Approval—just to verify that I truly had an HCV while we waited. I obtained this requirement in writing.
Since then, I’ve gathered substantial additional documentation—photos, official forms, and recorded conversations—legally captured under Minnesota’s one-party consent law. I have not yet presented this evidence to the housing authority or HUD corporate because I know they will only use it to construct a defense for their actions. I waited, requested, and waited again for a formal setting where this evidence could be properly submitted. That opportunity never came.
So now, I present it to the world, in full. What is taking place in Minnesota is not mere negligence—it is systematic racketeering. I’m just a physically disabled woman who is entitled to her inalienable rights: to self-determination, to life, to liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Like Christ, I will leave behind a full account of what has occurred, so that all who come after me will continue the pursuit of justice until God Himself visits Minnesota and holds them accountable. I am not disposable. I am not invisible. And I am not mute.
You see me. You’ve always seen me.
You’ve heard my complaints.
Justice—now.
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