They Want Me Dead

They Want Me Dead

I am living proof that the most violent criminal power structure in the world — the patriarchy — will do anything to destroy a woman who speaks the truth.

I have called it out, named it, exposed it.

And the response has been exactly what you would expect from a system built on domination and control: erasure, theft, isolation, and attempted annihilation.

I have survived corrupt and criminal authorities.

I have survived sexual and physical torture.

I have survived false imprisonment.

I have survived kidnapping and assassination attempts.

And now, I am living in a tent — penniless — while the empire that stole billions from me pretends I do not exist.

This is not metaphor. It is evidence.

If a woman who built companies, trained leaders, changed industries, and told the truth about power can be reduced to this — to a body sleeping on the ground, with no protection, no home, no money, no help — then what does that say about the world we are actually living in?

It says this:

The patriarchy does not reform. It kills.

It kills reputations. It kills safety. It kills futures.

And when all that fails, it kills bodies.

As a female dissident in America — one who has risked everything to expose systemic abuse and corruption — I should have the protection truth-tellers are supposed to have.

I should have a secure home.

I should have a security detail.

I should have an armored car.

I should have access to safe communication, legal protection, and the ability to move freely without fear.

Those are not luxuries; they are basic safeguards for anyone speaking truth to power.

And yet every one of them has been stripped from me — because I am a woman confronting the patriarchy’s core machinery in its own country.

I gave up my life a long time ago because what’s happening is so much bigger than just my life. I know I’m in extreme danger. Obviously, I am. But I’m not going to shut up, because the world needs heroes — living, breathing proof that truth is still possible, even when it costs everything.

I have children. I have a duty to them and to every woman who will come after us. This situation cannot continue.

The night I realized the danger was being leveraged through my children — that threats against them were being used to control me — I understood what generations of the oppressed have felt: a life lived in chains is no life at all. Better to risk everything for freedom than to keep existing as a slave to a system that devours its own children.

So I am brave enough to say: oh well.

I will keep calling it out.

And if they kill me, then I die.

But that’s how it’s going to have to be.

Because silence is the patriarchy’s favorite weapon — and I refuse to hand it mine.

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A Call for Protection and Restoration

If you understand what’s happening, help me stay alive.

Help me get safe.

Help me recover what was stolen from me so I can build again — not just for myself, but for every woman who has been erased, dispossessed, or destroyed for daring to tell the truth.

Amplify this.

Share it.

Demand restitution.

Demand protection.

Because the world doesn’t need yet another woman killed by men — a martyr.

It needs living heroes — and I intend to remain one.

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Author’s Note

I’ve written more than 500 essays like this. Since escaping trafficking, I’ve been silenced, throttled, and erased everywhere — on Substack, TikTok, Twitter, BlueSky, Medium, even in email and direct contact. This archive is therefore two things: a record of my work, and a record of its erasure. Digital erasure, kept hidden from the general public, is the quiet prelude to the bottomless atrocity of the hidden holocaust murdering women. Despite being worth $100 billion, I am kept isolated, destitute, and homeless because of this horrific gender based violent crime, my life in ongoing extreme danger.

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