I did not choose to make my story public. The government made that choice for me. When a man is wrongfully imprisoned, stripped of his voice, cut off from his child, and denied due process for more than a decade, he reaches a point where silence is no longer an option — it becomes complicity in his own destruction.
My case was not handled fairly. Evidence was suppressed. Critical testimony was blocked. Red tape, bureaucracy, and indifference buried my pleas for a hearing. I fought alone in a concrete box with nothing but paper, a pencil, and the truth. And every request I made for representation, for a real review, for the right to clear my name — was ignored.
Let me be absolutely clear: the villain of this story is not a family member, not an ex-partner, not anyone who was hurt and manipulated by circumstances they never should’ve been placed in.
The real enemy is the machine — the bureaucratic gears of a justice system that destroys fathers, daughters, sons, mothers, and families without blinking.
The State made decisions about my life based on outdated records from decades ago, false assumptions, and a legacy of targeting that began long before I was even grown. They treated me as guilty before evidence was ever considered. They refused to allow the one witness who could have cleared everything — my daughter — to testify.
People ask why I’m talking. Why I’m writing. Why I’m documenting everything. Here is the truth:
Because if I don’t, the State wins.
Because transparency is my only shield. Because the courts ignored private filings. Because my motions were buried without review. Because nobody appointed me counsel even when the law required it. Because all I ever asked for was the chance to show the truth.
In Disney’s Bolt, the story begins when Bolt breaks out to save Penny. In my real life, I didn’t get to be Bolt.
I wasn’t allowed to break out, burst through the door, cross the country, and reunite with my daughter. If I had escaped, I would have been hunted, silenced forever, and she would’ve suffered more because of it.
And when I finally got out, Penny was gone.
Not because she didn’t care — but because the system designed it that way.
I am pursuing justice through every lawful avenue. I am preparing filings, documenting damages, and assembling the record. I am exposing misconduct, procedural failures, and unconstitutional acts.
And I am building — publicly — because secrecy is how they controlled my life.
This is the beginning of my story, not the end. And history will remember what happened here.