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The actual filing of the lawsuit felt surreal. After months of painstaking research, meticulous documentation, and agonizing self-doubt, the act of physically submitting the paperwork felt almost anticlimactic.
Yet, the weight of it, the sheer gravity of the accusations laid bare before the court, hung heavy in the air. I remember the quiet hum of the courthouse, the shuffling of feet, the hushed tones of conversations – a stark contrast to the tempest raging within me.
I had named Ervin "Magic" Johnson as the primary defendant, but the complaint also listed several other individuals and entities, alleging their complicity in the years-long campaign against me.
This wasn’t just about individual acts of harassment; I was painting a picture of a coordinated, deliberate effort to destroy my life, a conspiracy reaching far beyond the basketball court.
