Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Judged
I am devastated, confused, but finally at peace with a painful truth. For years, I was called mentally ill, unstable, and unfit, not because I was broken, but because I dared to challenge a system built on dysfunction and silence. Leaders in powerful positions those entrusted to protect justice and fairness targeted me, not to serve truth, but to advance their own careers, secure promotions, and profit from my pain.
I once held deep admiration for men like former Chief Judge Evans, Reverend Jesse Jackson Sr., Reverend Al Sharpton, Congressman Bobby Rush, and Congressman Danny Davis. Their voices once represented courage and conviction to me. To realize that those I respected most either remained silent or worse, contributed to my downfall is something that still confuses my soul.
My children were taken from me illegally. My son was murdered in cold blood. My home, my peace, and my identity were dismantled piece by piece. And through it all, those in authority joked, celebrated, and justified their actions as if my suffering was entertainment proof of their power.
I understand now that I never would have been allowed to “win.” Because to win would have meant exposing everything: the corruption, the conspiracy, and the cover-up that runs deep. The truth was never welcome in their courtroom.
But I no longer carry that burden. I’ve released it.
What I will do, however, is continue to follow up on the activities and actions taking place here in Clark County. I will not be silent where I now stand.
So, to those who reminded me through your cruelty, your laughter, and your indifference why I will never return to Chicago, thank you.
And to my children: may you one day understand that you were stolen from me, not because I didn’t fight for you, but because I fought too hard for justice in a place where justice had already been sold.
Now you understand how my judge got switched, and how I lost my case ValentinevsPippen2024L002166.
