01-15-25 !INJUSTICE!
This just happened: 6:30AM police were pounding on my door and probably woke up the entire 5th floor. They wanted to arrest me. I wouldn't let them in my apt. They said it was over Mark—who I had the argument with on 12-26-24—they said he made a complaint about me for assault and theft! BOTH LIES. I'm starting to think he's part of the criminals! I've never assaulted anyone in my life, only got triggered, and I never took anything! I feel like I'm being framed!
I've never assaulted anyone in my life and I never took anything! I feel like I'm being framed!
Mark is a horrible person, but I would've never guessed this horrible. I called him 4x's to ask him what the hell is going on and left VM's each time. I can't believe he's doing this to me again! This time accusing me of taking something! It's like he's in collusion with the scammers.
In 2019, NYS pressured Mark to file criminal charges against me. How it started was that he had put his hands on me and pushed me out the door which triggered me and had us both on the floor. At some point in our struggles, I had scratched his face. He called 911 and that's when I left his apt. As I was walking out the door, I heard him tell the 911 dispatcher, "She's leaving, no need to send a police officer." But one was sent anyway who apparently had a bodycam and recorded Mark's face was scratched. From then on, an assault charge was filed against me. I couldn't believe Mark did that to me, and I believe he was pressured by NYS. He's someone who turns into a puppet with "authority."
I want to show what I was going through in November 2019 when the incident with Mark happened. I want to prove my innocence and that I’m a victim of great injustices done to me during what’s known as the zeitgeist of Social Justice.
In June 2019, I requested my adoption records from Bucks County Courthouse. I wanted to know the details of my adoption to the Wissicks. Specifically what was the screening process for them to become parents to an international child. Love the Children, the American-Korean adoption agency that facilitated my transport from South Korea to America had by then dissolved and all the adoptee records were given to Bucks County Courthouse where the adoption agency was registered.
Revise to email shown above for clarity:
“I received [the documents] a few weeks ago, but put it aside because I wasn’t yet able to confront what they revealed. This is my second effort to receive information on my adoption. The first time I was mailed a 3-page document stating what I had already known—that I was abandoned and that my birth parents are unknown. I had to send a $35. check for the both times I requested information. There is a file the girth of an encyclopedia to the first 7 years of my life (4-5 spent in Korean; 5-7 spent in U.S. up until the Wissicks adopting me) collecting dust in the basement of a Philadelphia courthouse, and I have no access to it. I’m incrementally mailed documents after completing a form with a $35. check. I have to be specific about my request, I can’t request the entire folder. The three placement reports with the Wissicks are the most satisfying and insightful. (Note: three house visits after my placement with the Wissicks were all that was necessary to finalize the adoption. After, the case worker and adoption agency never checked in again with the adoptive family or with the adoptee.) Do they resonate with me? Yes, some parts of the report do. I remember being a clever, curious, creative (artistic, I was very good at drawing until the skill atrophied as an adolescent from trauma) and talkative. I was an intuitive kid who sensed Diana was more needy than I was (even though I was the foundling from another country and she was the mother figure); I remember always trying to please her and make her happy (she was a narcissist) as though I were her court jester and she were my Queen. I remember once I was growing up, becoming an adolescent, everything fell apart because I was starting to form my identity, having opinions, and other interests besides her. Kind of like a puppy that outgrows its cuteness and is now considered a nuisance.”
The incident with Mark happened on Sunday, November 3rd. In a nutshell, Mark came up from behind as I was sitting at the kitchen counter looking at my phone and put his hands on me to forcefully push me towards his apt door. I fell off the stool and got triggered. We ended up on the floor, struggling with each other and at some point I had scratched his face. He later made a complaint for criminal assault charges and damaging his property, which is to say that I had intended to cause him physical harm and intended to damage his property. I was assigned a public defender because I couldn’t afford a lawyer. I remember feeling befogged and stunned for several weeks from what was happening to me and in disbelief that Mark could do that to me. I wrote a statement about the details to share my half of what happened that day to the public defender I was assigned.
On Nov 15th, I was “let go for not a good fit” at the Tax Firm where I worked. I remember feeling another blow-like effect. I wasn’t expecting it. I started on February 9th and had been there as client relations and office manager. I liked the job because the husband and wife team who owned the boutique firm were generous, fair and gave great autonomy to their employees so long as the work was done and done right. I received a bonus at the end of tax season when I wasn’t at all expecting it; I also had paid weeks off after tax season. The health insurance started on day one of employment and it was a very good health insurance package. When I let go, they gave me a severance and a letter of recommendation when I asked for it.
Feeling one blow after another, I was determined to prove my life’s injustices—as I am now—and innocence and I did that by getting a hold of all the documents to my past, which included my adoption to the Wissicks, my school records and yearbooks in Fairport, Monroe County should there be anything with the county on me during my time with the Wissicks, and time in state care at Center for Youth Services (the organization only keeps records for a limited time), Hillside and St Joseph’s Villa. It was all these documents I held off from reading until the pandemic lockdown.
The above is an email sent to the organizer of the support group Adult Survivors of Child Abuse (ASCA) on Nov 11th, a week after the incident with Mark. ASCA had weekly group meetings in Union Square area. Often the meetings were depressing and only made me feel worse, so I stopped attending after a handful of times of giving it a try. The start of each meeting is a phone sheet that attendees can sign up to be a “support person” to another attendee who may want to talk to someone. That’s what I’m asking for in the email.
Above screenshots are my requests for documents to the following:
—Hillside, 11-19-19, request for records of my time there (I was placed in multiple foster homes through the agency during my teens).
—Fairport Schools, 12-10-19, request for records as a student. Record 01; Record_02; Record_03; Record_04.
—Monroe County, 12-14-19, FOIL request for anything on 76 East Pointe St, the address to the Wissick’s home.
—Fairport Public Library, 12-16-19, Fairport Year Books (6th—8th grade at Johanna Perrin when I was actively involved in many extracurricular activities).
—New School for Social Research, 12-16-19, request for transcripts (never obtained because of outstanding bill).
—Monroe County, 01-20-20, Following up on my FOIL request.
—Perinton (the Wissicks house was on the border of the two towns), 01-27-20, emailed link to myself on FOIL request.
—Town of Perinton, 02-03-20, FOIL request for anything on the Wissick's house.
FRAMED Pt I
Link to video
FRAMED Pt II
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—Emails to CIDNY, 02-17-20, what would lead to ACCESSVR, a scam organization affiliated with NYU Langone that tried to get me to work in a kitchen without pay or benefits for 3-4 months.
—Volunteer, 04-01-20, 04-06-20 & 05-04-20. I’ve also volunteered for St Malachy’s for several months. Saved all email correspondences with the volunteer organizer.
What does all this prove? Why am I showing this? I’m showing my state of mind in November 2019; I'm showing glimpses of my Life’s Injustices and that monstrous injustice continues to happen to me. I’m showing that I tried HARD to be a contributing member of society and that I’ve always wanted to be a part of it. I’m showing that I’m a decent person who is vulnerable to a criminal organization that has tried to destroy me for three years, though influenced my life longer, before I ascertained the fraud.
Criminals have sequestered and isolated me from any help and a means to subsist after scamming me over employment at the driving school. They know I’m without resources, support system. They’ve been trying to make me suicidal and homeless since 2022, when I first ascertained fraud.
I believe they are involved in criminal charges against me with Mark. I believe somehow they framed me for assault and theft. Mark is prone to disinformation and has always sided with strangers in their character defamation of me. They’ve doxxed me to him several times and each time he believes them because they know all his business and he thinks it’s me that’s posting it. He doesn’t believe there’s such a thing as spyware or that cybercrimes can happen in America, he thinks it only happens in places like Russia and North Korea.
I was harassed with my account passwords even in 2019, when I then had no idea of the fraud.
—ConEd, 02-15-19, password reset.
—Spectrum, 12-01-19, password reset.
—Google, 12-13-19, password reset.
Coincidentally, my roommate didn't spend the night here. I noticed she left rather hurriedly without looking at me, as though running out the door. It was before the email. She responded to my about 2.5hrs after "I got a text a few days ago, I didn't really know what they were talking about." My response back to her was "Ok yeah they're scammers who have been on my ass since 2022. Just ignore." She never mentioned the text when she allegedly received it or showed it to me, and never responded back to my last text.
Again—if strangers contact you to show you X posts that don't mention your name nor say anything defamatory about you, isn't the Q, Why are strangers contacting me about her? How did they get my number? What's the point of showing me these posts? She doesn’t mention my name, it’s not defamatory, nor says anything bad—what’s the point?
I didn't assault anyone, I didn't take anything! I'm being framed. I'm absolutely destitute. My friend Rudy had to send me $40. I didn't take anything or assault anyone! I tried to tell Mark that was scammed $400k on Christmas Eve and he always sides with the criminals no matter what they say about me, and they're strangers. He believes strangers because they know his phone number, address, emails/work emails, daughter’s NYU emails, and other personal information, much of which I don’t know—then blame it on me and tell him I dox him on my X, that my X is all about him, and instead of checking it out himself, he chooses to believe them. He's a horrible person, a dangerous person.
I didn't assault anyone, I didn't take anything! I'm being framed.
I'm the fiercest, most willful person who is only defending myself and whistleblowing cybercrimes happening not just to me but to many other Americans. Unfortunately I'm also the most vulnerable because I don't have resources, support system, and I'm a small Asian female coming from the most disadvantaged background.
I need help.
Black people got nationwide DEI for something that happened 200 years ago. Injustices have been happening to me since the day I set foot in America. I was brought her under the tacit pact of both US and S Korean government for a chance at life. It failed, but I didn't fail myself.
I deserve Justice.
I once found this photo on Wes's neice's FB. It's the only photo I have from when I was a child. It's Wes's side of the family; he is standing behind the woman's hand I'm cupping like a doll. Wes had five natural kids from his first marriage who were all late teens at the time of this photo. He and they were estranged from each other for reasons I don't know. Not once did I meet them or know of a time they ever talked to each other even on the phone. Kathy in the forefront has down syndrome; Nathan, born Sue, is standing behind Kari who is wearing a white blouse with black necklaces. It's one of the few times him and Wes were in same room. Diana was particularly nice to me that night to put on her best face in front of his family. Normally, I didn’t smile like that because she was abusive to me.
Wes was a creep who probably would've tried a few things if not that I were so willful and capable of killing him if he tried. He also had a problem with me once I turned into an adolescent, though he should've been experienced from having five kids. The scammers have known this part of my life for awhile. When I was researching international and domestic adoptions during lockdown (Brandeis School of Journalism had a repository on the subject until it vanished and was replaced with civil rights and social justice topics only, as if adoption don’t fall under that category). I once came across a rudimentary website of all the murders and sexual abuse of adopted kids. There was a NYT article from sometime in the late 1970’s or 1980’s of a KR girl who was killed after she spit out food spoon-fed to her and the woman knocked her off the highchair. They've been doing their dark psychology on me for years, but as I said, mental strength is my forte. Mental strength is the brain of the future.