This why I put in notice to move out of the state of Minnesota by exercising my federal right to transfer my then seventeen year good standing Housing Choice Voucher out of the state of Minnesota.
Consumer directed community supports
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This folder and its contents are from c. 2014, the eleventh year of my healthcare battle with DHS, who had been a daily, constant fixture in my children's and my life since I fell ill with the rare and serious medical condition Chiari Malformation in 2003 for the sole purpose of medical insurance classification of disability in order to receive medical insurance payment to follow my surgical medical advice and treatment instruction. Yet, even to this day, DHS has never conducted a complete and accurate assessment of my medical condition or needs and cannot produce a record of doctors' recommendations.
You have to understand—twenty-two years later, I’m still a daily participant enrolled in DHS programs who has never had the assessment and only had access to medical treatment for my condition one time in the state of Minnesota, back in 2015, despite seeking medical treatment every day. Do you get it? Do you see the massive level of fraud that I’m exposing here?
They destroyed my body, my family, my descendants, my identity, my education, my business, my credit, all of my property—tortured me daily and punished me nearly to death for exercising my federal rights to relocate out of the state of Minnesota.
Everything has been reported to all the proper agencies; every step of the way, evidence has been available all along, and yet there has never been an investigation of one complaint out of thousands over the multi-decade period.
I was even opened on waiver insurance from 2015–2020 and still couldn't get healthcare because DHS employees would not document medical conditions or recommendations from my doctors. That's why I had to move; I had nearly lost the ability to walk before I got out briefly. They were (and still are) attempting to force-institutionalize me through the inability to physically survive in my own home or the free world. They tried to make me dependent on 24-hour medical care in a state-funded facility.
But God—as Grandmother would say.
I've even gotten out and proved, at least for a short period, that the state was keeping me physically debilitated with corruption, not my diagnosis, and still nothing. "I'm a captive. Kidnapped by the state and forced into a fake life in plain sight."
But I digress. Being the optimist that I am, I found self-administered certification of the waiver online and got myself to the town hall–style meeting where certification class took place before my waiver was actually funded and opened. It was only because it was a town hall meeting at the Northern Service Center, where attendees had to sign in at the end to receive their certification documentation, that I was able to accomplish this. Had they known it was me, I just know they would have created some hostile diversion to say I could not enter and experience the right to become certified.
To this day, DHS and Dakota County have refused to ever release my certification documentation to me and relinquish control over my waiver so that I could administer it myself—a method that would have stopped them from manipulating my daily medical condition from 2013 through 2020.
To the contrary, what they did when they found out that I had been certified after my hard work and effort forced them to fund and open the waiver as SMRT had ordered back in 2012, is redo the entire expenditure guide for the whole county to remove the medical equipment and support services payments that I had budgeted for my own CSP plan the moment I was funded because this is healthcare that I've waited to access since 2003. They stopped every one in the county who hadn't already established these supports in order to stop me from receiving them—healthcare expenditures taken directly from DHS own guide.
And they refused to let myself and Alicia De Rodriguez, the therapist, acting as a social worker for no extra payment — something they were paying themselves to provide despite not providing it—just because she witnessed the systemic abuse and began coming to hospital visits and DHS appointments with me and chiming in on conference calls where they were attacking me and telling me I'm lying, so they don't have to respond to say, "Excuse me, she's not alone here. I can hear what's happening, and she's actually not lying. I'm a mandated reporter, so I think it's in your best interest to respond with a solution and they would demonstrating once again that doesn't have to be how it is—they wouldn't treat others how they treat me and they wouldn't treat me this way if any oversight protection agency would simply contact these people and say stop they would stop; it just my black lips they cannot hear it come from from." Which only makes it more pathetic that people paid to do so don't make the five minute phone call and the consequence I face for that is a lifetime of injuries.
Again, I digress. This stressful work — they would not let us into my first waiver meeting that consumers are supposed to be a part of, and they never let me participate in one after because Alicia was not longer there with me to watch them. Once it was just me they were back to the BS. And don't ask me where my relatives or the church that I was a member in was because I showed up them how I was supposed to but the love was not returned. Reminding me how my goal was to leave Minnesota before Chiari ever happened. I don't believe I'm unlikable, I do fine outside of these people—I think I'm unlikable to them because I have nothing to offer them. I'm not good at the things they seem to like—drama, tragedy, negativity and entertainment at other peoples expense. I'm not being sassy—I'm seriously out of my depths with those social behaviors like am I on the spectrum? out of my depths.
Additionally, they began utilizing the media to paint a dangerous picture of people that qualified for medical insurance and housing assistance to encourage landlords to evict them from their properties or face the threat of losing their certificates of occupancy and rental property licenses, giving the Dakota County City Council the encouragement it needed to successfully pass legislation that banned disabled people that qualified for DHS medical insurance and Section 8 from renting in their cities by 2016. Yup that happened. And it doesn't mean they stopped receiving funding—in meant if you're in a county or state contracted home of partners in crime you can live here but you cannot live on your own because you'll disrupt fraud and report criminal abuse. So basically the Jensen Settlement reversed in those cities while the Jensen Settlement was not reversed—get back in the centers where we had free reign to abuse disabled Minnesotans. **keep in mind I'm not mentally disabled I'm physically disabled but the funding and programming rolled out as sort of a catch all of severely disabled or not.**
Can you say Racial Housing Covenant masked in blond-haired, blue-eyed disability?
I was the specific target of it all, and it all missed me — because none of their claims could be proven by conduct. I had not done so much as make a late rent payment in the three years I had lived in West Saint Paul by that time.
If you're thinking, does racism really run that deep that they would do all this against a disabled Black woman just trying to get medical treatment in order to get physically strong enough to get back to work? And the answer would be, "yes, absolutely." I was told to my face, "You people are an indefinite non-priority in this county" at the first scheduled long-term assessment — which they refused to perform upon arrival — instead making that comment and telling me an anecdote about an elderly woman who caught a cold and they didn't pay for her medical treatment and they're not going to pay for my "little cold, what's that, Chiari Malformation — yeah, mood disorder." I mean, the internal flabbergast of this woman, in my home, with the audacity to talk to me like that solely because it was her and I.
Unfortunately for her, I don't believe in racism and I could care less about what someone who I cannot respect thinks about me — it was giving "your thoughts are irrelevant to God's plan," and no, I won't be signing your documents for the assessment we didn't have. So, nice to meet you, have a great day. Which in this context is Texan for: get your raggedy, demonic, racist, wide-skinny-jean-wearing behind the hell out of my living room, you piggish seed of Satan, and don't ever come back — we will be in touch alternatively goodbye. Distress is not good for my nervous system.
Discrimination and Retaliation by Dakota County (2013–2015)
But it wasn't just racism alone that all this was done for—nor was it my refusal to acknowledge the racist, fiery darts being shot at me when all we were gathered to do was conduct business. From 2013 to 2015, Dakota County committed serious discriminatory and retaliatory attacks against me, including:
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Refusal to perform assessments
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Coercion of signatures on fraudulent documentation
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Break-ins and property destruction by police who were misled—thank God I was not home
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Social workers admitting to accessing police and court records on people who were not part of my household to try and prove I was not a victim in a court case I was clearly involved in
"It's a court case."
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Forced ER visits for mental health assessments based on false claims, only to be discharged hours later
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Withholding of healthcare for a serious condition for three years, despite available funding and a prior favorable judgment to open and fund the waiver
When I arrived in the county, my medical records had already been reviewed and approved. Still, they documented that I was ineligible—based on my age—as if that had anything to do with my disability. When I appealed, they changed the name of my condition from:
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Chiari Malformation (a physical malformation visible on MRI)
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Chiari Syndrome, trying to falsely present it as a psychological disorder
As a result, I was placed on the Brain Injury waiver waitlist "indefinitely," according to a racist social worker who referred to me as "you people" during our first encounter. When they were finally forced to fund and open the waiver, they attempted to downgrade it to a CADI waiver—a catch-all waiver mostly reserved for mental illness.
The second issue was that a Class Action Lawsuit had been filed about "missing funds" — internal fraud. They were in damage control mode, fighting with then-Human Services Commissioner Emily Piper Johnson about who was going to take accountability for the missing funds everyone knew were taken by internal fraud, but no one expected would be found out by the state or the county. The truth is, they both knew all along. The same way they knew about the Family Stabilization Services prior to 2025.
Participants complain the moment medical treatment is delayed or denied — that’s the time to investigate fraud in connection to those delays. But the reality I’ve lived is that DHS doesn’t care about the well-being of Minnesotans enough to allow complaints to be accurately documented, investigate, and correct them. It’s chronic, and it seems like it’s because it’s not in the interest of those at the top to minimize the number of dependent, disabled Minnesotans. After all, funding is being collected based on their existence, and the record shows it’s not being released.
During certification, I learned everything left that I didn't already know from the previous 12 years there about the waiver—I learned the internal process, including how they were funded. Particular language must be used in the long-term assessment and the CSP in order for the computers to register the condition and need, and then spit out a budget based on the state average for that type of waiver. They weren’t shy in saying during the certification class that once a budget was established, some funds were taken off the top of each waiver as general "emergency funds," for the city with the rest used for its earmarked healthcare according to the expenditure guide allowances.
It seemed like the instructor though that was normal. To me, it doesn't seem normal to take "emergency funds" out of fund earmarked for healthcare outside of an extreme crisis as if there is not money for your emergencies already but I wasn't there to be inspector gadget just mind my own business of getting my certification and getting home because I was in excruciating pain like most days.
I mention it as a nod to the prevailing culture of hiring people that you would tell we skim a little off the top for other purposes and they're so comfortable with that being okay because they were trained in that way—that they would just announce in a room full of strangers. No questions asked of the leadership by the workers—aggressive hostility towards the consumers who don't do as they're told and take what they're given even when its serves no purpose because the workers are acting off bad information.
Whether it was Brain Injury or CADI, depending on the time, DHS and Dakota County Social Services funded that waiver until after I moved in 2020. But from the receipts I can gather, only a few hundred dollars, if that, was dispensed for healthcare. There was food delivery, sometimes about $6.00 a meal, and a PCA even less frequently. I later found out that she photocopied signatures and kept billing for years while I didn’t have services. A nurse came a couple of times, and that was the extent of it.
I was never allowed to participate in the formation of a plan, which is a mandate of the program. The county never released control, despite my repeated demands for a copy of my certification and enrollment in self-directed services. As long as a social worker's name was on top of the voucher instead of mine, vendors wouldn’t allow me to manage issues that came up. It was always, "We have to talk to the social worker," and the social workers were maliciously unresponsive. As a result, I went without treatment despite being eligible for healthcare services.
The Ongoing Abuse and Neglect: A Victim of Systemic Injustice
For that reason, I’m extremely physically debilitated, vulnerable, constantly in danger from my surroundings, and dependent on public services I would not otherwise need—a proven point. It’s through those public services that criminals brutalize me to a deadly condition chronically. I believe the latest attack is a quick killer—it seems like lung cancer. The agency responsible is Minnesota Valley Action Council.
I think there is hardly an agency, if any, in the state of Minnesota that I could not produce evidence of having gone to for protection—only to face blackballing and groupthink. The correct answer should have been to move, so I did. But they did this to me for moving. They want me dead or in a locked institution. All I did was wake up in 2003 in need of some temporary assistance to afford expensive medical costs. This has been more than half my life, systematically captive.
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