My Child Trafficking Ring Witness Account
Before I begin, I got asked this week if there is an undercover investigation going on then how am “I” allowed to talk about when no one else can or confirm my story. In order to understand this, you will need to understand that….
1. At the time, and likely still, there is no other person with as big of an online voice as myself.
2. Although unconventional, my role was to use “new media/social media” and act as an undercover journalist. Despite the fact that I am hesitant to call myself “a writer” I answered the calling to do what the local news organizations serving our area would not.
3. When I developed an influential online voice, in the early days of social media, when this plan was conceptualized I decided that much of my online efforts would be used for good. Whether that be Hurricane Sandy Relief, Working with various food banks across the United States, Foster Care advocacy or exposing a child trafficking ring that was being run 2 miles from my house.
From the meetings I have had on the WES Board and with the FBI this is what I know. Children are coming in illegally from the Woodbine Airport, being funneled into the janitor’s office, and being sold at parent pick up. This was the case in 2019-2020.
The police called me in for an interview, and a couple weeks later sent me to the Hampton House. The Hampton House is a state facility for the mentally unstable in New Jersey.
(Knowing that this was likely the lengths the State Police would go to keep this story contained I was warned by the FBI/Prosecutor’s Office that I may be sent to The Hampton House at our 2015 meeting. At that time I agreed to go if needed in order to continue with the investigation and operation to save the kids I saw being sold at Woodbine Elementary School.)
In 2021, I was committed for 2 weeks. The state police and the Hampton House tried to say I was on heavy duty drugs. Drugs I have never touched in my life. My room at the Hampton House had no heat. The food was horrible and sparse. There was one water source for over 23 people during a global pandemic, a water fountain. There, I was threatened again to remove my blog entries made here, asked to delete my Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram posts. Again, I refused. I was released 14 days later.
(Thankfully, my husband, who I was and still am married to, remained in custody so my children never left my home.)
Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.
An Update:
I have no update really! I was told that two things about this investigation.
1. “It could take a Long, Long, Long time.” I don’t know how long “long” actually is.
It’s been almost 14 years since my initial reporting. Its been 10 years since the investigation started. It’s very emotional. Waiting is hard. Though I have 3 kids, my heart yearns for the others and to KNOW they are safe. I was told they would be safe in witness protection but it would be great for me to know they are loved and cared for. I pray for Zulia(read the story about when I met her) and the others every single day.
It’s not just me waiting, It’s all of the people that love me and support me and believe in my effort to stop this.
But most importantly, It’s my kids that are waiting too. Waiting for the truth to come out about their mom. Waiting to see the truth for themselves. Waiting for Justice to be brought.
2. A ring never has been attempted to be closed like this before.
In 2009, social media was new. While I had talked about the ring on Twitter back then the corrupt police officers/School administration weren’t early adopters to the tech platform. Though very important people were present for the conversation that night in 2009, the exposure was missed locally. Keeping quiet for all those years after was hard for me. Supposedly, when the “re”exposure was to happen in 2020/2021, the FBI/Prosecutor’s Office was supposed to be ready to catch the corrupt with the evidence that is needed to make arrests. I was told this would take time. I was told that the kids couldn’t just evaporate and that eventually the case would come to close. That day couldn’t come soon enough.
This has caused my family so much pain and stress. I feel for my kids that they have to share me with 50+kids that don’t even know her name. Still, I love children and am a life long advocate for them in various capacities, fighting child trafficking is just one way. Yes, This occupies a lot of my mental strength and energy. However, I feel this is my job, God’s purpose for me.
If you missed my last post, in addition to continuing to stand strong to the truth, I have returned back to school to venture into the world of political science. I imagine one day it will take me to Washington DC to fight trafficking on a legislative level. (Maybe in 3 years are so)
All I can say for now is, to be continued……..