DAKOTA COUNTY COMMUNITY DEVELOPMENT AGENCY (CDA)

WALLS OF SILENCE

GETTING OUT

FEDERAL HOUSING FRAUD

Escaping Corruption In The Minnesota Department Of Human Services (DHS) Home Based Community Based Waiver (HBCS) Brain Injury (BI) Medical Insurance Coverage Plan. How The Dakota County Community Development Agency (CDA) A Federally Contracted Housing Authority Shielded The Minnesota Department Of Human Services From Maltreatment Abuse and Neglect of a Vulnerable Adult and Money Funneling  From West Saint Paul, Dakota County, Minnesota. A Harrowing Journey Of A Stolen Housing Choice Vouchers, Injuries, Homelessness And Sex Trafficking.

THE PATH THAT LED TO DONALD KLYBERG

On February 28, 2019 my lease in West Saint Paul, Dakota County, Minnesota ended in the sixth year of tenancy. It was a beautiful home. It was a beautiful neighborhood. Five of the six years of tenancy, it was a fabulous management experience. Thanks to the Minnesota Department of Human Services, whose been after me since I was a child, this rental was the longest period in my life that I'd been allowed to remain in one place. 

I really appreciated that home. Unfortunately, the Minnesota Department of Human Services and statewide partners were neglecting me  inside of that home and if I didn't get surgery fast, I was going to loose my ability to walk, land in a state paid facility for the rest of my life as they always wanted; which no doubt would not have been long. I put in a request to port my Housing Choice Voucher out of the state of Minnesota and so began the efforts at the Housing Authority (and partners) to prevent me from getting out of the state alive with the injuries and the documents. 

The above issue is about "me" and me alone; I am the hidden BLACK face behind it—everyone else was collateral damage to keep a secret, secret.

I did not have a "federally required" signed Housing Choice Voucher, I did not have a "federally required" Request for Tenancy Approval without these two documents a Housing Choice Voucher participant may NOT move into home.  

“There's an old saying in Tennessee; I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee, that says, ‘fool me once, shame on… shame on you. Fool me, you can't get fooled again!’”

— George W. Bush

AN HONEST HOUSING INSPECTOR

They persisted in their criminal actions, blatantly disregarding my written request to port my Housing Choice Voucher out of state and my NOTICE NOT TO RE-NEW OR RE-ENTER LEASE another year’s lease at the property. Instead, they orchestrated an inspection to approve another lease as if none of my communications had been made.

On February 19, 2019, a United States Housing and Urban Development (HUD) inspector arrived unexpectedly to approve the renewal of my lease. However, I was ready. I provided him with ignored notices, emergency room discharge papers, waiver documents, and photos of my injuries. I detailed how they were holding me hostage, torturing me by withholding access to medical treatment, and leaving me to endure severe internal injuries. Desperately, I explained my urgent need to leave the state for surgical intervention. The inspector, appalled by what I revealed, he didn’t conduct an inspection. He said I’m going to go confront them and see what this all about and he kept his word to me; he confronted them on my behalf that very day. Unfortunately, he didn’t report them—a theme among the good guys in Minnesota.

Their response was swift and deceitful. Later that day, they sent a falsified document, dated for the following day, exposing its fraudulent nature. Their office, located in Eagan, contradicted their claim as I received the document in West Saint Paul on the morning of February 20, 2019—the same day it was purportedly issued. 

This is yet another demonstration that I am not lying—I have never lied about any of this. They are the ones lying, all of them. Their records are fabricated, and they distort the facts to control my life and body—permanently and detrimentally—since 2003. When they make even a "slight, innocent lie," there should be an obligation for someone to investigate whether the truth is being told when a victim files a complaint.

Here’s the hard truth: in all my 40+ years, I have never seen any vested interest in addressing complaints against the state of Minnesota, whether at the state, regional, or federal levels. People in the media and organizations collecting funding claim they are committed to understanding and improving the failing outcomes for Black people in Minnesota, but it’s all performative. They’re capping.

There is nothing difficult, complex, or even hidden about the systemic issues Black Minnesotans face. These conditions are blatantly visible. Yet, an endless procession of individuals and institutions profits while pretending they see nothing and know nothing. When Minnesotans muster the courage to address an issue, they often dilute it by alluding to some unrelated historical event from centuries ago to avoid offending the perpetrators. Then, they pat themselves on the back, as if they've achieved meaningful change.

No one outside the state—especially those uninvolved in committing or concealing these crimes—will parse through cryptic, coded messages. Real accountability requires transparency, courage, and direct action, none of which I’ve witnessed in Minnesota.

Consider this scenario: Do you think it’s an innocent mistake that they predated a letter to February 20, 2019, but mailed it out on February 19, 2019? What difference could a single day make? In this case, it’s a massively impactful and calculated “little innocent lie.” By dating it February 20, 2019, they could claim they were never confronted by a federal housing inspector on February 19, 2019, about their egregious misconduct. 

They simply wrote it away, it never happened. In section 8 of this expose you see current mental health clinicians simply write their knowledge away. You read the website simply remove racism as an area of expertise as if it was never there and add a letter section because they know the clinician is lying about why services were cancelled and it can come back to them because the service was initially through them. You read Allina clinic committed fraud. You see the current apartment manager create a fraudulent eviction. Now go read The Minnesota Paradox again if you already have or for the first time if you haven't. 

This is common place. This is not eugenics within the state of Minnesota but the state of Minnesota which is eugenics and the nation is calling it nice. Minnesota Nice is 90% of wealth maintained by white supremacy despite pretty equal education and employment among races—that cannot happen without crime and theft. 

What kind of America is that where working class citizens are restricted to 10% access to law and order for their protection and restoration? An entire civil war has been fought and settled for equal access to that law and one and fifty seven years later black Minnesotans have just enough to avoid hearing they have none. Of course there's a wealth gap where a population is enslaved. Minnesota is profiting from that poverty in the form of taxes whether recouped from employment or based on body count for government funds, collected for those who will never see those funds in their community or resolve the matters that are ending their lives early. 

You talk about a wealth gap—look at my furnishings taken that's not free. Look at my vehicle destroyed—that's not free. In there current real estate case I've demonstrated more than $18,000.00 wealth reduction. On top of everything you see in this expose more than $30,000.00 was attached to my social security identity with the credit bureaus— in homelessness. My body has been kept ill—forcibly for 21 years because of blocked healthcare not because of medical diagnosis. I cannot work a 9-5 career, how much wealth was stolen there? My children were toddlers when I fell ill as a single mother with no external support except myself. I'm grandmother now—they grew up with no safety; this totally changed the course of their lives and development as far as who they become mentally, emotionally, spiritually, financially and physically—by government force whilst we did ALL THE RIGHT THINGS. I'm not supposed to feel a way when these chronic crimes committed against us which there has been no investigation of or correction of despite them being reported are dismissed disparity and paradoxical occurrence? While people all around me profit whilst doing the wrong thing. Professor Samuel Myers Jr. is correct black Minnesotans are in the worst position in the United States—this is hell.  

LEGAL ABUSE SYNDROME 

Imagine my frustration at being criminally forbidden to leave hell, and if I persist in behaving like an American exercising my rights, everything I have—including my identity, my right to travel, or my ability to live in housing in the United States of America—is taken away, while the powers that be do nothing to protect me as it happens or to restore me afterward.

I have been drugged—leaving me with permanent injuries—robbed, beaten, sexually assaulted, woken up next to dead bodies, and closed my eyes as people were killed mere feet away from me. I’ve talked men into leaving my property, convinced gunmen not to shoot me, evaded sex traffickers, undergone invasive spinal surgery, and healed myself on the streets. I have lost another five years of my life running for my safety instead of prioritizing my health because the government that is supposed to protect me continues to abuse me. 

Which means my descendants have lost another five years with their matriarch—there’s nothing more important in this world than my descendants. I didn’t sacrifice them away as my parents sacrificed me—they have been stripped away from me even whilst we shared a roof because I have not been allowed to be myself, to be physically healthy. All of this since and as a direct result of this Housing Choice Voucher theft. I feel like Dred Scott. #Taken How dare strangers take our lives away whilst we are still living? They don't ever stop unless I stay close to sexual predators like Rick Newmann—people I do not want in my life—or live in slums like those operated by Don Klyberg, which are detrimental to health, all while singing and dancing for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, like a minstrel for their entertainment.

I remain confused and outraged: what right do any of these people have to dictate and curate who I am or what I can become? Who are they to take away my human rights to privacy and autonomy, or my inalienable birthright to self-determine my own life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness according to my God-given talents and purpose?

Respectfully, they have served all these white individuals with disabilities who cannot speak while silencing me for a lifetime, leaving me just as voiceless. But God hears me—amen. He knows my innermost prayers.

For two years, they denied a participant’s federal right to relocate, attempted to terminate them five times in one year with false allegations (unsuccessfully), raised the Housing Payment Standard to 20% above the federally allowed limit for two years, and withheld payment amounts for three months in an effort to force an eviction through non-payment of rent.

These actions were not isolated errors—they were deliberate. Their goal was to conceal the brutal maltreatment taking place in that apartment, which led to lifelong injuries requiring surgical intervention. By ignoring repeated port-out requests, they effectively trapped the victim, attempting to force them into a facility run by the very parties responsible for the injuries. This ensured that the truth would never come to light.

This is arguably the biggest scandals of the 21st century in Minnesota’s federally contracted HUD housing authorities. The party responsible is now on trial for funneling billions from the Home and Community-Based Waiver medical fund, to the detriment of Minnesota citizens. However, they are missing a crucial insider—someone actively on the program, with firsthand experience and records proving misconduct—rather than someone on a waitlist, which allows the state to hide behind claims of bureaucratic delays.

That insider is me, along with the records I’ve kept since 2003 and non-stop written complaints to the DHS offices of Lucinda Jesson and Emily Piper Johnson, as well as many other agencies in the state. They all knew. Bret Farve has nothing on this operation.

If I told the truth about all these things, certainly I told the truth throughout the entire sixteen years that I reported abuse in Minnesota Department of Human Services PMAP and HBCS waiver medical insurance coverage which ruined my life, my decedents lives and bodies, while everyone I encountered slammed doors in my face refusing investigation. They treated me like a liar just because they didn't want to believe that the facts are the facts. Even when it comes to the voucher issue there is no justified reason for HUD to fail to thoroughly investigate, fine, fire and award me damages. I filed complaints immediately and I never stopped. Minnesotans have a saying "water under the bridge" everything that happens to you as a black person you're supposed to pretend as if it never happened and do nothing "water under the bridge" aka that doesn't matter. I don't care. No. Not this time. More like lighthouse on the shore; I care and I am enough. It does matter to me and everyone who has been or will be me. It ought to matter to those tasked with enforcement of the Fair Housing Act, Human and Civil Rights and DHS Policy. It ought to matter to tax payers paying for social resolutions that are no solution to criminal justice acts. Why is justice not a guarantee in a democracy given permission to govern and to tax for one foundational promise: justice for all?

The document was nothing more than a fabricated memo alleging that my file had been sent to the requested out-of-state housing authority. Crucially, it lacked all the standard documents required for such a transfer: no moving packet, no mandatory Request for Tenancy Approval, no signed voucher, and no appointment for signing the mandatory voucher. These omissions made it impossible to secure new housing, ensuring I remained trapped in their abusive system.

No one took responsibility because they understood the level of Federal Fraud happening here. I had someone assigned to my Housing Choice Voucher, Jeanne M. Johnson. Housing paperwork is faxed; therefore, adequate time would have been the same day. This is how blatantly racist and criminal they like to be because, in fact, they intentionally withheld the documents the Housing Authority would need to begin to process the port, but they have begun the federal time clock for me to move into a home.

We know that they have not sent the documents the same day as the letter because the letter wasn't sent as it's dated. Anything to overwork you with tasks for the benefit of their agendas and entertainment while leveraging your safety. If you fail, you could die, or your life could be damaged forever; intentionally distressing you until you're too sick to take care of your body and mentally worn out to advocate for yourself and complete your tasks.

This is militant; the powers that be have been doing the exact same method my entire adult life. They're so pleased with themselves because of this "too big to fail" ideology. It’s not that surprising that Rick Newmann has the same issue; this person, this spiritual disposition, is always somewhere within everything they put together—again, I shouldn’t be involved in anything they put together.

There’s not a legally justifiable reason for me to be involved in anything they put together, and I wouldn’t be in the absence of crimes. Everything I experience is the result of a culmination of crimes while struggling with physical health on top of the late start due to foster care with these same people that I was sent into at age six and leaned out of a moving car, "pregnant," on the highway in order to liberate me and my unborn child from. My righthand to God, I had to make clear that I will send my child and I to heaven before they do to my seed what they have done to me and nothing—not heaven, earth or hell will ever cause me to take part in doing to any child what they had done to me. An offer that couldn’t be refused so you see my becoming physically ill, five normal years after escape must have just seemed the perfect opportunity to begin again.

I don’t know what is wrong with these people DHS accept that it seems they made a plan for me as a small child of who I would become as an adult without my consent and seem incapable thus far of relinquishing the confusion of a right control. Its not for anyone but God and I to decide. I don’t preach at people or tell them things like I am doing in this expose because it’s not important for them to know but I know and God knows—by law I’m free to have that position. So, now its simply time to call law out as to why my freedom is being obstructed.

In 2003 when I became symptomatic of Chiari Malformation it should have been an accurate and complete medical insurance application within 30days and then were done. Go away. I have insurance. I continue to work. I continue to complete education. I leave hell and live a normal financially independent life with my husband and my children in privacy. Yet, here we are—everything but an application since 2003 and never a day apart.

I am a victim of federal fraud perpetrated by a criminal Housing Authority protecting a corrupt state, which rendered me illegally homeless on February 28, 2019. Despite reporting this multiple times within the Fair Housing Act complaint window, my pleas were ignored, resulting in 1,775 days of homelessness.

During this time, I was beaten, robbed, sexually assaulted, and burdened with over $30,000 in debt. I was forced to forfeit everything I owned: thousands of dollars in property, irreplaceable items, a valuable coin collection that could have purchased a home post-pandemic, family photos, and mementos. It was as if my entire life with my children had been wiped out, like the victim of a fire with no insurance.

I endured spinal surgery and had to heal on the streets. I fled from sex traffickers and left my first medical care provider since becoming ill in 2003 because homelessness made me an accessible target for predators.

This federal fraud has enabled property managers to harass me for rejecting sexual advances and ignoring inappropriate, romantic texts. Before this housing authority crime, the Minnesota Department of Human Services (DHS) placed me and my children in appalling conditions. For 16 years, these entities have subjected me to provable, systematic criminal victimization, with too many injuries and traumas to recount here without losing focus.

I was 21 when this nightmare began—a life trapped in constant environmental danger and poverty. These injustices were not justified by my actions or struggles. I am now 43, and the crimes continue. I have consistently reported these violations, including to HUD and the Fair Housing Administration, in a timely manner.

Exposing Federal Fraud

I present documented evidence of federal fraud involving the outgoing Housing Authority, Dakota County Community Development Agency (CDA), and the incoming Housing Authority, Southern Nevada Regional Housing Authority (SNRHA). Former CDA director Travis Finlayson directly contacted SNRHA, which cooperated with these criminal activities. My formal complaints were submitted within weeks of the crime.

This exposé isn’t solely about this event, but it places me at the center of a broader story. If justice is not served in my case, the world will know who was responsible. They will understand the extent of the debt, loss, and trauma inflicted upon me and others.

The Broader Implications

This exposé unveils the “Minnesota Paradox” and the “Racial Wealth Gap,” highlighting how these systemic injustices sustain financial and generational devastation in the United States. This isn’t just my story—it’s a shared reality for countless Soulaani people, who are systematically attacked, robbed, and tortured by government entities.

These abuses go far beyond police brutality, which often captures public attention. They represent the hidden atrocities that precede life in highly policed environments. Once broken, victims are relegated to welfare systems funded by taxpayers, forced to recount their devastation to low-income programs for minimal assistance. These narratives highlight the effects of poverty but obscure its root causes: white and systemic crimes.

Soulaani people are paraded as the face of U.S. poverty, reinforcing the false narrative that poverty is their natural condition. The truth is, we are not inherently poor—we are robbed. We are held up as symbols of disparity to secure funding for programs from which we seldom benefit. Meanwhile, white poverty is ignored, ensuring that Black people cannot surpass even the lowest white social class.

Summary: The "poverty industry" has become one of the most profitable sectors in the U.S., thriving on systemic exploitation. My story is a firsthand account of how these injustices destroy lives while sustaining racial and economic oppression.

Justice must be served. If it isn’t, my voice will continue to expose the truth. The world deserves to know the full extent of the crimes perpetrated against Soulaani people and how systemic abuse perpetuates generational poverty and loss. Let my story serve as a call to action to confront and dismantle these deeply ingrained injustices.

Punishment for the Innocent

I am living this life as punishment—not for any crime I committed, but for surviving the crippling maltreatment, abuse, and neglect that I endured within the HBCB Waiver medical insurance program. I wasn’t merely on the waiting list—I was an active participant. My "punishment" is for waking up one day ill and needing help in the first place. This has been made clear by the individuals and entities who, through negligence or malice, systematically dismantled my life and continue to suppress the truth of their actions. Among these individuals is Jeanne M. Johnson at the federally contracted Housing Authority. The record shows her knowledge, participation, and failure to protect.

Reward for the Guilty

While I continue to suffer, the very federal Housing Authority that broke the law and violated my rights is being rewarded with millions of dollars in funding. This is how we treat the sick, the vulnerable, and the law-abiding in this country? What about the years of service I gave to my fellow Americans without discrimination before I fell ill? What about the contributions I made? When will justice include me?

A mistake was made, and instead of correcting it, they chose to erase the evidence—erase me and my life. But I remain, a living testament to their crimes. I demand to be made whole so that I can finally break free from a cycle I was never meant to be caught in—a cycle that seeks to render me eternal property of the state.

The Call for Justice

Crimes were committed. I reported them. The government remained silent. It is time to hold the perpetrators accountable. Justice must come, and it must come now.

I did nothing wrong—neither in 2003 nor in the years leading up to December 4, 2023. And I am not in the wrong in my current circumstances. Correcting the past crimes and the injustices that followed is the only way to protect me from future victimization.

I don’t want welfare. I don’t want pity. I want justice. Justice would mean restoring my life so I may live healthily and privately, enjoying a life of my own design in the time I have left.

This is my plea: Look at the evidence. Examine the facts. The truth is undeniable. Do not let the perpetrators escape accountability. Do not let time erase what has been done to me. Correct the record. Correct the crimes. Correct the injustices.

This is not just about me; this is about a system that has failed countless others like me. Let justice show up—not just for me, but for every individual whose rights have been trampled and whose voice has been silenced. Justice—please. End this.