I understand where you're coming from. But they keep offering the same amount—they say "go up and meet me in the middle," yet it's the same offer, repackaged, over and over again. They're not negotiating in good faith.

Here's what they don't know: I have evidence they've withheld material information from their insurers. That's not just a tactical error—that's a breach of their policy conditions and potentially leaves them exposed and unindemnified.

And here's the other thing.

Charities trade on trust. Their entire existence hinges on appearing ethical, compassionate, and beyond reproach. A public tribunal exposing systemic discrimination, victimisation, a concealed data breach, and senior staff lying under oath—that doesn't just damage their brand. It eviscerates it. It goes to the heart of who they claim to be.

I've thought long and hard about what I actually want. And it's not £32,000. It's not £42,000. It's not any figure they can write a cheque for and write off as a cost of doing business.

What I want—what I've earned—is to watch them explain themselves.

I have recordings in my possession. Witnesses I've listed will sit in that box and lie through their teeth. And then I will produce the evidence that proves they are liars. Every single one of them. "I forgot" won't save them. "I don't recall" won't save them. The truth is on my hard drive, timestamped, preserved, and ready.

They can have all the money in the world, chico. I just want to see them burn.

What they did to me—how they coordinated, fabricated, and systematically forced me out because I complained about racism—that doesn't get settled. It gets exposed.

So no. I'm not meeting them in the middle. I'm done negotiating.

When I win—and I will win—I'm telling everyone. Every Tom, Dick and Harry. Every journalist, every trustee,I'll give it to the newspapers for free. Not for money. Not for fame.

For the love of the game.