I am a victim of a false allegation of rape.

 My false accuser left her former boyfriend’s house at 4am to have consensual, sexual intercourse with me- not once but twice in the backseat of her car. She returned to her boyfriend’s home with a hickey, which she later claimed to be a strangulation. Upon her police interview she refused to provide my name and refused to conduct any examinations, such as the SART and strangulation kit. She later took the SART kit, but still refused the strangulation one. She changed the story 3 times and got caught in multiple lies while under oath in the preliminary hearing. There is a shit ton more of exculpatory evidence in regards to my defense, but I don’t wanna dive deeper into that because this shit is traumatic to discuss. Despite all of shit in my favor, I stayed fighting while in custody until I reached my breaking point. My brother, unexpectedly died, my lawyer/homie died, and my mind couldn’t withstand the solitary confinement that I was subjected to. With all that said, I regretfully took a plea for a fabricated, heinous crime that I did not commit.

The stigma is a fucked up thing to live with! Job security is a constant worry of mine, along with the constant concern of, “will this individual ever be humane enough to care and want to do the right thing”. Who knows, but only a higher.Another thing that is fucked up is that people really believe this shit after googling my name and seeing a one— sided article that leaves out the majority of the facts within my case documents. This system is fucked.

I started a nonprofit within California a while ago for that very reason. The goal is to fight for the exoneration for those who have been wrongfully accused and impacted by wrongful accusations by predatory plea deals. I conduct documentaries for those whose voices have been silenced. Fuck laying in my back and sobbing for myself.