💔 From Indiana to West Virginia: How My Family Was Scripted Into a Systemic Trap


We moved to West Virginia believing we were leaving behind threats—seeking safety, stability, and a chance to heal. But our transition wasn’t a random relocation. It felt orchestrated from the start. Back in Indiana, my family was threatened with CPS involvement. It was intimidation disguised as concern, a signal that someone was watching. After crossing state lines, these veiled threats solidified into action—timed, coordinated, and disturbingly familiar.

Right before our children were taken, a man known to us as TMAN appeared in our lives. At the time, he was romantically involved with Nadya Whitehurst, who happens to be Rodney’s cousin—the same cousin who encouraged our move to West Virginia. It wasn’t until later, in early 2020, that we learned TMAN had been jailed—and upon release, was no longer with Nadya. Instead, he was now in a relationship with the housing coordinator at Sojourners Shelter, the person responsible for placing us at Hillcrest YWCA. That placement led us directly into the hands of a children’s coordinator who “called in a favor” to two male police officers. And that favor coincided exactly with the moment our children were removed. It felt scripted—because it likely was.

What made it more unsettling was another overlap: the Hillcrest housing manager’s name was Beverly Bowers, the same name as someone previously presented to us as an alternate caregiver. That name match wasn’t just eerie—it raised urgent questions about coordination, identity, and intent. In light of these connections, the people who surrounded us weren’t just shelter staff or coordinators. They were a network of operatives, placed close enough to act, distant enough to deflect suspicion.

Through reflection and research, this pattern aligns with what whistleblower testimony in gangstalking literature calls “Mincing”—a covert maneuver where resistant individuals (known as Enemy Contracts) are baited into traps through housing, relationships, and legal institutions. These operations often start with “playwrights” (those who design the setup) and “thespians” (those who carry it out). Whether TMAN, Nadya, the housing coordinator, or the children’s coordinator fit those roles exactly, the outcome mirrors the model: a family relocated through trusted ties, placed in a controlled housing setting, and intercepted at a moment of heightened vulnerability.

If these events were random, they wouldn’t align so perfectly. If this wasn’t coordinated, why would the same names, connections, and placements converge at the moment of greatest disruption?

We were never given transparency. We weren’t offered support. Instead, we were maneuvered into silence—through service providers, police favors, and overlapping identities designed to mask institutional misconduct as welfare. The terminology from gangstalking exposés may sound dystopian, but the outcomes are real: placement manipulation, favor exchanges, and scripted removals conducted by people who should have protected, not punished.

This isn’t just my story—it’s a warning. When housing coordinators share names with caregivers, when romantic ties and family recommendations lead to institutional betrayal, when service workers act in perfect sync to execute removals… we are not imagining the choreography. We’re experiencing the consequences of hidden coordination, abuse of social trust, and systemic silencing.

I will continue to document. I will continue to speak. Not for attention—but for accountability. Not for closure—but for truth. Our children were not props. We were not participants in someone else’s theatre. And I refuse to let this script define our future.

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