This Is Where I Speak
For over four years, I lived inside a version of the world that most people will never understand.
One false allegation — no evidence, no fair hearing — and I was erased.
My freedom? Gone.
My business? Destroyed.
My son? Taken.
My name? Rewritten by people who never knew me.
They called it justice.
But what I lived through had nothing to do with truth.
I was arrested on a lie.
Imprisoned because it was easier to convict than to question.
Pushed from council to council. Denied housing.
Labelled, ignored, and discarded by the very institutions meant to protect the innocent.
Even after prison, they didn’t stop.
They tried to deport me.
Probation twisted my words.
Social services closed the file on my child like he never existed.
And every time I tried to speak?
They turned it against me.
But this space — this blog — is not theirs.
This is mine.
This is where I tell the story they tried to bury.
Where I reclaim the timeline. The evidence. The truth.
Where I speak not just for myself — but for every man silenced by accusation and abandoned by process.
I’m not here for pity. I’m here for clarity.
I will name names.
I will show documents.
I will speak what they don’t want heard.
And if you’re reading this — maybe you’re fighting your own version of this injustice.
You’re not alone.
This is just the beginning.
📢 Coming next:
My full timeline: from accusation to prison to survival
How probation and councils colluded to keep me homeless
What “support” actually looks like when you’re the accused man
Stay with me.
This is where I speak.
And they can’t silence me here.
