December 13, 2025 Reply to Governor Pillen
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My name is Darcy Mohamed.
I’m a slave in Fremont, Nebraska.
I began a website drsy.org to tell my story and continue my fight for freedom and justice. I have used various other means but want to begin here with a December 13, 2025 email sent to many. It is my response to an email I received on December 12th from Nebraska Governor, Jim Pillen.
I believe that it helps give you a current overview of my situation.
My response to Governor Pillen’s gaslighting about our Trafficking
Since Governor Pillen decided to reply in the most ignorant and dishonest way, I figured that I would send my response to the original recipients, including the bcc recipients and even more.
I will continue to post the criminal behavior of those in positions of power responsible for my situation on Patreon.com/SlaveHouse, social media and various other ways from Stone Age tech to the modern era until this regime decides that my death is warranted and the deed is done.
That’ll be January 2nd when the local authorities get to place me in the street with absolutely nothing. They aren’t exactly happy about it considering they know exactly what happened to me and that nobody will ever do anything.
I was even in Dodge County Courthouse on December 1st before a judge, witnesses, lawyers and law enforcement officers stating the exact reasons for my eviction due to being trafficked and every law enforcement agency refusing to investigate for years. The judge has to follow the law, even if the government doesn’t.
Since Nebraska has been abusing its citizens for decades, there are few lawyers who practice here nor professionals in general. There was absolutely no one who would assist me before the recent election and regime change. It’s impossible now. I was well aware that Nebraska would kill me long before the election.
I am simply exposing the absolute corruption, hypocrisy and lies that have been exposed and lay at my feet in plain sight. Every single opportunity to stop our traffricking or my abuse by the government has been purposefully wasted because the corruption must stand for the guilty to continue abusing and robbing Nebraskans blind.
Isn’t that right Governor Pillen? You even moved my mayor, Joey Spellerberg to the Treasury so that he could assist you in the theft of state funds for you and your chosen few. He has been a willing and able pawn. He wouldn’t even respond to my emails regarding our trafficking in his city. Perfect choice. That kind of loyalty and dedication is rare. To allow and watch his constituents to be tortured and murdered is some massive dedication. Congratulations!
There’s plenty of blame to go around though in this disgusting perversion of our Constitution and our American belief of forming a more perfect union with each passing generation. The lies, theft and treason are just so blatant that it can’t and won’t stand for long.
I wish that the guilty had heeded my numerous warnings over years but they were guilty long before I even stepped foot on Nebraskan soil in 2021. They must continue to cover it all up to remain free and in power though. They will never stop until they are stopped by the people.
It’s Psych 101 in plain sight, guys. You might think that we’re blind but you’ve sunk so far into the mud that the amoeba next to you can even see the truth. Since I am well aware of how ignorant you are and how much bullshit comes flying out of your mouths to cover it up, I will translate for you.
The ENTIRE world knows exactly what you’re doing and sees absolutely everything. You aren’t getting away with it. You’re just digging yourself a deeper grave by doubling, tripling and quadrupling down on your crimes. It’s incredibly pathetic and sad to watch.
It reminds me of the fall of Saddam Hussein. I watched with my Arab community including Iraqis who assisted Allied Forces. It was such a joy and relief that his reign of terror was over for sure. We also reminded each other and ourselves of our religious beliefs. We stood before a human being who fell so far that his fate of the hellfire was assured. We know that none are immune. We could be headed that way too. In Christianity it’s, there but for the grace of God go I. I was baptized Lutheran and had Catholic relatives. I’m also not ignorant. Not hard.
As far as this pathetic, confused, ignorant reply from Governor Pillen, I find it extremely sad that I must talk to the Governor of Nebraska as I did the young children of my immigrant friends as they navigated American schools but I will attempt to teach anyone. My name means ‘my lesson’ in Arabic after all. It’s fate.
The continuous error throughout his reply is the belief that we were sex trafficked or sexually assaulted. My mother had advanced Alzheimer’s and I was bedridden.
I have the very severe form of ME/CFS, nicknamed the Living Death. The same disease that many Long Covid victims suffer from. I couldn’t even stand for 1 minute unassisted before collapsing to the floor, screaming a primordial scream of pain. I would then have my sinuses drain into my nose and throat, choking off the ability to breathe as I vomit, urinate and defecate uncontrollably until there’s absolutely nothing left to leave my weakened, dehydrated body.
I only qualified for 18 Medicaid approved caregiver hours per week through DHHS because I resided with my mother. They’d increase it once my mom passed. Within a month or two of my approval I hired a caregiver through an agency.
I couldn’t find any state paid caregivers because the pay for them isn’t enough to survive so only relatives, abusers or traffickers are willing. They understand that nobody will ever hold them accountable because DHHS simply doesn’t have the budget. Thank the Nebraskan government, folks!
I hired our trafficker privately and gave her name to DHHS to have her be an approved caregiver for the state. She was, obviously never going to allow that kind of oversight. She lied and gaslit me until I forgot. DHHS certainly wasn’t going to follow up or through in any way at all.
My mom and I have never been prostitutes. We have been battered, psychologically terrorized, systemically abused and most assuredly been sexually assaulted repeatedly throughout our lives. It is because of this history that we don’t even hesitate to put our own bodies between an abuser and their victim(s), regardless of who they are. My mom put her body between her own husband and me as well as others.
I, personally have stood between my biological father who was a violent DID sufferer and children, women and men. I even tried desperately to get him imprisoned and stopped.
When Fremont PD officers were going into the house with our traffickers for me to pack whatever I could carry on June 6, 2024, I kept telling the officers to be careful and keep their wits about them. I even found myself walking before the officers in bulletproof vests to protect them. I had horrible generalized amnesia and remembered little but instinctual behavior still comes through.
I went to MSU 30 years ago for 9 full course load plus semesters in pre-med, pre-law and business before tragedy struck. I protect life and try to preserve it. Always have. I also abide by the law that I once vowed to uphold as a future medical examiner along with the truth.
I was raised by my mom’s husband who I call daddy. He was wounded during the Vietnam War. We bonded from 6 years old on over that war. Daddy and the VFW boys understood that I could never serve in the military but appreciated my enthusiasm. I was sick even then. They gave me confidence by teaching me how to defend myself in any situation.
They told me stories about WACs and Charlies who were young children but did things that they never thought possible before the war. Absolutely nobody can get away with physical or sexual abuse long without killing me in the process.
Trafficking is simply illegal slavery. It isn’t necessarily sexual but sex is incredibly profitable. Our trafficking is called ‘Benefits Trafficking.’ There’s always far more than just one particular crime though. Prostitution; drug dealing / trafficking; unpaid labor; grooming more slaves; other criminal behavior ; selling humans; and anything else that suits them.
The initial goal was to steal absolutely everything from us while using our government benefits for themselves as long as possible and profitable. I managed to treat the disease that disabled me with CBD gummies since medical grade, regulated products were illegal and still remain unavailable in Nebraska.
The results were miraculous. My doctor, physical therapists, occupational therapists and more saw the transformation. Unfortunately the traffickers couldn’t allow others to notice me. They further isolated us as I tried to improve and get physically stronger. The torture wasn’t helpful in this regard. They would torture me worse whenever I got too capable, started remembering who I was or got noticed.
I was noticed quickly and frequently. The reports to DHHS were numerous. Our trafficking began on September 13, 2022. DHHS finally responded to a report from an FNBO bank manager (Bless her) after I was coerced into withdrawing a large amount of money from my mom’s account in June 2023.
I was truthful about what I knew, remembered or thought. I worked in various accounting firms working with small businesses. I still understood how banking works more than the average person. I responded appropriately as a trafficker anxiously and angrily observed. The situation was incredibly obvious to anyone who witnessed it. The government didn’t think so though.
A female Fremont PD officer was sent to our house at 1729 Victoria Lane. She arrived determined and demanded that our trafficker show us to her immediately. Once she saw and spoke to my confused mom with kindness and respect, she focused on me. She took out bank and credit card statements from her bulletproof vest. I was questioned about purchases and gave some very strange answers for a seemingly educated woman.
I was recently horrifically bedbound but now just housebound and perfectly fine though. I guessed that a charge was gym equipment for home physical therapy. I was told by the trafficker that it was actually for a joint gym membership for me and another trafficker / caregiver to take me, even though I just admitted that I couldn’t regularly leave the house to the bank manager and now an officer. DHHS was called in to investigate and help us.
The traffickers understood the system. They prepared me for APS to arrive with what information the officer had given us through her questions. The DHHS investigator had absolutely nothing with her and didn’t even care to know or see anything. Her goal was simply to say and convince me that everything was fine.
I was NOT a vulnerable adult. I was just fine. I was competent. I was the only one responsible for myself and my mom. I had to figure things out for myself. It isn’t the job of DHHS to do what was my responsibility.
It was vile to have a DHHS employee use the same exact tactics as the traffickers to convince me that everything was fine and my fault. If I wasn’t doing well as a vulnerable adult who was obviously being abused, bare minimum, it’s my fault. I needed to take responsibility for my own actions.
When I escaped on May 9, 2024 and again on June 6, 2024, she told me and others the same thing in various ways. She weaseled her way out by smiling, making herself small and backing out like the criminal she became through her employment with DHHS. Her actions were sanctioned by her supervisors. Even the DHHS heads in Lincoln and DC have been informed. The rot and corruption is well established.
The traffickers had already done away with family, friends and doctors. They weren’t going to help us. Then the traffickers proved that DHHS wasn’t going to help us nor the police. I had to just keep doing my best in absolute hell.
The traffickers had me sell our fully paid, handicap accessible house and buy one ill suited for our disabilities. I wanted to ask DHHS about the move but the traffickers showed me that they didn’t care about us at all. It was the vile truth.
We were moved in together at 1740 Mayfair in the beginning of August with a massive mortgage because we would sell the other property soon enough. We still had plenty of more liquid assets available. These funds were quickly used by the traffickers as I tried to slow the destruction and devastation.
My mom didn’t understand and neither did I why we weren’t being helped. I took my mom to doctors, hospitals and specialists who were unable to help. They presumably kept reporting us to DHHS who simply ignored all reports. A trafficker told my mom that we were all going to be living together for eternity and to get used to it. She didn’t care what my mom thought or wanted.
I heard my mom from the other room say that she wasn’t going to eat or drink anything else because she’d rather die than live this way. I was then told to deal with my mom because the trafficker obviously couldn’t do anything with her. I was stuck with an impossible situation.
I couldn’t do anything for my mom who had been my everything since I was conceived as a bastard, sickly, pale girl in the ghetto of Detroit in 1974. She was so strong and determined to give me a better life. She gave me everything so that I could have that better life.
She would come into the immigrant communities that I chose to live in with an open heart and mind. She spoke to absolutely everyone with such love and joy that they immediately fell in love with her. It was so beautiful for us Muslims who are still being persecuted. She was a White, Christian American woman. Our usual abusers.
It wasn’t unusual for me though. She was forced to go to a school in the ghetto after her father did wrong. It was during the Civil Rights movement and she was an outsider. Her love of all didn’t matter. She wasn’t welcome and understood why. To have African born son-in-laws and being accepted by people throughout the world was her bliss.
She told all about us. She would parade her hijabi daughter around like the proudest mom in the entire world. She couldn’t bridge the divide as a child and young woman but her daughter sure did, welcoming all into our homes, lives and hearts.
Watching her die while absolutely helpless is beyond devastating. When I was watching my daddy die in 2019, we had our final conversation with the bitter truth told as only we did. He was sorry for the road that lay ahead. The Muslim ban was recent. I was severely disabled and had to help my mom in her final years alone and prepare for my own death shortly after as I was so sick and alone.
He didn’t like leaving me alone but he had no choice. He and some VFW boys reminded me that I was my daddy’s little soldier. I was more than capable, more so than anyone else. The road would be incredibly difficult but I could do it. I finally accepted the guns as tools, not the weapons that killed us in the ghettos and wars that idiots demand for their own egos.
Don’t worry. The guns were given to a different abusive person when we were still on Victoria Lane because my mom threatened to kill herself over not being allowed to drive. I couldn’t find the guns nor ammo in my bedbound condition so Fremont PD was called. I’m sure that they’d never be used for violence, right?
As my mom was dying, a disabled trafficker was given my bed since I had to remain up to hear my mom’s bed alarm and help her. She would keep me awake and have me help her as I cared for my mom. The traffickers who were supposedly caregivers were far too busy but would help their fellow trafficker if I wasn’t doing it well enough.
My mom wasn’t their concern. I was responsible and would be imprisoned if I wasn’t perfect in every way. I’m a nigger who law enforcement, the government and citizens would love to see hang, right? I had to be perfect and do exactly as the White, Christian Nebraskans who were born here wanted or else I’d be killed by the government. Pretty smart and insightful for traffickers considering what is still happening, eh?
My mom died on September 12, 2023. I had to act strong and tougher even harder than ever before while pushing aside my grief. They wanted me to prostitute myself to pay my own way. I was lazy and not contributing to the household. The fact that they didn’t work, spent my money, sold my belongings, etc didn’t matter. I needed to take care of my ‘family’ or else they’d have to get rid of me. They’d just leave me alone with no means of survival. Ironically that’s what the government is doing to me.
They were trying to groom me for the horrific from the beginning. I have already lived through those horrors so I wasn’t cooperative. Prostitutes have been my friends and neighbors. I have no problem with them even if I have never had to do it myself. I have lived with and was married to addicts. It’s a horrible disease that I can’t acquire because of my unique, diseased body.
I believe in legalization and regulation of vice along with de stigmatization as a more effective way of keeping people safe.
When the traffickers spoke about underage prostitution and pedophilia, I was encouraging the pride in surviving those horrors. I have known many victims. It destroys you so deeply.
You want to just hold them and love them until you absorb that pain for them but it’s impossible. Without justice, the truth being revealed and society embracing them as survivors and warriors, it is impossible to heal completely. You are constantly being reminded of that horror and the shame that should never be.
If you or anyone else have experienced this complete and utter betrayal, please know that it was never your fault. You are so brave, strong, loving, kind, understanding and so much more for merely surviving. If anyone ever deserves a crown or to be treated like royalty, it is you.
You are so much better, wiser, pure and beautiful than those sitting in Palaces throughout the world. You deserve the crown. I’m proud of you for surviving, being the light of truth in the darkness and working towards a better future for yourself and the children who should never suffer as you have. I love you, my siblings.
In February 2024, I was forced to sign the deed to the house giving one of our traffickers equal rights. The huge mortgage was solely mine when they stole over $500,000. It was necessary to get me to leave them and die in the streets so that they had everything legally with nobody ever going to even ask them one question about my mom or me.
They had done this to bring in a family who were relatives of theirs. They were a couple and two girls, ages 3 and 7. I had to keep the babies as safe and healthy as possible because my nature couldn’t allow anything else. The traffickers were not even close to being fit parents. They used them to torture and control me.
I’m sorry but I just can’t talk publicly about them so easily. I am still trying desperately to protect them even though nobody else will. Their own family put their names in court records without asking that they NOT be made public.
They would neglect the girls. Not feed them properly. Not teach them anything. Allow them to be abusive. The eldest was homeschooled with her family giving her the answers or doing it for her electronically. She learned absolutely nothing but how to survive alone and be abusive at 7 years old.
Those girls deserve so much more. The memory of them tortures me more than anything else. I would happily die if they were safe. I truly would. I have nothing left but to fight for them.
Their family gave so many credible threats about prostituting them. They strongly hinted that one trafficker was a pedophile who had abused them all as children with their partner never stopping it. They had also talked about ‘adopting’ other vulnerable children and them marrying into the family.
I met some outside family members who understood what was happening as they gathered for a dying relative. They told me that they were so sorry. They had learned that authorities had allowed it to continue through so many reports. There was absolutely nothing they could do.
I wasn’t making money and wouldn’t let any harm come to the girls in my presence. I was a massive liability. They increased their efforts until I was forced out of my house. I was told to give it to them and start over by many who shouldn’t hold that vile position and attitude with children and society in danger from them.
Starting over is impossible though as a disabled woman who can’t get any assistance at all, including shelter. I threatened the traffickers out of the house for shelter and a place to continue fighting for justice and the freedom of the children. I can’t do anything different.
When I phoned my ex-husband of 16 years at the US State Department for any kind of help, he reminded me that we can’t change our skin. I will always be me. Anything other than being my true self is impossible, vile and ugly.
I have littered the area with flyers, put signs up saying what’s happening, spoken to people face to face, sent so many emails and letters, posted on social media and elsewhere, made so many calls and more that have fallen on far too many deaf ears by those in government. The people are more than aware and furious though.
They are afraid of what might happen to them. None have any idea of how to stop the killing of me when it’s government sanctioned. That includes lawyers, doctors, law enforcement officers, government employees and other highly educated professionals who are stuck in a system of total and complete corruption.
The criminals in government are no longer trying to hide nor distract anyone from their crimes. They just hide behind closed, armed doors in their Ivory Towers scheming. They don’t even see the crowds surrounding them with their figurative pitchforks and torches ready to figuratively burn it all to the ground to save our beloved country and Constitution. The criminals will be gone soon enough, their Ivory Towers destroyed. Then the people who have built this nation will build it again.
It will be a loving, understanding, compassionate country for everyone not just the Pillens, Ricketts, Fischers, Floods, Trumps, Clintons, etc. We were promised so much. We gave everything to make life better for all. It’s the likes of these traitors who keep us in chains and enslave even more.
In the words of the people, “Fuck the Colonizers!” May they be stopped and pay for their crimes against humanity. Their fate of the hellfire was guaranteed long ago. They can’t be saved but the people can be, once the traitors are removed.
Power to the People!
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Stay nigga, my niggas.
God bless America and the People!
Darcy Mohamed
Slave House
1740 Mayfair Avenue
Fremont, Nebraska 68025
