I am not asking for charity.
I am not asking for pity.

I am demanding restitution.

Because I already built it.
And the patriarchy stole it.
America stole it.
This broken, rotten, corrupt system stole it.

BUT IT’S MINE.

Give it back.

Car.

A car is not luxury—it is survival. It is safety on wheels. It is the ability to leave when danger comes. It is insulin when I need it, not when someone decides I’ve begged enough.

I had that freedom. I had mobility. And then it was stolen. By America. By Ben. By male predators. By patriarchy. By a system designed to strip women of safety and property and then laugh at the wreckage.

Now I sit in a tent, watching strangers circle, praying nothing happens in the night. No car. No escape. No safety. This is not an accident—it is the design. This is the punishment for women who call for an end to the atrocity of the patriarchy.

House.

A house is not indulgence—it is sanity. It is the roof, the lock, the front door that says: I am safe here.

I built a house. I poured money, time, soul into it. Most beautiful house I had ever seen, and built to accrue social capital, throw parties for large groups in minutes. And then it was stolen. Ben took it. The patriarchy rubber-stamped it. America backed him and continues to. INSANE.

And now?

My new friend on the block is literally sitting on woodchips outside my tent chatting with me, I keep wanting to offer her some tea like I usually would—then I remember. Me trying to write my way back into a life that was already mine, that should never have been stolen. A house reduced to dirt, ants and woodchips, all of it criminal, all of it protected by American “law enforcement”. This is insane.

Companies.

I did not just build a house—I built companies. Two of them.

New Reality Arts. A revolutionary AR/VR platform. Weeks from launch. Investors already lined up. A system that could have reshaped immersive tech and finance.

Offgridize. A company to give families independence—water, energy, sewage—so homes could stand safe when the grid failed.

Millions of dollars. Years of sweat. Billions in intellectual property. All mine. All stolen. Sabotaged. Destroyed.

Not because I failed. Because the patriarchy could not stand a woman holding power, building future empires. And so they took them. America rewarded them for it, because it benefits men and my competitors.

And More.

Because I did not build all of this just to survive—I built it to thrive.

• A wardrobe from Halara.
• Hoka shoes that don’t shred my feet.
• Jewelry that gleams because I gleam.
• A Tokala oven and gourmet food I choose.
• Yoga and Pilates again.
• Community again. New friends and old.
• A living room where friends gather on couches, not on dirt and woodchips. Where we head to the hot tub with glasses of wine.

This is what I built. This is what was stolen.

Now.

Car. House. Companies. Clothes. Food. Community. All of it.

Not someday. Not when the broken system decides I’ve “earned” it again. Not when the patriarchy is done gorging itself on the lives of women.

Now.

Because I already built it.
Because they stole it.
Because America covered for them.
Because this broken system let it happen.
Because I want it back.

Because YOU CAN’T HAVE IT.

It’s MINE.

Car. House. Companies. Now.

✊ The Mantra of Survival

Every day I wake up in America, I have to say words no woman should ever have to say:

“I won’t die today.”

Why?

• Because I live in a tent, and any predator could get at me.
  
  
• Because I am the enemy of the most horrific enemy humanity has ever known — the patriarchy.
  
  
• Because they know I’m a threat, and they want me gone.
  
  
• Because hospitals refuse stabilization.
  
  
• Because courts and police protect abusers.
  
  
• Because $20 million stolen from me is shielded by law.
  
  
• Because women and children are being slaughtered and tortured in silence while the government, authorities, and the press looks away.
  
  

“I won’t die today” should not need to be spoken in this country.
And yet — here I am, forced to say it.

So hear me clearly:
👉 Every day I say it and live it is proof I am still here, still fighting, still leading.

Repeat it with me.
“I won’t die today.”

Make it your mantra. Make it our war cry.
Because we aren’t done. And we sure as hell aren’t silent.

Jodi Schiller — once an international leader in AR/VR, days from securing global funding for her platform Metaobjects — was kidnapped, held for two years, tortured.
When she escaped, she was digitally erased.

Ex-husband Ben Douglas (Rimon Law) stole $20M from her. Law enforcement shields him, not her, and protects the stolen assets.

Founder of Connect The DOTS (Death Oppression Theft Silencing), exposing the hidden holocaust men are perpetrating on women and children in America. They’re hiding our bodies and working hard to keep us in the dark.

Now living in a tent in Berkeley — everything stolen, still targeted — she’s writing:
Narrative Possession: This is the Zombie Apocalypse — You Don’t Know Because You Are One.

If they can do this to a female founder, journalist, and mother — they can do it to anyone.
📌 Learn what they don’t want you to:
👉 connect-the-dots.carrd.co
👉 paymemymoneypos.carrd.co
🧵 Follow the truth: @billionairetent
💌 Subscribe + share: Men Try To Kill Me on Substack

Get the word out. Bypass the silencing. Save your life and American lives. MAKE NOISE. #WeFightBack
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💬 Don’t just read and scroll. That’s how they keep us quiet.

Break the silence. Leave me a comment — even a word, even an emoji.

Let me know you hear me.