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The Successful Ploy To Sue Saint Laurent That Required My Disabling
My family business wanted to sue Kering SA, parent company of Saint Laurent
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The below is not something that should have been sent to me in writing. What was said to me on the phone at that time, however, was considerably worse. What happened when I refused was foul, and after years of obstruction, there’s been a federal investigation:
I found this email through a deep dive in November 2020, and had forgotten it existed. It could have saved me from two previous years of healthcare-executed obstruction, retaliation, and defrauding if I had found it in 2018.
Amazingly, in one of the most deranged things I ever had written to me, this email says I’m disabled and can’t work, but must find menial work, but can’t work in the family business anymore. When I received this message, I was doing interview rounds for coding/design jobs, writing a book on bespoke pattern design, and supposed to be headed to Santa Monica College, which they rugpulled me on, intentionally, with this.
This was the initial element of an actual coercion scheme that went on for months afterward. I immediately started driving for Uber (right before the infamous “Congrats! We’re cutting your pay!” email Uber sent). To say their effort to harm and complicate ended up achieving my parents’ goals would be accurate.
After being made homeless after initially refusing the federal disability demand, going through the motions of trying to get the much less invasive CA disability instead to shut them up, and then eventually heading back to NYC after that, I was then forced to work in the family business so my mother could obtain the federal disability for me through the business.
My parents then won the lawsuit against Kering SA, obtaining $3.3 million, while I slept on their pullout couch, intentionally ruined in health and employment, so they could get that money. I had to coach them not to be overly hostile with the CEO of Kering for the final negotiation, and waited at home while they went on the errand. They left angry and returned happy, as the CEO had capitulated to their demands. My parents said she was shockingly polite, and I said, “Why would she not be?”
Believe it or not, their crimes got worse, and when they tried unsuccessfully to commandeer my IRS status as a dependent in 2018 (living elsewhere by then) in order to sell the business from out under me, Next York was born, and it took four years to get to this stage of The Next York Times.
This whole incident was the next stage in a business scheme that revolved around misrepresenting and attempting to carry forward their previous discrediting of my public internet speech—on Facebook in the naïve era—that revolved around this several-month long prescription, in 2010:
My parents and their enablers thought if they could force me to be classed as disabled federally, they would be able to rip me off and destroy my employment, obscure my actual equity in the business in order to sell the business later, and harm my ability to earn enough in the future to complicate challenging them permanently. With a supporting network dripping with privilege, these kind of schemes may end up being received as acceptable, or even rightful.
Healthcare had been corrupted as a socioeconomic weapon, and after a few years of my own efforts, it was made clear I would never be classified as healthy. Anything could be done to me, and if I spoke, retaliation and concealment of various kinds had been systematized. There are complicit physicians in my family and a corrupted non-family doctor who helped orchestrate. My father passed the NY State Bar in the 70s, became a Freemason at the same time he executed this scheme, and his new “partner” in 2018 was a corporate lawyer turned clothier who I had picked on as a new jack in 2010 on a forum for sartorial wannabes in a desperate ploy to publicize what was happening to me.
They were correct about this being a powerful control scheme. I barely made it through all this, and it was the longest of the long shots. Now it’s time to help others facing related kinds of corruption. My network generally thought they were just well-meaning typical white people, but they were actually sometimes in support of a clear, provable, and repugnant corruption scheme.
This brings up a question that has had to be danced around in my network for the past year: Am I snitch?
Who cares. Once the retaliation had become managed, it would be clear who sold out who first. This isn’t a soap opera, which many people in my family love, but I don’t. If nothing else, this email sure captures who demanded the feds.
In the end, I was a bad target.▪️