My first interaction with the Department of Justice was not just intimidating—it was surreal. The power dynamic was instantly felt the moment two agents walked into my home. It wasn’t just about the questions they asked. It was the subtle dominance, the unspoken message that they had already formed a narrative and I was merely filling in gaps.
Three hours of discussion. No lawyer. Just me and the government. I cooperated fully, not because I was guilty, but because I had nothing to hide. And yet, I sensed they were not just investigating—they were hunting. Even without physical aggression, their posture, phrasing, and the casual, calculated conversation told me that this was no fair dialogue. It was a psychological strategy.
I didn’t know they may not have recorded the interview. I didn’t know what a reverse proffer meant. I didn’t even know my rights in full. But I knew one thing clearly: I was now in their world. A world not of innocence, but of allegations, where every word is a potential weapon.
This entry marks the start of my journey to understand the system I’m now navigating. I’ll write honestly, reflect deeply, and share my truth with anyone facing similar trials. Because transparency is my armor.
