Personal Update 3/10/2023: Edited Letter to White House
Subject: Miller, Jennifer S. (Jenny Miller): Kidnap Victim, Missing Person, Human Trafficking Victim, Human Rights Victim
From: Jenny Miller, kpfj.pfd1@gmail.com
To: contact@whitehouse.gov
Date: March 10, 2023, 7:32 PM
RE: U.S. Army civilian file no. B-4268
Dear Pres. Biden and Vice Pres. Harris,
Please, forward a copy to Gen. Mark A. Milley, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, 9999 Joint Staff Pentagon, Washington, D.C. 20318-9999.
I'm being human trafficked. My name is Jenny Miller. I was, first, reported missing, to police, by my parents, in 1984, on Level B of Palm Beach County, Florida. They thought that I was still in my house, but couldn't see them. The physical structure of the house, had changed, numerically. I've been reported to be a victim of human rights violations, by the U.S. military, Canadian Armed Forces, and Pratt & Whitney, to the United Nations.
I'm a born U.S. citizen. I'm an Army civilian since pregnancy. I never enlisted. Currently, I'm still being held hostage by people, not visible to me, that are on nuclear, military systems, and their robots.
I was invited, by relay, to Canada, by a Canadian Royal Army team, on assignment in Washington, D.C., in 2022, to be reunited with my parents. My parents and I came here, in September 2022. They are not visible to me. They were both with me, at the Canada Border Services Agency, near Niagara. -
I was driven, by cab, to the Red Cross Refugee Welcome Center, then driven, by cab, to a woman's emergency shelter that refused to admit me. About a week later, I was driven, by cab, to an open floor, shelter house. The arrangements had been made, in advance, by threats against me.
I was denied aid, by the social services agency, Ontario Works. I was denied aid, by the IRCC, Refugee Protection Division, in person, repeatedly. The case workers, at the housing shelters, have cooperated with my kidnappers and human traffickers, to become threats against me. I've been, formally, deemed mentally impaired, by the Refugee Protection Division.
My communication methods are controlled by threats. I haven't received mail, nor email messages, that were sent to me. I don't have a phone. The land line phones that I've used had the lines become confused. I haven't been given any phone messages.
Nobody has contacted me with help. I tried to return to the U.S.A., by cab, with the U.S. Army assigned to protect me with me, not visible to me. My U.S. bank card was declined, wrongly.
Toronto Police denied, in person, that I'm a reported kidnap victim and missing person. They issued Offence Number 7839590Z to me, for violating the Trespass to Property Act. The police officers drove me back to an unsafe shelter, with no open beds, and dropped me off, outside, on the sidewalk.
Nobody, in Canada, has acknowledged that there threats against me, around me, or near me, out loud. I think that I've been under threat advisement, according to the U.S. Army, since birth. The people, perhaps all robots, that are visible to me, in Canada, are not nice, to me. I don't know how to find anyone who will help me.
My appearance, in the mirror and on my cell phone camera, is not recognizable. It changes, often. The size of my body and clothes, changes, significantly, often. Moles and scars are visible, to me, on my skin, then disappear.
I'm experiencing constant sexual abuse, physical pain, irradiation, and torture. I'm experiencing forced isolation and being tormented, by people, not visible to me.
I'm currently residing at - . The phone number is - . I'm told, by relay, that they don't transfer calls to the rooms. I expect to be moved, again.
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I had really hoped to find the people who love me, are not threats against me, at all, and, I believe, are trying to contact me. There's always an excuse, not to help me.
I had planned to be found, by the U.S. Army sent here to retrieve me, my mother, my father, and my father's family, and return, home, to the U.S.A., with their chaperone. -
Please contact me with any questions.
Sincerly Yours,
Jennifer S. Miller
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