I ponder sometimes, why it was so very difficult for people to believe and accept I had lived the life I did as a child and young adult and that I was capable of being all that I became as an adult woman. When all the facts and evidence completely says that I am and I do. And that never once in all the false allegations, reports, investigations, condemnations, gossip chains and accusations has it ever been found than I am anything other than what I say I am and that I have accomplished any thing other than what I modestly state I accomplished.

That each and every day of my life I fulfill the duties of my professional occupation, the care duties of my home and to be a caregiver for those in need around me.

Just wondering, why it was so hard for competent people to behold my truth.  To not only accept my lived reality, but then to feel internally compelled to hunt my life ferociously for any insignificant grains of proof and highlight them to in some say way try indicate that I am a fake.  It doesn’t not speak well of your character to do so when the facts of my life are so clear and identifiable to the public.

Lori Ellis-McKinney  (2017)