This post once served as a password-protected evidence archive for my book, The Exposé: 40 Years, 40 Acres. After careful deliberation with numerous attorneys’ and my therapist, I am pursuing civil claims against abusers, relatives, my husband, and state actors in their individual capacities. This represents only a portion of the evidence, a majority is preserved for court proceedings.

Critical contradictions undermine the perpetrators credibility:
They way these people operate in public vs private is black and white. They choose to behave this way and hide how they abuse me because they are aware it is wrong and rely on the masks to sow doubt if I had ever spoke out, that’s why I documented.
Ask yourself, is what is in the evidence below and are their actions in alignment with how they portray themselves? What evidence do they have to support the disdain for me vs the evidence I have of their undeserving abuse? If I was such a horrible person, why ask for me to baby sit your child, tell me you’re proud of me for breaking the cycle, and admit something is wrong with your family?

My legal journey prioritizes healing and empowerment over retribution. To perpetrators and enablers: one cannot inflict severe harm, observe a victim’s suffering, and then construct narratives that erase dignity. The shame belongs to those who caused harm, not those who survived it. History, both scriptural and contemporary, distinguishes those who prey upon the vulnerable from those who endure.

Despite forty years of isolation and adversity, I chose resilience. I transformed pain into purpose without adopting the toxicity of my environment.

To survivors: you have the right to speak truth without apology, to reclaim your narrative, to document wrongdoing, and to reveal authentic character, both that of perpetrators and your own. This statement constitutes formal public notice. Legal accountability proceeds. Faith sustains those who overcome impossible circumstances.

*Update: December 31, 2025

There is a question I have been asked again and again while trying to escape trafficking, violence, and systemic betrayal:

“Do you have any family?”

It sounds harmless, even compassionate, but anyone who has survived abuse knows exactly what this question really measures:

How protected are you?
Who will come looking for you?
Who will hold us accountable if we fail you?

Law enforcement knows it.
Courts know it.
CPS knows it.
Advocates know it.
Abusers know it best.

Isolation is not accidental, it is strategic.
A survivor with a strong, supportive family behind them is a liability to institutions that prefer convenience over justice.
A survivor with no one behind them is the perfect victim: easy to dismiss, easy to discredit, easy to lose in the system.

And dysfunctional families know this too.
They create the isolation,
then punish you for being alone,
then hand that isolation to the system as proof that you are the problem.

My lack of family is not a coincidence.
It is the first chapter of the story, the foundation that made the later abuses possible:

• Childhood abuse was denied and minimized
• My removal by Louisiana DCFS and placement in foster care was hidden
• Scapegoating has lasted decades, because they declare “Cagney’s the problem“
• A family that weaponizes appearance and silence
• The abandonment that predators and institutions later profited from

Abusers and systems share one strategy:

Isolate the victim so no one ever believes them when they finally speak out.

They knew no one was coming for me.
They knew no one would challenge them.
They knew I was the child who grew up without protection, so they assumed I would be the woman without protection too.

And that is why the failures that followed were not mistakes.
They were opportunities created by my isolation and exploited by those who were supposed to protect me.

Before anyone reads further, before anyone judges my case or my credibility, there is one thing we must all be able to anticipate:

Anticipating the Smear

When you expose abuse, you expose the people who depend on your silence.

Every survivor eventually learns the same truth:

⚠️ Breaking your silence does not free you from retaliation, it provokes it.

Cutting the shackles is never met with applause from those who forged them.
Families weaponize unity.
Abusers weaponize fear.
Institutions weaponize doubt.

So let’s skip the theatrics and acknowledge what’s coming.

WHAT THEY WILL SAY vs THE REALITY

✅What Dominique will say:
“She’s unstable. She’s dangerous to the children.”
Reality:
This is projection.
His own history includes:

• 2013 Felony DV charges from his first marriage
• Court-ordered anger management by the Army
• His own admission to his own childhood abuse
• Trafficking me using military resources
• The death of our child Adryan
• Substantiated CPS findings in 2020 (he confessed to abusing me in front of our children)
• His confessions of abuse to VA, Therapist, and on video in the privacy of our Crown Point, Indiana apartment
• Three OWI charges (as of Oct 7, 2025)

My “instability” is simply the truth he cannot control.

✅What my relatives will say:
“She’s the problem. She didn’t go to my mother’s funeral.”

Reality:
Louisiana DCFS intervened when I was a child.
Babies don’t “cause” neglect, parents do.

Their addictions, violence, DUIs, fraud, dysfunction, and family conflict long predated me.
I became their scapegoat because truth makes people uncomfortable.

I didn’t skip my mother’s funeral.
I was not permitted to be part of it.

✅What institutions will say:
“She files too many reports. No evidence. Not credible.”

Reality:
Police and agencies admit:

• They never investigated
• They closed everything at patrol level
• They refused to collect evidence
• They contradicted themselves in their own statements
• They keep redirecting me to the FBI, the DOJ, or elsewhere

You cannot claim “no evidence” when you refuse to gather any.
It is easier to discredit a survivor than admit systemic failure.

The Purpose of This Record

This record is not written to protect the image of anyone who harmed me.
It is written to:

• Honor myself and my children
• Honor those who did not survive
• Honor those still fighting
• Honor those who have not yet found their voice

This is not a plea for sympathy.
This is a documentation of abuse, betrayal, institutional failure, and my refusal to carry shame that was never mine.

Forgiveness, to me, is the ability to speak openly in truth without becoming what they are.
Forgiveness does not erase crimes.
Forgiveness restores humanity.

Family Reactions: A Mirror of Hypocrisy

My relatives had no hesitation bonding out Jaylynn Burbank who killed three people in a DUI.
But when I am trying to escape trafficking, seek justice for my murdered baby, and report sexual exploitation by an SVU commander, suddenly they need to:

• “research,”
• “make sure the story checks out,”
• “look into it so they don’t look like boo-boo the fool.”

When I am harmed, it becomes:
“You must’ve done something.”
“Why didn’t you leave?”
“My number never changed.”
“You put yourself in that situation.”

But when they harm someone, it becomes:
“Only God can judge.”
“People make mistakes.”
“Let’s not ruin his life.”
“Family sticks together.”

My Facebook posts dating back to 2013 are filled with me praising people who hated me. In fact, I have never posted or stated anything disparaging about anyone, ever. However, can they say the same?

Drug and alcohol issues that leads to the death of three people?

And the “family” issues don’t end there. Researching public records show every last one of them with issues paying bills, issues with speeding, issues with non-profit parties leading to shoot-outs, in which someone died, and no police presence. Don’t believe me, $20 is all you need to fact-check me, most is free.

In contrast, I have no criminal record and lost my collector’s car (2001 VW Beetle TDI) due to being trafficked and unable to pay back the title loan I took out to try to escape.

Their empathy is selective.
Their outrage is conditional.
Their support is performative.
Maintaining image and community notoriety is more important.
After all, they didn’t spend all those years smearing me for no reason.

The Double Standard They Refuse to See

My half-sister Sam openly shares that she endured domestic violence with her children’s father.
I absorbed the physical abuse so her children wouldn’t have to grow up watching what I did.
And yet somehow:

• It wasn’t Sam’s fault she was abused.
• It wasn’t her fault she dropped out of high school.
• It wasn’t her fault she got pregnant, had an abortion, and then had three children by a man who didn’t want to claim them.
  (You can find the paternity case and his failure to pay child support in public records.)

But every single thing Dominique did to me and my children — the abuse, the trafficking, the violations, the threats, the isolation, the homicide that was never investigated — is somehow my fault.

In their logic:
Her abuse = excusable.
My abuse = deserved.

The truth is simple:
People only question a woman’s credibility when they’re afraid of what her truth reveals about them.
In my case, it reveals I have been surviving life more than living it since the day I was born and blamed for it.
Now, that is weaponized against me as a personal failure.

How It Began

As a child, one question haunted me:
Why me?

Why was I the one who endured decades of abuse, betrayal, and scapegoating?

I never asked for this role.
It was forced onto me until I almost believed the lie that I was “the problem.”

The truth is simpler and more devastating:

I became the scapegoat because I carried truths others could not bear to face.

I am grateful for the resilience I gained, even if I wish it had not been forged through trauma.
Exposing abuse is not revenge — it is self-respect. It is justice.
It is harvesting wisdom from pain and planting seeds for those who will come after me.

My life is a testimony of human limitation versus divine sovereignty.
We do not always understand the “why,” but we can trust God’s purpose exceeds our suffering.

The Role of the Scapegoat

In dysfunctional families, there is always one:
The scapegoat — the repository for unspoken sins.

They are blamed for problems they didn’t create and punished for wounds that aren’t theirs.
This keeps the family illusion intact.
“If they’re the problem, then we are fine.”

That was my assigned role.

While violence, addiction, and neglect tore through our household, I was labeled:

“Too much.”
“Difficult.”
“The one who didn’t show up.”

It was easier for them to call me broken than to face their own reflection.

Intergenerational Trauma

I was not born into safety.
I was born into a lineage of unhealed wounds.

Other children in the family were protected, supported, enrolled in activities, celebrated.
I was left to fend for myself.

Not because I failed my family — but because I entered a family already fractured, long before I could speak.

Someone had to carry the burden of everyone’s denial.
That someone became me.

My body carried the evidence:

• Cigarette burns dismissed as “keloid chicken pox scars”
• Knife wounds explained away as consequences of being “fat, funky, buck-tooth, knock-kneed”

Abuse was rewritten into blame.

I wasn’t allowed to be a child.
I was the family’s mirror and they shattered me for showing the truth.

Isolation as a Weapon

Abusers know that isolation is the purest form of control.
My family does not believe I can exist outside of Louisiana, outside of their influence.

They kept me from my mother in her final days, took her phone, and painted me as someone who “upset her.”
At her funeral, they told others I chose not to attend, erasing the reality:

I asked to contribute financially.
I dedicated a poem.
I begged to be included.

The truth?

I was not wanted there.
And even if I had been, I was trapped, abused, and raped while they buried her.

This is how scapegoating works:
Erase context, then blame the victim for the isolation you created.

The Crime of Truth-Telling

What made me dangerous was not my brokenness, but my clarity.

When I began speaking about:

• My childhood abuse
• The trafficking
• The death of my child
• The ongoing violence
• The patterns we all witnessed growing up

I became the threat.

With our mother gone, the family finally had the full stage to rewrite history.
Suddenly I had “kept them apart.”
Suddenly I had “pitted everyone against each other.”

I was the baby sister — 8 and 12 years younger — but somehow held responsible for conflicts that began before I was born.

They triggered me publicly, then used my reactions as “proof”:

“See? Cagney has an attitude problem.
See? That’s why we don’t deal with her.”

Reactive abuse weaponized as reputation destruction.

How Discrediting works for abusers

Abusers have two primary tactics:

1. “We’re too nice to be abusers.”
They parade their good behavior in public so no one believes the harm done in private.

2. “We all agree — she’s the problem.”
Systems love consensus.
It relieves them from responsibility.

Police, CPS, agencies, attorneys all found it easier to agree with the narrative than investigate the truth.

But here is the flaw:
People who lie do not preserve evidence.
Survivors do.

Institutions That Betrayed

The family’s narrative did not stay in the family.
It leaked into the very systems meant to protect me.

Police dismissed my reports as “far-fetched.”
CPS substantiated abuse but failed to act.
Attorneys minimized my trauma.
Teachers ignored bullying.
Officials looked away.

The message was constant:
“You are not credible.”
“You are the problem.”

What I am facing as a trafficking survivor is the adult reenactment of my childhood but this time, I have children depending on me to break the cycle.
They deserve the life I never had. Breaking generational trauma begins with courage and truth.

Evidence Preserved

Unlike many survivors who are left only with memories, I have a substantial body of evidence that documents:

• The abuse I endured as a child
• The trafficking, violence, and coercion in adulthood
• The systemic failures that followed
• The family dynamics that perpetuated the harm

Every screenshot, voicemail, police report, public record, text message, CPS finding, and transcript is preserved in a secure digital archive — not to prove my worth, but to prove the truth.

Below is a summary of what this evidence reveals.

Venita Voicemail July 2017

One month after, what they thought was a joyous moment, here comes the harassment that I am attacking/upsetting mom.

Sam Voicemail August 8, 2017

If I just call them first, then they can allow me to speak to my mom. You know, because I upset her.😒👌😂

This voicemail reveals what was actually happening behind the scenes:

• They believed I was in a healthy relationship and preparing to marry.
• My happiness threatened their control.
• They attempted to sabotage my relationship and narrative.
• They rushed Kourtney and Rashaun’s wedding in direct response to mine.

As Kourtney said herself:
“Rashaun said we can’t let Cagney get married first.”

The public records, messages, and timelines make their intentions undeniable.

Mom Voicemail August 2017

Use of her failing health to lure me back in. No apologies, no denial of family dysfunction, just blame-shifting that my absence is somehow hurting her last dying wish.

Mom Voicemail September 2017

Welp, what have we all learned? Emotional manipulation. It was about keeping tabs, not genuine concern.

The Pattern Is Clear: Narrative Control

Abuse → Blame → Discredit → Isolate → Abandon → Blame again.

They abused me, denied me, erased me, and then held me responsible for the aftermath of their own actions.

This pattern repeats in the systemic failures I faced with Dominique.
Their stories change.
Their tactics change.
But the theme is always the same:

“We didn’t fail her, she failed us.”

Except I didn’t.

And the evidence proves it.

On August 1, 2025, my half-sister Venita recorded more than two hours of our conversation.

I consented, believing this could finally:

• Document my isolation
• Demonstrate the danger
• Show the truth of what happened
• Show my willingness to cooperate
• Help me get support for me and my children

Venita asked probing questions.
I answered every one.
I cried through the trauma — the death of my child, the rape on the day of my mother’s funeral.
I was transparent, vulnerable, and honest.

Instead of compassion, she used my pain as performance.

When we later requested copies for legal and safety purposes, they refused to release them.

This is the hallmark of abusers and enablers:

• They record you when they think your trauma will entertain or benefit them.
• They hide the evidence when it reveals their complicity.

Proof of the recorded call with Venita on 8.1.2025

Gonzales Police Department Police Report – Rewrite the narrative

Far-fetched eh? How convenient for the people and systems of abuse to re-write the narratives.

Sam, the eldest half-sister, well:

• She acknowledged the abuse.
• She admitted what we all endured in childhood.
• She recognized the domestic violence I lived through with her and Bubba (her baby-daddy).
• She put all her grandchildren on the phone to greet me.
• She sent family photos to reiterate the image of their “unity”.

Acknowledging abuse in private while denying it in public is a classic scapegoating tactic.

They didn’t want me at my mom’s funeral (Dominique wouldn’t allow it anyway) and sent a photo of my dead mother in her casket.
The poem I dedicated to my mom, placed under a photo of her and her great-grandchild.
How many photos of me and my mom was there? ONE! Ask them, they will blame me for that too.
I was raped on that day and forced to look at that photo of my mother dead in her casket during. My entire pregnancy, Dominique kept saying that it was my mom in me.

Recorded call with Venita, Advocate (crisis center), friends and Legal on 8.11.2025

Venita performed and exploded with anger on a call with a registered nurse, a crisis center advocate, my friends and legal team. She blamed me for the impossible, lacked empathy and said I was “dumping all this on us!” Venita would call the crisis center back and bring up my absence from my mother’s funeral, as if to say that me and my children were deserving of what we have suffered because of that.

See, reposting about LSU player Kyren Lacy (a tragedy no doubt) is safe performative empathy, but me losing my child and law enforcement failing to investigate isn’t safe for them. They’ve already told lies about me and if anyone ever learned of what they did to me while I was fighting for my life, well that’s not good for their image.

I asked for the recordings — my own words, my own evidence — they refused to release them.

Sam blocked my number. Venita did as well.

Relatives have always done this. In private acknowledge the abuse, pretend to have empathy but to the public and those they seek to impress – I am the problem.
How can they say they are proud of me for breaking the cycle, but then tell everyone there was no abuse?
How can they acknowledge neglecting me, but blame me for them not knowing?

The same pattern systemic abuse follows:
1. Law enforcement closes all reports at patrol level with no reports passed to investigations, then state they have investigated.
2. Law enforcement states there is no evidence of abuse or murder, but they refuse to collect evidence and investigate?
3. Law enforcement’s loyalty to image control and institutional protection overrides their duty.

And just like the dysfunctional family, isolation is the honey pot and public scrutiny their worst enemy.

We sent a formal email request for the recordings, copied to authorities for documentation.

There was no response.

Their silence is evidence.
Their avoidance is evidence.
Their refusal to release my recorded statements is evidence.

It closes the loop and exposes the truth:

They were never trying to help me.
They were collecting information to weaponize later.

The Ultimate Erasure

Let me also inform you readers that the succession started for my mother’s house was done in 2020, without notice to me, one of three heirs, much like the $2000 left to me under the tutorship of Sam was never given to me.

Sam and Venita initiated it and had Sam’s daughters, Lyssa and Kourtney, sign the affidavit.
Kourtney and Rashaun are still using my mother’s address as their basketball non-profit address.
While Venita resides in the home, as usual because without her New Orleans relatives and the land conveyances she has nothing, and they are paying mortgage and taxes.
However, the USDA loan (FMHA) isn’t over until 12/08/2026.
Maybe they thought using the address for business or living in it absolved my 1/3 ownership?
Their attorney Cherie Teamer Henley seems like she got stuck in that mess, but I made sure to reach out and let her know, “You only knew what they told you, but ‘Here I go!’“

See in Louisiana, successions (probate) require proper notice to all heirs under the Code of Civil Procedure (e.g., Art. 2951 for judicial openings, or even in extrajudicial ones, notice is key to validity). Excluding me without formal notice make the proceedings challengeable, grounds for annulment or reopening (with a 5-year limit from discovery for fraud claims, per Civ. Code Art. 2032). Sam’s continuous Facebook outreach shows she knew how to contact me, but chose not to for the succession.

So, go ahead let them try to sue for defamation, but all of this evidence in this post (and please believe I have far more) undermines their credibility and supports truth as an absolute defense (La. Civ. Code Art. 2315; truth isn’t defamatory). They would have to answer to their actions and all that dislike in numbers don’t hold weight without solid evidence of me EVER causing them any harm, because it doesn’t exist. And by Sam’s own admission, they failed me not the other way around.

If Louisiana Department of Health and Human Services was contacted and state my mother ever received state benefits, i.e. SNAP, would the application reflect every adult living in her household or would it reflect fraud?
If my mother’s bank account was subpoenaed, would it reflect my name ever withdrawing or handling her money – never!
If my mother ever took too much or too little medication, would it reflect me in charge of her healthcare – never!
When the courts look at the family dynamics, would it show me at the center of relatives’ drug, alcohol, and familial issues? Never!
So class, by their own logic,” if everybody got issues, they must be the issue!” Right?

What does Dominique, the “System”, and My Relatives All Have In Common?

They mistook my ability to withstand abuse as ignorance and acceptance.

They grew more emboldened in their crimes because they truly believed their notoriety would be a defense, “But you all know us, we are so kind and we are active in the Black community! We got kids bikes!”

There isn’t one person caught in crime that people aren’t flooding the comments saying, “OMG he/she/they were so nice, I never would have never thought!” Yet, every last one of their victims was disbelieved until there was a mountain of evidence exposed.

What does that say about society?
Victims are guilty until proven innocent, and abusers are innocent until proven guilty. Sick.

I was a baby. Stripped from my mother, chosen as the scapegoat, traumatized and isolated. That left me prime picking for abuse by perpetrators like Dominique and for systemic failure. Their logic, “If she doesn’t have anyone that cares for her, why should we?!”

The Sacred Counter-Narrative

For generations, families and institutions have relied on one strategy:

Silence the scapegoat so the system survives.

But the scapegoat is never chosen because they is weak.

They are chosen because they are strong enough to hold the truth the system cannot face.

That is why they fear my voice.
That is why they smear my character.
That is why they rewrite history.
That is why they isolate me.
That is why they abandon me.

Because once I speak, the illusion collapses.

My name is Cagney Theresa Gaudiz — Honor. Integrity. Harvester.

• Honor: I tell the truth even when it costs me everything.
• Integrity: I refuse to break myself to preserve someone else’s image.
• Harvester: I gather wisdom from pain and plant seeds of justice for others.

Why me?
Because I was the one strong enough to break the cycle.
Why me?
Because I refuse to be silent.

Why me?
Why not me?

After years of therapy, after escape from trafficking, after learning more about the world and finally breaking my silence, I can say this with 100% certainty — Silence is their only protection.
May my courage to share my story empower you to share yours.
Who are you to be their garbage can; the secret keeper?
Choose to be the light, shine your brightest in the dark.
Your voice, your power — use it wisely!

✨ Final Declaration

The system is not simply broken, it is functioning exactly as it was designed.

I am living evidence of that design.
I am the witness to its failures,
the wounds it allowed,
the survivor it underestimated.

But I will not suffer in vain.

I move forward with forgiveness, not to excuse what was done,
but to refuse becoming what they are.

I move forward in faith and love so my children learn resilience, humility, and dignity.

I move forward with courage and in truth because I will never be silenced so those who abused me can be comfortable.

If it is a crime to advocate for myself and expose the egregious abuses I have suffered, sue me!

40 years of evidence:

Isolation was their greatest weapon – going public breaks it

Silence didn’t protect me – it enabled them

Playing by the rules didn’t help – systems failed me repeatedly

Staying quiet didn’t earn me support – it made me easier to dismiss

After years of prolonged trauma (PTSD) and their intentional infliction of harm, it has risen to the point the state recognizes it isn’t safe for me or my children to remain here.
So, when my husband (trafficker) and family (relatives) tell you I am “making it up” are they also accusing Advocates, Crisis Centers, Senators, Governors, Congress, and CPS of making it up to?
Is my therapist also making it up?
Is my dead child also a fallacy?
Could you sustain this amount of trauma and remain silent to benefit those who are seeking to harm you, everyday?
Absolutely not!

Losing a child is already torture, denied justice is like having an open wound everyone pours salt into.