Targeted Injustice: Games Cops Play (A True Story)

By Ashley Hayes

In my recent article, Targeted Injustice (Part 1): How Law Enforcement Stalks and Harasses Women Then Calls Them Mentally Ill To Get Away With it, I discussed a deeply cruel, malicious game corrupt members of law enforcement (at all levels) are playing with innocent citizens’ lives – particularly women – who have been blacklisted and targeted for life sabotage by someone in their law enforcement/military/DOD-contractor network.: Spreading false rumors that a perfectly sane, successful, healthy, loving parent, and productive member of society, is mentally ill.

They do this so that their daily abuse, theft, interception of mail, stalking (including stalking-by-proxy, something Neighborhood Watch and similar groups have taken part in for years), property damage, holes cut into new clothing (or in crotches of underwear), animal cruelty, falsification of records, illegal entry into targets’ homes and cars will be ignored when their target begins reporting it.

Per my previous article, they use (and incentivize) individuals trusted by the friends and family of the target (whether it’s an actual law enforcement employee, an Infragard member, a hired non-law-enforcement proxy, etc.) to slyly spread this horrible rumor meant to destroy the target’s reputation and, as I said, make her appear “crazy” when she begins reporting their hard-to-believe, immature antics. (This happens to men, as well. But for simplicity purposes, I am focusing on women for this article.)

When the highly-coordinated antics (the massive groups of individuals suddenly stopping in front of her house to take pictures, the groups of cars that follow her to the store, the items moved around in her house when she’s away, etc.) begin, a concurrent gaslighting campaign begins, as well. (The slander campaign, spread out to any possible distant friend, childhood friend, distant relative, relative, etc., is happening at this time, as well.)

When the target – having no idea she is, in fact, a target of coordinated group bullying and life interference – decides to call law enforcement to report some of the events, the officers who respond are game players and gas lighters. They take the report and libelously put in the report that the woman may be “possible 315” (or whatever the code is for the mentally ill). Then they put that code in the system so that any officer in the future who comes into contact with the [perfectly sane, gang-bullied] woman will see that code in the system and behave accordingly. Everything she says at that point is colored by that planted, false implication. Most officers would never doubt that their system would give them false information. But it’s happening all over America. And it has happened to me. (And after 9/11, thanks to fusion centers, this false information is shared with every law enforcement agency in the nation.)

From 2015 to 2018, the aggressive law enforcement stalking, daily harassment (by land and by air), interruption of life and business, etc., that happened was off the charts. The public would be horrified to know that members of law enforcement not only participate in these sick games with people’s lives (single women, as I said in my previous article, are a favorite target – particularly when they have no family nearby who can see them every day and know the entire slander campaign is B.S.).

One memorable occurrence was in March 2015. Multiple terrifying events happened that month, on top of the intense cyberstalking I was enduring (culminating in the theft of my 15-year-old business): I had reported two separate times to one officer who had come to my house. I found multiple discrepancies and wanted to get them corrected. But rather than go to the precinct, I called and asked for the officer to come to my home, as I had a small child, etc.

A different officer came and met with me on our front porch. Due to all the recent bizarre activity, I asked to see his ID. He showed it to me and made a comment about his military haircut in the picture. His name was Steve. Steve discussed the reports with me for 10 or 15 minutes, then said he would take them to his car to call his supervisor for directions. (While he was gone, a flower delivery came, in an unmarked, plain truck, for my child from my mom. Pink roses had specifically been requested, but no pink roses were included. This kind of thing happens over and over and over when you are a [fusion center] target. Every target reports this.) Officer Steve returned, gave me the reports back, and left. (He did not take a report of his own.)

The next day, as I sat looking at the reports, I noticed Officer Steve had done something to them; they had been altered. While I have had many records (of all kinds) altered during the course of the years of this crime, as complicit officers (directly or through proxies) attempt to cover up evidence of their brothers’ crimes against me, I don’t know why Steve altered those reports.

Two weeks later, I called the local cops again (having endured multiple instances of coming home to have had someone in our home while we were out, where evidence of their intrusion was always left behind). This time, I was reporting tax fraud (an ongoing issue). I had just opened my mail and discovered the two strangers I had found online (a married couple) had committed multiple instances of fraud against me (costing me over $3000 in money I was due, among other things).

As I sat on our front porch swing with a friend and my child, an officer arrived. His name was William, and I had never seen or met him before. As we spoke, he started pretending like we had met, pretending that it had been him who had stood on my front porch (rather than Steve). I said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about; we’ve never met.” He then condescendingly says, “Ashley, I was here a couple of weeks ago.” I said, “No, you were not. We have never met.” (My young child, who, like so many young children, missed nothing, blurted out: “No, you weren’t.” She had met and spoken with Steve and knew this guy was lying.)

In addition to the gaslighting he was doing on me, he was also slandering me in front of my friend, a friend (like most of the public) who was unaware that law enforcement participates in psyops games like this. The Officer’s words were meant to make me question myself (which I didn’t) and to also make my friend question me. (Most folks are under the impression that cops don’t lie, and they certainly could never fathom that they would – and do – participate in coordinated mind games meant to hurt women.)

Prior to this disturbing visit, I went to the precinct to meet with “Sergeant Mike,” whom I had met before. He was the “COPS” (Community Oriented Policing Services) coordinator and had fake-cried in front of me on one occasion, demonstrated a taser for my child, and sent me to an empty field on another, pretending he was giving me the address of one of my cybercriminals. I was addressing the altered reports given back to me by Steve: Sergeant Mike looked at his computer than at me, and said with a straight face, “Ashley, we don’t have a Steve in our precinct.” I said, “Well, that was his name; that was what his ID said.”
Sergeant Mike continues with the mind game, “We don’t have a Steve anywhere in our precinct or at the main precinct.” He was, literally, attempting to try to make me believe I had dreamed I had met with Steve! It was ridiculous!

Then, that meeting was followed by the visit from officer William, who attempted to try to convince me it was he, and not, Steve I had met with for a good 15 minutes just a couple of weeks prior. Not only did they look nothing alike. But, again, Steve had actually stated his name and shown me his ID – which did say “Steve.” (It actually showed his full name, but I am just using first names for this article.) Yet, here were two separate officers, clearly colluding in this sick game, lying to my face, attempting to make me question myself.

Importantly, this was years before I was aware that law enforcement agencies throughout America use proxies in their dirty work, allowing them the use of cars and uniforms. This lack of knowledge is taken advantage of by the corrupt players involved. (Please see my previous article, which discusses the privatization of law enforcement:

Finally, I had mentioned to Officer William that there had been what appeared to be an undercover FedEx truck in front of my house a couple of weeks prior. It was there the day after Steve had been to my house. The driver of the truck had left the side door wide open, so I could see the equipment – which anyone who has watched any one of the syndicated crime shows would recognize as surveillance equipment. Prior to this, I had never thought about the fact that undercover surveillance is done via trucks with known brands on them. “Bob’s Plumbing,” sure, but not FedEx. Yet there it was.

When I mentioned this to Officer William, he smirked and mocked my statement; again implying I was “seeing things,” pretending that undercover FedEx trucks didn’t exist, and if they did, then there was no way I had seen one in front of my house. (While I did have, for years, strange vans and cars outside my house, with blackened windows – like they would do with criminals! – the FedEx surveillance truck did not stay parked there. The driver did, in fact, deliver something to my neighbor and left the door open, and since I had a perfect view of it from my living room window, I could clearly see it wasn’t a typical delivery truck. Yet my mentioning it gave Officer William another opportunity to mock me, as he pretended those converted trucks didn’t exist.)

Not only do they exist, but, as it turns out (something I discovered much later), the very man who was part of the tax-preparer team that had defrauded me was the vice president of a company who customized FedEx trucks, Mobile Command Units, SWAT trucks, etc. for law enforcement.

Truth is, indeed, stranger than fiction at times.

Innocent women (and men) are enduring these crimes by those in power every day. Exposure is key. Please share this article wherever you can.


Ashley Hayes is a former business entrepreneur, patented inventor, researcher, and writer seeking to bring attention to the clearly-organized crimes of unlawful and corrupt law enforcement and fusion center personnel against innocent Americans and citizens worldwide, as well as crimes committed by military contractors via 21st-century technology, and to the pandemic of child trafficking by those in power.


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3 thoughts on “Targeted Injustice: Games Cops Play (A True Story)

  1. Colleen CLAEYS March 16, 2023 / 3:00 pm

    All of Ashley’s story is familiar to me. When I’ve gone to the police station : They have said to me : you are not even making sense Colleen. Maybe you don’t want to report anything further. Now, why was that their reply to my being physically assaulted: Because, they themselves set up the assault. These are the lowest forms of life.

    Sent from my iPhone


    • Ashley March 16, 2023 / 6:47 pm


      I am so sorry that is happening to you.

      I had those exact words said to me, back in 2017, when I called to report that a bronze statue-thing I had had for 15 yers had been stolen from my mantle. That is literally the only thing I was reporting and the smart-alec cop said, “Ashley, you are not even making sense.”

      It’s a sick game and I am sorry you have been affected, as well.

      ang in there.

  2. lhakes12 March 16, 2023 / 4:16 pm

    It’s sounds like hell, Ashley! And I agree with you that they play with you, and want you to question yourself.
    When I go out to the park now, I always look above where the helicopter was directly hovering over me on the bridges. I can hardly believe it myself!
    And I told my daughter about it the other day and she asked, you mean a drone mom? I said, no. I mean a full-blown large frickin helicopter!


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