Her text right there is the most I’ve heard as far as a response from DSSS or Dr. Schultz to what I shared. ust the request for my room number.

Was that text frantic or am I projecting?

I would never, in a million years, describe Schultz as frantic but…maybe?

I submitted the “Let’s Talk” statement form like she asked (the district’s online portal for safety reporting)

but I did not put those two pieces of information in that report. (I still wanted to be smart, or at least cautious, about what I put in writing.)

Says the guy writing an exhaustive chronology to publish on the damn internet…

Before you ask,

The two things I wanted to tell her were:

1. I recorded my meeting with Williams

2. I took potentially contaminated items out of my classroom to my car

I cant help but wonder what would’ve happened if the district knew that at the beginning of all this.

I actually tried to tell HR once

but they were too busy pushing a false narrative about me and requiring I get a mental health screening to prove it wasn’t true…

(NOT MUCH CHECKED OFF THERE CARR...)

So I hadn’t been at work since I left Oscar Smith Middle School in the middle of SOL testing on May 13th. No one from Chesapeake Public Schools had called to tell me police had been in my classroom. No one from admin. No one from HR. No one from DSSS.

So, like I was saying,

before I rudely interrupted myself...

by the evening of May 15th, we were still in the dark.

Kidding.

What I meant was we still didn’t know anything about anything happening up at the school.

I’m sorry, that’s lowbrow. I expect more from myself tbh , I’m too bright for that.

OK! geez. Lighten up.

The only thing I knew about the safety concerns that I reported to DSSS was that Schultz had asked for my room number.

I didn’t know what was happening at the school either,

except that someone was (hopefully) printing my lesson plans.

The only information we had from anyone was

Early in the morning on May 15th,

I was texting back and forth with the teacher that I trusted and was close with at the time.

She walked into the school and I haven’t heard from her since, only

The morning after I talked to Dr. Schultz and reported to DSSS, the teacher that I trusted and was close with at the time, stopped responding to me.

I mean like the entire school thought the teacher that I trusted and was close with at the time and I were cousins. We would switch classes in the middle of a bell to teach the other persons class, just for fun. A person I communicated with every day for five years, planned lessons with, co-taught classes with (you get the picture) She walked in the building that morning and hasn’t spoken to me since. Only

When I never heard back from the teacher that I trusted and was close with at the time, I was worried she was in danger of becoming collateral damage as a result of whoever was (presumably) upset with me.

When the teacher that I trusted and was close with at the time responded to my worry and concern with

what I didn’t see is that might be proof that somebody

we can’t say for certain who

was coming for me but had got to her first.

The point is,

when I escalated my safety concerns to Dr. Schultz, I knew it would cause tension at my job. I knew that. I had carefully weighed the cost before I decided. Plus, Stef agreed. It’s a nonstarter if she doesn’t. Honestly, I knew it was the right thing to do as soon as I had the thought that my Dad would be be proud of me. If he understood, he’d be proud of me.

So, I knew doing the right thing would create an uncomfortable employment situation for myself.

I knew that, I did.

“You’re a Chesapeake school teacher, am I correct?” — “Correct.”

When I ask what this is about, they tell me they “got a call about some information” and want to “just speak to [me] outside.” — I said “Can I ask what this is about?”

‘I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my paper's legit’

A few beats later, one of the officers shares why they’ve been sent:

“There was some information regarding your hypothesis about some of the children in your class might be in some kind of drug ring.” — “I haven’t made any allegations like that." "So who is sending this information?”

That’s a damn good question cuz.

I told them I reported concerns “to the people I need to report to.” I have no idea who called or why...

They ask if that means my administration.

Huh?

“They put some dogs… like drug dogs in your classroom?” “I was not at the school today.”

The officers seemed surprised to find out I hadn’t been at the school in two days

and go on to say “it was a lot of information in that call”

and the details reported were “really strange.”

You have foster children or some such?

You have your own biological children?

“Why do you ask?”

Because they’re giving us this information, that’s why.”

“I don’t see how it’s relevant”

“So yeah, it was like a CPS call. They just wanted to make sure everybody in the household was doing well…”

They explain that they’re there because “somebody called the police asking us to investigate the situation,” and then clarify that the caller was Child Protective Services.

Here’s what I didn’t know when I opened the door:

At 10:23 PM on May 15, a Norfolk CPS worker called 911 and asked for a welfare check at our house.

Before the caller identifies any specific, immediate danger inside my home, she frames the call around

who I am and

what she says I have been claiming.

By the time they showed up at our house, the officers knew more alleged “facts” about what had supposedly happened in my classroom than I did.

At 10:23 PM on May 15, a Norfolk CPS worker called 911 from Norfolk CPS and asked for a ‘welfare check’ at our house. They received a report from the VDSS state hotline around 8:30 PM and relayed the information to the dispatcher:

• There were “three to four” foster children in the home;

• I am “manic” and have “mental health issues”;

• I was convinced my classroom was tainted with “a cocaine drug ring”;

• I had bought “kits to test the students”;

• “a police investigation is being done because of the drug dogs needing to be brought into the classroom”;

• “no drugs were found or suspected,” but officers were concerned about “anti-government things in the classroom”;

• and then—includes a race hoax as part of the false narrative because, of course—she states that I warned staff to “be aware” of children “from Guatemala and Honduras” because “they have a cocaine ring,” and that “the concern is that he has black and Hispanic foster children in the home and he has these manic behavior towards that demographic.”

The only way they could know all those things was if someone inside the school had packaged it together for them.

On paper, then, my family was visited by police because CPS believes a manic teacher with 3–4 foster children is testing them for cocaine, targeting black and hispanic students, and obsessing over a Honduran drug ring in a classroom that police already searched with drug dogs. The dispatcher summarizes the allegation back, and the CPS worker clarifies the core claim:

“Hondurian drug ring, specifically with cocaine.”

It’s Honduran. Damn it. Honduran. Whoever is behind this is good. They must know the grammar throughout this entire ordeal will haunt my dreams at night

AND THEN THERE’S THE LINE THAT TIES IT DIRECTLY BACK TO OSM:

“The school. I do have a police report number that the school called in.”

She gave dispatch that police number as if it were proof that what she was repeating was real.

By the end, they straight up tell us:

“That’s why we want to know if somebody’s picking on you or maybe you have something going on at your school…”

and

“We’re trying to be the middleman to kind of almost stop [CPS] at that point… We just need you to be factual and appropriate so we can take this to the right channel so these people can leave you alone if this is the case.”

Ultimately, I offered to wake our kids up out of bed and carry them downstairs to show the two officers.

To their credit, neither of them wanted us to wake our sleeping kids but admitted it would help if they could lay eyes on them. So thats what we did.

According to their own report notes, our children were “safe, sleeping, and well-cared-for in a clean, stable home.” They relayed exactly that back to CPS, and we thought false report ordeal was done and dusted—but it was actually just the start …

“Are you having some type of feud with your administration?”

“Like is somebody not liking you at work or something like that?”

“Some type of feud with your administration?”

Is he a freaking thespian?

I could not stop thinking about the word ‘feud’ for like 6 weeks.

I bet they require you memorize a certain number of synonyms for ‘conflict’ at the police academy or something…

But even that wasn’t as weird as the phrases that were used in the false CPS report.

Three days later,

I was standing at the window of my hotel room holding an Expo marker and waiting for Stef to come visit me. Down the left side of the frame, I made a list of those phrases, or the fragments of what I could remember at least and any of the other details the caller would have to know:

“Honduran drug ring,”

“Takis filled with cocaine,”

“drug detection dogs,”

“no drugs found or suspected,”

“3 to 4 foster children”

“live in Norfolk”

“anti-government,”

“zip-ties on cabinets,”

“police report from the school”

“concerning/manic behavior.”

Across the top of the hotel window, I wrote the names of people at school that could possibly know all of that, in that much detail, by 8:30 PM.

I tried to map who knew what, who would have had to guess, and who might have made a mistake—or, the question we should have asked:

and conveniently neglect to mention that I haven’t been to the school in days.

It was like some sick, twisted version of the telephone game,

my school safety concern had become a dystopian

about a crazed man who believes all of his students are part of a drug ring and will stop at nothing to catch them

✘ Knew I was a teacher in Chesapeake
✘ Reframed my safety concerns as "he is convinced the children are in a Hondurian drug ring” 
✘ Described our three children as “foster care children,” again, the wrong language
✘ Used the “foster care children” mislabel to justify why CPS should be alarmed.
✘ Claimed drug dogs had been in my classroom that day and that “no drugs were found or suspected,” but were still “conducting an investigation”
✘ Communicated that police officers had concerns about anti‑government items and zip‑tied cabinets
✘ Had a "police report number" and gave that number to CPS as proof.
✘ Knew we were a foster family and lived in Norfolk
✘ Had access to my classroom investigation and supposed “hypotheses” about students and drugs.
✘ Reported that “drug dogs” were in my classroom “today”

full of phrases like “The school… called in a police report number,” “drug detection dogs,” “police investigation is being done,” and “anti‑government type of stance”—exactly the way a

would talk.

Worse than that, the 911 transcript shows the CPS worker telling dispatch: “They have three to four foster care children in their home. I don’t have their names or demographics.”

Bullshit.

Why would a CPS worker, who literally works for NDHS, make a 911 call due to concerns for foster kids and not even bother to look up who they were?!

Not to mention:

1. Our home was just re-certified as a foster home by NDHS two weeks prior.

2. I got a call from DHS four hours before the police arrived asking if we would consider taking in a four-year-old boy as a placement immediately.

3. CPS’ own intake materials later describe me and Stefanie as the adoptive parents of our three children and list all three kids with last names, at our address, and part of the household.

In other words,

but they ran with the false narrative anyways…

My student safety concerns were

You can hear the NPD officers unknowingly repeating it. Those moments where institutions repeat the lie told to them by an individual at OSM is when the false narrative becomes a set of short, portable sound-bites—exactly the kind of phrasing that can outlive any nuance about what I actually reported or why.

Officer Hunter called me from his personal cell after he reported back to CPS

“I told her…the truth that everything was, you know, good.”

“The kids didn’t look like they were in any kind of hardship or anything.… I just told her that your kids were fine. They were sleeping in bed. They were well‑bodied, well‑minded, happy and sound.”

He goes further:

“I just pray that this information is not continued because it’s just going to be redundant… Nobody needs to be waking their kids out of bed… I’d be pretty upset if the cops showed up at my house and wanted me to bring my kids out of my bed. I would not be okay with that.”

We’ve met before.

She was responsible for taking our former

foster son into care because she used a 911 call to escalate an interaction.

That sounds freaking familiar

It was so obviously wrong that the judge questioned why he was even taken into foster care in the first place.

The judge’s ruling made her look foolish in court.

And she knows we helped to prove it.