I am a lifelong resident of Queens, NY—President Trump’s hometown. I graduated from Christ the King High School and earned a BA in Studio Art from Marymount Manhattan College. In 1992, I began a nine-year career as an NYPD Police Officer, retiring as a 9/11 First Responder. I’m a proud mother to my 21-year-old son and share my home with a beloved German Shepherd.
I’m passionate about art, volunteering to teach classes at a local public school and hosting an annual 9/11 Art Memorial. I’ve also contributed to my community by caring for the elderly, teaching religious education, and tending horses at a local stable.
Politically, I helped unseat Anthony Weiner by volunteering for Congressman Bob Turner’s campaign but stepped back after witnessing local corruption. Before January 6, 2021, I was working on an art project, still in progress.
In 2020, government mandates on vaccines and masks felt like creeping tyranny. I was stunned by the indifference of my neighbors, parish, and family. My rejection of media-driven hysteria—especially over masks—drew hostility. I was labeled a “grandma killer,” while Governor Cuomo’s nursing home policies and abortion laws caused real harm. As a Christian, I couldn’t stay silent.
When President Trump called supporters to DC to protest election interference, I initially hesitated, fearing the violent opposition I’d already faced from neighbors and online. But reflecting on veterans’ sacrifices for our rights, I overcame fear and left for DC on January 6, 2021.
The rally at the Ellipse was a beautiful outpouring of patriotism, a stark contrast to the division we’d endured. As we walked peacefully to the Capitol, I noticed no police or media presence. The crowd was calm, yet unguarded doors and absent officers raised questions. Inside, I was awestruck by the Rotunda when chaos erupted. Police actions defied protocol, escalating tensions. I prayed with them, but we were assaulted. Leaving was chaotic, with no guidance amid a growing crowd.
Returning home, I was heartbroken. The peaceful event was twisted into a violent narrative by Pelosi’s “J6 Committee.” When I tried to share the truth, people dismissed me, saying, “I saw it on TV.”
On January 28, 2021, the NYPD Terrorist Task Force and FBI questioned me. Months later, my home was raided, and I was arrested, framed by the Biden administration to paint Trump as an insurrectionist. My 2023 trial in DC, under Judge Boasberg, was a sham. He denied a venue change despite his and the jury’s bias, withheld exculpatory evidence, and sentenced me far beyond guidelines. My own lawyers lied, claiming Trump influenced me—a falsehood—and blocked me from testifying.
Sentenced to two years in prison and one year of supervised release, I served a year before receiving a pardon for crimes I didn’t commit. Now, I seek justice from the DOJ, FBI, and Capitol Police. With faith in God, I trust in vindication. Meanwhile, I continue my art, hoping to bring joy amid our nation’s challenges.
