Robin is not a criminal. He's not dangerous. He's a person just like you—someone who trusted that the world was fair, that laws protected the innocent, and that justice prevailed. But Robin's story shattered every illusion he ever had.
Robin’s nightmare began when police stormed his home looking for someone who wasn't there. They held him captive for five days without charge, destroying and stealing his property. His public defender turned his back on him, and vague charges were crafted from thin air. Justice was never part of their plan.
Robin faced unimaginable humiliation: arrested at his own trial because a judge falsely claimed he was absent—while he was actually already jailed. The deception was exposed publicly, yet nothing changed. His private attorney quit after police interference, leaving Robin defenseless, betrayed by the very system designed to protect him.
Judge Jenny Pitts Manier took control and silenced Robin in court. With his lawyer shouting him down, evidence proving his innocence was ignored. Even after his lawyer quit, Robin was sentenced anyway. Charges were illegally altered post-conviction. Robin received threats from those meant to uphold justice.
Robin’s probation was fraudulently revoked by officials who falsified documents. Illegally imprisoned, Robin found himself trapped by deceit, powerless against those who weaponized the law to destroy his life.
Deputy Eric Dietrich broke into Robin’s home illegally, later admitting this in court. Arrested again, this time over a harmless YouTube video, Robin endured solitary confinement for over 190 days on a crippling bond. Denied medical treatment, mocked, and tortured by jail staff while suffering a severe infection, Robin refused to confess to crimes he never committed.
Despite a complete lack of evidence or witnesses, Robin’s charges persisted. In a shocking admission, prosecutors confessed his conviction was motivated by personal grudges, reducing his felony conviction to a misdemeanor to evade scrutiny.
Robin filmed police stealing from his home, fighting bravely to reclaim his property. Prosecutors responded by fabricating more charges. Forced to defend himself, Robin secured dismissals but never recovered his stolen possessions.
In 2025, Robin was violently displaced from his home by his ex-partner, Clausetta Shinaul, who manipulated his trauma to seize his property through fraud. Authorities backed the criminals, leaving Robin homeless, frightened, and abandoned.
Robin has faced pain, betrayal, and isolation because society struggles to recognize him as a victim. But he refuses to be invisible. He refuses to remain silent. He asks not for sympathy, but for solidarity and justice.
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YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO FEAR YOUR GOVERNMENT, WHEN WILL ENOUGH BE ENOUGH TO FIGHT BACK?
~For The Record~
"I never hurt anyone, I never forced myself on anyone, and I've accepted that my life is over for no fault of mine. The person who claimed to love and know me the most is the one who will get the most pleasure out of my demise. That fact alone speaks volumes. I was Never Known by anyone. SO let me introduce you to myself.
I am Robin Dale Kilgore Peppers,
I stood for faith. I stood for devotion.
I stood for those who can not stand for themselves and I've never quit fighting even when I know I'd lose for what I believe in.
I was a brother, I supported my family tirelessly even through years of neglect and abuse by them.
I was a man better than my father and my father's father and I devoted my life to carrying the weight others couldn't.
I fix their lives, I fix their things and no matter how much abuse I took from society, I still tried to love everyone unconditionally.
I tired to respect everyone as much as I could, and do what is right by others instead of myself.
I have suffered so much in my 41 years from the abuse and neglect that it hurts to wake up.
Everyday I cry myself awake. And everyday I work supporting others like Clauzetta the Worthless and
Kane L Koochy until my heart stops and I collapse on the ground where ever I fall.
And you know what's truly fucked up? That EVERYONE walks over my lifeless body as if it's another foot path.
My "brother" kane, my "Love" zetta, all her friends and family whom only ever used me,
step over my body and are mean to my dog for trying to protect it.
No one picks me up. No one calls 911.
No one does anything but wait expecting me wake up to ask me to fix their lives some more.
I die every fucking day! And I'm more happy unconscious than I am here on earth.
I don't suffer when I'm unconscious. I suffer every moment I'm awake.
Not from the excruciating pain of not receiving proper medical attention, not from the constant pulse I feel in my neck,
not from the numbness in my hands or legs or even from my completely destroyed shoulder that the doctors refuse to fix.
I suffer from having to know that not 1 single person in this world actually gives any type of fuck about me
or even what my mother fucking name stands for.
I
Am
Done.