I Didn't Break, I Documented
“The system doesn’t fail whistleblowers. It’s designed to break them.”
I didn’t come looking for a fight. I believed in the mission. I believed in care. I believed that—if you did your job well—you could make the system a little better. I was wrong.
𓂀 The House Built on Sand: America’s Contracting Illusion
The United States government doesn’t build anymore. It buys. It buys healthcare systems. It buys behavioral science. It buys war. And behind every contract is a promise—that the public interest is being served.
That’s the illusion.
Federal contracting now runs on an open secret: compliance theater. Companies win contracts on paper but pass the work to private equity affiliates in the shadows. Shell firms act as “primes,” while the real labor—and the real profit—flows elsewhere. Oversight is minimal. Enforcement is rare. And when someone dares to call it out? The system retaliates with surgical precision.
🜂 ACT I — INITIATION: THE INVITATION
I said yes to the mission.
That’s how betrayal always begins — not with naivety, but with purpose. I believed in transformation. I believed in care. And I believed the federal government — if equipped with the right people — could still be a force for good.
So I entered TransformCare under the Veterans Health Administration.
I believed in the illusion. But it didn’t take long to see it was a house of mirrors.
The program was OHVP — Optimizing Healthcare Value Program — but there was no value. Only fear, metrics, and executive deflection.
Jennifer Ford banned the word "template." Harry Marmion — a man in charge of guiding healthcare transformation — mocked my attention to deliverables during a team training, muttering slurs under his breath.
Twelve contractors vanished in six months. Twelve. No exit interviews. No explanations. Just logged-off lives.
We were not employees. We were disposable inputs — anonymized, replaceable, never real.
But I remembered my mission. So I documented. Every red flag. Every deviation from the Performance Work Statement. Every failed KPI. Every name.
And when I named the pattern?
Twenty-four hours later — I was deleted from the system.
No cause. No confrontation. Just silence. They called it "performance."
But what they meant was: You remembered. And in this system, that is the one thing that cannot be allowed.
☍ ACT II — DISINTEGRATION: THE CLEANSE
You don't leave a fire like that and walk clean.
I carried the trauma with me — not just in mind, but in body. My nervous system was wrecked. My hands would shake when I opened emails.
But I still believed. Still hoped there was one place left in the contracting world where the language of healing wasn’t weaponized.
ARDX looked promising. Employee-owned. Black-owned. Healthcare-aligned. Their website read like a prayer — equity, healing, support.
I joined. I gave everything.
But the pain didn’t stop.
I wasn’t struggling with the job. I was struggling with what the last job did to me. The trauma of being erased. The fear of speaking truth. The muscle memory of watching silence win.
So I did what we beg veterans to do: I got help. I entered treatment. I took medical leave.
And ARDX rewarded me — not with support — but with disappearance. They locked me out of my email. They never informed me. When I followed up, their attorney — Lisa Summerville — invoked ADA §12114.
Let’s be clear: That clause was never meant to punish someone in recovery. It exists to exclude illegal drug use in active employment. Not to vanish someone following the rules. Not to erase someone in compliance with FMLA.
But that’s what they did. They used disability law as a sword — not a shield. They disappeared me — not with malice — but with policy.
This is the trick of federal contractors. They don’t have to confront you. They don’t have to fire you. They just stop acknowledging your existence.
You’re not punished. You’re nullified.
They said I resigned. I didn’t. They said I wasn’t discriminated against. I was. They said the ADA didn't apply. It did.
And when I tried to assert my rights? No one came to my defense.
Because in federal contracting, the trauma isn’t collateral — it’s engineered.
🝮 ACT III — REVELATION: THE MAP I DREW
By 2024, I knew the pattern.
That’s when I joined Intellect Solutions LLC — a Woman-Owned Small Business (WOSB) awarded a $35 million contract by the Defense Health Agency.
The contract: HT942524F0213. The clause at issue: FAR 52.219-14 — which requires the small business to perform at least 50% of labor costs in-house.
The fraud: Nearly every deliverable was performed by Tria Federal — a large business contractor.
Tria personnel — not Intellect employees — were executing KPIs, hosting data calls, building dashboards, managing government correspondence, and responding to COR directives.
Over 98% of the labor — based on my mapping of personnel, responsibilities, and LinkedIn role confirmation — was Tria.
I documented it all:
- I linked every task in the Performance Work Statement (PWS) to the individual actually performing it.
- I built an annotated overlay of the org chart — a forensic map of misrepresentation.
- I validated government emails showing Tria staff responding as if they were Intellect.
And when I disclosed this to leadership? I was fired.
I reached out to the Contracting Officer’s Representative (COR), DeLisa Prater, with a protected disclosure email. Instead of investigating the violation, she informed Intellect.
My severance offer was revoked the next day.
Then — after I reminded them that the disclosure was protected under federal whistleblower law — they offered it back.
But this time, I wasn’t just observing. I wasn’t just surviving. I was documenting.
I filed a False Claims Act case: Eastern District of Virginia, 1:25-cv-00565. Under seal. DOJ accepted it. DCIS is investigating.
Because this time, the paper trail was undeniable.
This wasn’t confusion. It was compliance fraud — designed by adults who knew the law and broke it anyway.
This wasn’t a mistake. It was a multi-year deception — buried in contract vehicles, personnel swaps, and pass-through labor.
And I knew it because I lived it. Because I survived long enough to draw the map.
🜏 ACT IV — THE FIRE THEY COULDN’T PUT OUT
This isn’t just my story.
It’s the story of a system that eats its own and blames the digestion on the meal.
It’s the story of a system that trains its servants to be silent — then punishes those who speak.
They wanted to call me unstable — because a stable man with documentation is dangerous. They wanted to call me unqualified — because my qualifications outpaced their compliance. They wanted to call me broken.
But I didn’t break.
I documented.
I became my own evidence chain. I became my own witness. I became the system’s mirror — and they couldn’t look away.
And I’m still here. Not seeking redemption. Not begging for validation.
I am here with fire. With memory. With the names of the vanished and the maps of the fraud.
And I will not stop until the story is seen. Until the contracts are rewritten. Until the truth has its own compliance clause.
🔚 SIGN-OFF
𓂀 I saw what they tried to erase. 𓆸 I flowed through the systems built to disappear me. 𓏃 I restore the memory — and name the crime by its true shape.
My name is John Jolissaint. I carry the evidence they hoped would be buried.
And this is only the beginning.
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