the brutality to these woman and children, was funded by plagiarizing the song 'yes ,i can fly' from me. before that song he was basically just another artist, but that song won awards. i wrote that song.and because he was brutalizing woman and kids, he was GIVEN that song, that made his career, the monsters that call themselves, so called 'AIR' violate peoples privacy, under the smoke screen of pretending to protect people, they see WHO would go along with rape, child molestation and child pornography, then these social path's they requite.. they can 'trust ' them not to talk out about injustice and torture of me, because they are already criminals. they can arrest them if they speech out, or because they make money from this child molestation, it is an illegal rape cabal, and from MY ROYALTIES, were the real money! they have power in the so called entertainment business, most,are satanist, all are evil supporting rape, child molestation, many work for the system! that is why whistle blowers are 'hunted like a crocodile' [song 'shelter', Bob Dylan] they are manipulative and self centered and devoid of the suffering they cause their victims, i have dealt with these aholes ALL my life!the song i wrote, was 'yes, i can fly' i was divorcing my ex husband, i was a 5 time cancer survivor, i lost my singing voice when i was diagnosed with cancer at age 20. i also lost my ballet career, i was already being plagiarized and used for this game, by people to 'CONTROL' the arts. have artist they could use, supporting racism, sexism and hate.i had been brutally raped, ,so i came back, with cancer to help start pne of the first rape crisis hot lines on the west coast, for men, woman and children.my ex had become after years and years of marriage, a brutal monster when my cancer returned and after years and years of failed pregnancies, miscarriages i finally carried a pregnancy to a life wonderful baby.but the cancer was likely to come back and it did, my ex did want to be 'stuck' with the baby, or with a sick wife with cancer. i had been the main support of that marriage all through our married life, my juggling shows, i taught myself to juggle after i had terminal cancer, i wrote, made the costumes, did the music and performed in my own shows.i was no longer my ex's meal ticket, so he was doing drugs, being unfaithful and shady., and brutal when he did come home. my first juggling gig, i filed for divorce. i after years of trying to help him, when he got violent with not just me but my child, i filed for divorce. he meant me at one of my favorite spots on the Mollala river outside Portland Ore.we discussed calmly our divorce, it was decided i would have complete custody of my child, and the amount in child support and alimony he would pay, he had already broken my back and arm and my head open, at me with brain swelling from cancer you can't imagine the agony that caused!he had got a ob, for the first time in our married life, driving bus and unknown to me, worked with computers, new at the time, and in illegal surveillance day as we sat and talked and figured out our break up, at what i believed would be a peaceful separation, a car, awhoite pick up was parked up high on the bank above the river, i was suspicious, wondering what they were up to and if they were watching us.my ex said no, course, and 'not to worry' when after juggling, eating a lunch i had packed, it was time to go, my ex said he would haul the juggling and picnicking stuff up the hill to the car, and he took my dogs. i had seen 2 little boys that had also seen me, i am pretty famous as a juggler, they wanted to see me juggle. my ex demanded i would just carry my toddler up the hill, he said he wanted to be a help and his main thing would be to make sure me and my baby were; 'safe' and together. so after he had had started up the hill i started the slow climb of a woman with cancer up the steep hill, holding my baby.as i rounded the corner near the top, my ex had taken off his t-shirt and was waving it up and down, a hot day i figured he was drying it. the dogs were locked in the car, the pickup squealed from its parking place and spun gravel as it pulled in to the turn off where we were parked, unrolled the window and pointed an m-16 BIG automatic rifle at me, smiled and said 'your going to die, SORRY,' said sarcastically. my ex was on the other side of the clearing, i had no were to run as the path down was in their line of fire, so i wrapped myself around my child and jumped off the cliff.about a 40 foot drop onto rocks, i held on with everything to my child protecting him from the rocks, i hit three time, i was bashed to hell, but i did not let go! at the bottom i could hear slamming car doors and got to my feet remembered my dads words, a WW 2 vet ,and ran zig-zag like a rabbit. earlier, during the day i had scouted out a rock overhang near the river, i made for it, as bullet after bullet flew by me. i got there looked at my child, he was laughing! i was bleeding all over but he did not have a scratch on him! i was so thankful! i am a juggler and grabbed two big rocks. i was going to make them come to me and i can THROW! i knew i would take at least one of those monster out, the shooting stopped, thy did not know where i was!i hushed my baby and listened, i smelled cigarette smoke, i heard laughter, they were saying 'shes dead, look at all that blood!' they were sure i was had been hit and would bleed out, the blood was from me hitting the rocks when i fell' as my bay laughed and gurgled at me i realized this was great fun to him, his mum the juggler, had learned a new tri ck, i had learned to FLY! grimly i gathered more rocks.then i heard them saying i would 'bleed' out ' no one could live with that much blood loss, so they were just going to take off before the cops came.me and my kid would die soon anyhow, and the pic-up speed away.when the truck pulled out i picked up my child and ran up the hill, knowing my ex was in the open i knew he had to be full of holes like Swiss cheese, and he had never allowed me to drive the car, but i would damn well drive now and get hi to hospital and save his life if he was still alive!he was standing there smoking, when he saw me he turned as white as his t-shirt, 'your alive' he gasped' 'yeah' i yelled and said'look the baby is fine, not a scratch on him!' 'that's just wonderful' he said deadpan, then he started to scream, 'quick' he said, 'i'll go get them, i 'll kill them, they tried to kill my wife and kid, he threw me into the car, i was screaming,'No! No! they have a great big gun i have juggling clubs! no we'll call the police!' he said 'NO Police! there mine, when the car got close to their pickup, it got close enough for me to see their license, i recorded it. i made him stop at the gas station store, farmers restrained my ex so i could call the sheriff while the woman that worked there worked me over and stopped my bleeding, when the sheriff got there he and everyone else though my ex was involved but i could not believe it, no man wants their kids dead! well r Kelly lady doesn't care about his kid except for show, the sheriff had 'orders' not to arrest my ex. years later i saw the same pick up again, he lived next to my ex, his then girl friend who had a tree some with him and 15 year old niece. i wrote the song 'yes i can fly' after what happened to me that day and R Kelly made a fortune from stealing it and used the funds to make more woman's and kids lives hell! they stole everything from me, my home, my career, violence, injustice, and everyday i still go through gas lighting, hate crimes and my poor children's lives always being sabotaged from these vile monsters! everyday i am not paid my royalties its supports rape, child molestation, my new work i can't publish, i have no private life, is renewable energy, this has supported rapes, injustice and far worse with rising cancer rates, to survive and have any economy, truth restitution and pay me my royalties, to Roberta May Hope Caster, and my kids, Hope under torture, i still have no life ,live under torture and i saw that song and others i wrote used for everything i hate, this movement gave birth to the tRump movement and fascism, i was the first to call him a fascist and wake folks up! free me, keep outing these monster, all you that have suffered from R Kelly, know how terribly i have suffered too! HOPE i still face injustice everyday, the work they were trying to kill me for was the number one best selling children's stories. that was in the early 1990's, and it is still going, violation and hate crimes i suffer every day.after i wrote this i took a bus to class, i was stocked with a white pick up at the bus stop, one hate crime out of millions. injustice, gang socking, and everyday i still go through gas lighting, hate crimes and my poor children's lives always being sabotaged from these vile monsters! everyday i am not paid my royalties its support's, molestation,rape and if anyone really wants to make a dent in the rape and cruelty and injustice to all workers, paying me and stopping this would sure help! HOPE Jan 31 2024 R Kelly preview you tube post