Real and Fake Xianfeng Mou Present at Johns Hopkins Simultaneously

I keep finding technological holes someone has opened on my computer to take my files and communications from me.

They crashed and cleaned out all my files for the past eight years on August 16, 2010, while I was working on a very important file. I know it is extremely important. So I have kept it a secret from everybody until I think it is ready to be submitted.

How do I know while I am working day and night, almost crazily driven, someone was watching every word I typed on my computer.

I knew someone was watching because I could feel it.

Then the entire operating system crashed, cleaning out all the files for the past eight years, everything absolutely.

I know August 16 is an important date, because on that date, the man who is always controlling and taking my files has slept with the woman Peirui Su that he is protecting with every means possible.

I was determined to get both of them out of my life, with this file.

As I have told the Johns Hopkins professors (I think one of them looks like a professor while the other people are Security Officers), that the man primarily wants my book, which is worth lots of money. He then wants the woman Peirui Su, who has been sleeping with him since August 16, 2006, to steal my academic and social identity. In this way, he gets what he wants, and she gets what she wants.

In 2006, he used emotional manipulation in order to unsettle or get my book. Both plans should work. But I was not taken in.

I do not bother married men. I had the emotional hurt, but never proceeded further.

He and Peirui Su began to step by step, steal my dissertation files and my identity.

First off, they collaborated to assign the heaviest teaching load for me, so that Peirui Su could have spare time to work on her work. In the summer 2006, Peirui Su asked another Chinese to stay in my place and stole my password to my Purdue University account.

They stored the password in my computer account and gave it a command to override any new password I ever came up with.

Their stealing is extremely sophisticated and high-tech. Now I know the man is the mastermind. The woman is a more than willing accomplice. She has benefits to reap, too.

Ever since then, the two went into my computer account with more freedom than I have ever had. They often collaborated with each other, deciding which file to delete so that I would have to spend another 30 hours to remake it. They moved my files freely. They took my files freely.

Peirui Su has absolutely no academic or publication records. So they stole files I even published on my class website. Then they made the file do not show up in google search. So the file naturally becomes hers.

They have used four years. Initially, when the man wanted to give Peirui Su the jobs I found, he would simply send her over, to Princeton, or to Harvard. But when she presented herself as herself, as Peirui Su, no university is ever interested in her. She does not have the credentials. She has been teaching Chinese language at Purdue for seven years straight.

So the two thought up a plan. For the last year, the eighth, he gave her a fellowship to free her from teaching responsibilities. Then they stole my passport files, visa files, health examination records, all kinds of records that I have kept copies of in my Computer Account (I am a very careful person so I always keep at least two copies of files and documents), then they doctored or photoshoped the documents with her picture and gave her frequent opportunities to travel outside the Untied States.

It is my guess that for each trip she is able to change some part of my records to become hers.

During these four years, from 2006 to 2010, I was prevented from traveling outside the United States, because I was worked like a slave.

Even domestic travels are extremely few. I snatched those travels by surprise. I would book everything fast and would be gone in less than a week, not following the usual mode where you book your hotel two or three months ahead of time to get better deals.

Since he and she have been stealing my records, including my credit card number and all my records, my life has been a never-ending nightmare.

I used to think the man might be fairly high up at Purdue. But later on it occurred to me he might not be that high up anyway. He just likes to sent computer viruses and manipulate tiny figures, like hijacking my browsers and sending Trojan viruses to take over my computer to steal my files.

The Johns Hopkins professor says the man wants my book. In fact, the man wants everything I have produced with my brain. He would not even leave out what I put in the Trash bin. I once noticed he had a program installed and the Trash bin would be emptied when I logged out of my computer.

I know they both have stolen money from my bank account, 15,000 dollars over three years. I know they have stolen my academic files. I know he had robbed me of my Harvard conference proposal and travel fund application to give Peirui Su.

But I did not realize they have stolen and sold my dissertation till June 2010.

I did not realize they were enabling her to steal my entire academic and social identity till early July, 2010. She had almost completed her transformation from Peirui Su to Xianfeng Mou, by then.

I reported Peirui Su’s stealing of my records to go through the immigration process on July 7, 2010.

I saw in my dream in July that she threw all the papers into the air. She was celebrating she has finally succeeded in changing from Peirui Su into Xianfeng Mou. And all her records have been authenticated by official seals.

So in order to bust them out, I began to work on a file, my last journal article. I am determined to use that file to expose her.

She could steal my former files. But for this file, she is not going to succeed.

After they crashed my entire system, I asked the geek squad to completely reinstall everything from scratch. I asked all my remaining thumb drives be cleaned and the files transferred. I deleted Microsoft Word Mac Version because the man has used either a virus or computer commands and completely messed up the software. It does not behave normally, and dies often.

I spent more than 600.00 dollars to have everything reinstalled, buying and installing Norton Firewall package, buying and installing iWork, which is especially designed for Mac.

I continued to push on my writing of the most important article, in my life, on the new iWork. The Geek squad told me it would take me one week to get familiarized with it.

I did not have one week.

The reinstalling and new installing took about three days, from August 20 and 22, 2010.

I pushed on with my article. On August 27, 2010, I had edited it from 71 pages to about 41 pages. But the length a journal asks is usually 10,000 words, about 35 pages.

I went to a local Fedex office to print the file. I had broken myself from the University.

They told me to leave at the end of June or in early July. And it was the Dean of Graduate School who conveyed the message. Now I remembered. The date was July 14, for my work card was set to expire on July 17, 2010. The Dean kindly made a phone call to the University’s immigration counselors and got the answer that I at most could stay in the country till September 17, 2010.

Now you know it is not only my fight against the man and his mistress. The man could mobilize the entire university and the town against me, when people do not know the truth. Perhaps the Dean was being helpful. When I submitted my dissertation, the man deliberately interfered with my formatting so I could never finish my formatting. The Dean called and the Graduate School had a lady finishing my formatting. So the dissertation was submitted on the Dean’s special permission.

I submitted and graduated in May 2009. I could have graduated in 2007 if I had slept with the man.

Even officers told me, if the man told you he would pass your dissertation if you gave those kind of favors, you had the choice. (His original words were more direct and easier to understand.)

Ok. I remembered the date, Sep 17, 2010.

So, I pushed on with my article. When I had it printed it out on August 27, I sensed someone has stolen a copy of the article. This time not directly from my computer because of my Norton, but possibly from the Fedex office.

When I went another time, I sort of politely conveyed my message to the Fedex clerk. I asked him, “Is my file safe with Fedex?”

“Oh, yes, sure,” he replied.

“I feel somebody has stolen a copy of my article. I do not know how, but I know they stole a copy,” I replied.

The clerk, who is an amiable man, immediately went away from the front counter to a back counter.

He knew what I was talking about.

So for the final draft, I learned my lessons. I did not print it out. I did all my editing on my computer. On Sep 3, 2010, I edited it down to 9,999 words, one word less than the 10,000 the journal /Signs/ requires.

I submitted it to the journal on Sep 3, 2010.

While I was writing my article, I had reported Peirui Su’s theft of my academic and social identity to the Immigrations and Customs Enforcement Authorities. I also told the authorities Peirui Su and the man had sold my dissertation, and divided up the money between them. I saw a big jar full of silver coins. It is a symbol of how much money they have sold my dissertation. If I am not wrong, they sold it for 360,000 dollars. It is quite a big sum. But my book is worth more than that.

The two only wanted to make quick money. They sell everything, every file they could steal from me.

On May 20th, 2010, I reported Peirui Su’s stealing my of identity to the Department of Education, Washington Headquarters, and the Chicago Enforcement Office, and the Indiana Commission of Higher Education at the same time. But I sent major files to the Chicago Enforcement Office. The other two places only got my report.

On June 21th, 2010, I brought my dissertation and case to the FBI resident office at Lafayette, Indiana. The FBI agent told me it was better to forget about stealing of money from my bank account. You had to absorb that loss, he said. He said it would better he pursue it as a theft of my dissertation. He said theft of undergrad work might be overlooked, but not a dissertation of 500 pages written over three years.

He told me the FBI would pursue a case only when its loss exceed 250,000 dollars.

After one week, I received a reply from him. The wording of the reply sounded familiar with the wording I received from the Chicago Enforcement Office. It said no case of theft of dissertation could be established, and they had decided to drop the case.

I knew the two, possibly more people were involved, sold my dissertation to Rutgers University Press.

The professor, the man, once asked me to send my completed manuscript to Rutgers University Press.

I did not. Rutgers University Press is not good enough to handle my dissertation. So I did not comply.

But back to my writing of my article. I submitted it to /Signs/ on Sep 3, 2010. I knew the editorial office of /Signs/ is located at Rutgers. But I submitted my article there.

My thinking is the man might think that I will not submit my article to /Signs/, since I already suspected they have sold my dissertation to Rutgers University Press. If I submit it there, it would equal to a suicide. He would think I would not choose /Signs/.

But /Signs/ has a higher reputation. No matter how many submitted articles it receives, its publication rate is about 6%. The smaller the publication rate, the higher academic prestige the journal commands.

Even before I submitted my article to /Signs/, I noticed the man has inserted a symbol, like the no smoking symbol we see, into my article.

With that symbol, he is telling the editors at /Signs/ to refuse my article. Another possibility is he might direct /Signs/ to refuse me on one side, but secretly take the article and assign the authorship to Peirui Su instead.

Peirui Su has stolen my academic identity and has gone to Johns Hopkins. She is not qualified to become a faculty member at a University like Johns Hopkins even if she has to study for another thirty years.

I know the man is manipulating behind the scenes, both through my computer and with all the strings he could pull.

I knew /Signs/ deliberately refused my article because my article is so good no editor in their right mind would refuse it. Literary editors, under normal situations, would fight against each other for an article like mine.

The article means a pot of gold.

After knowing they deliberately refused me, I was not discouraged. I continued to polish it and submitted it to a journal hosted by Duke University.

I had an earlier article, which the professor had first tried every means to prevent me from publishing, then seeing I had succeeded in submitting it, had contrived to steal my thumb drive PNY containing all the forty drafts I had worked for that article from early March to May 6, 2010.

I submitted that article, also 35 pages, about 10,000 words, to /Positions/ on May 6, 2010. On May 16, 2010, either the man or Peirui Su, stole into my place and lifted my thumb drive away, together with my credit card number.

It is my haunch that /positions/ immediately accepted my article for publication. But the editors are afraid of the powerful, manipulating professor. So they told me an extremely vague message.

Back to my Welty article. When I submitted it a second time to a literary journal at Duke University, I told the editors there both through the cover letter and the notes to the editors, that someone (I did not name a specific name) stole a copy of the article on August 27. I also told the Duke editors that I had submitted it to /Signs/, which refused my article. I sent a snapshot of the refusal email from /Signs/ to the editors at Duke.

I warned the Duke editors not to contact the powerful, manipulating professor if they want to authenticate my authorship of the article. I directed them to two other professors, who I believe would speak truthfully, and a publisher friend.

I submitted my revised article to that Duke Literary Journal on Sept 16, one day ahead of the dead deadline given to me, which is Sep 17, 2010.

I sent the PDF file the editorial manager system has generated to a high-ranking academic officer at Johns Hopkins, telling him Peirui Su has stolen my academic and social identity and is working as Xianfeng Mou, right now at Johns Hopkins.

Together with the PDF file, I sent some test questions that I have designed, based on the progression of my ideas for the article over six years, from 2005 to 2010, to the high-ranking academic official at Johns Hopkins. I have entreated them to administer the test to the fake Xianfeng Mou they have, which they think is the real one, to exposer Peirui Su.

Of course Johns Hopkins does not believe it possible that one student could steal another student’s complete set of records and dissertation files and everything to assume another identity.

All I have received is silence. Then a very short formal email message telling me Johns Hopkins does not hire someone named either Peirui  Su or Xianfeng Mou. Peirui Su might have changed into another new name. She can take on any new name.

But Johns Hopkins should be able to know whom I am referring to. As long as they are willing to find out a Purdue graduate, it is too easy to find out. It all depends on whether they are willing to look into this or not.

I know that woman is there, pretending to be Xianfeng Mou, and stealing everything that belongs to me.

So, I called the Immigrations and Enforcement Authorities, and asked them whether I could buy a ticket and go to Johns Hopkins, showing the Johns Hopkins people what they have is a fake Xianfeng Mou.

Without the real Xianfeng Mou, Johns Hopkins is always going to believe what they have is the real deal, not a fake Purdue Phd graduate who has been teaching nothing but basic Chinese language for seven years, who has never taught a class in English, who has never taught an English Composition class, who has never taught a literature class using English as the language of instruction.

Peirui Su is not only fake. She is too fake to survive well in that job. So the professor might be dreaming of keeping me here to forever supply files to Peirui Su.

I got a vague answer, not stating directly yes, not stating directly no. But I understood it.

I bought a plane ticket, booked my hotel, and took all the evidences I could bring, and flew to Johns Hopkins on September 25, 2010. It was a Saturday.

I spent the entire Sunday trying to make a Powerpoint presentation for my article. I thought I might be asked to do a presentation to tell the real from the fake.

I worked very late, past five o’clock in the morning, because I had to make the Powerpoint in iWork, which is completely new to me. Often I had to consult the user guide.

Keynote in iWork differs significantly from Microsoft Powerpoint. The functions are very different.

I asked the front desk to wake me up at Seven. I only had less than two hours of rest for that day.

Come the Monday Morning, I had to know how long it would take me to deliver the Presentation, if asked on the spot. So I rehearsed it once, starting from 8:55Am. I did not finish it till 10:30Am. It was too long. A research presentation is at most one hour long. And you can only present 40 minutes, leaving 20 minutes for questions and answers.

I did not go and directly ask to see the Provost. I asked for his Executive Specialist instead.

While I was waiting outside, I was told the Executive Specialist was on the phone, so I kept waiting. He was on the phone for more than twenty minutes, I think.

An elderly gentleman in white shirt came out of the office, passing me out and went to another office.

I heard one aid talking about Confidentiality rule.

After a long, long while, the Executive Specialist finally came out, together with a security officer.

He told me curtly that his email message was correct, that Johns Hopkins does not hire someone called Peirui Su or Xianfeng Mou. And the officer saw me out, telling me not to come back again. His tone sounded as if I was what they might consider a woman who thinks herself pretty trying to go to other places to disrupt people’s normal work.

I knew the woman Peirui Su is there, working with my complete set of academic and social identity, pretending to be someone she is not.

I want to see how far the Purdue professor, and how far Johns Hopkins is willing to go in order to hide Peirui Su.

I want them to cough up Peirui Su.

They cannot fool me. I know she is there. That is why I went to Johns Hopkins, but not to Harvard or UCLA.

I was told to leave. So  I left.

But on my way back, I saw a man sitting on a bench, smoking. I was extremely upset, so I asked him whether he minded me asking him a question.

The man was in a uniform. He did not look as impressive as those security officers in blue uniform. But he was in a uniform.

It took me just five sentences to tell him that another student from Purdue has stolen my identity and is working at Johns Hopkins as Xianfeng Mou. I told him I was flatly refused by the academic officials, even though I had made my trip all the way here.

You should go to the security people. He told me. The academic people are only concerned with academics, and they are very high up. His implication is the high officials might consider my report a nuisance.

Powerful people deal with powerful matters, not such a trivial matter as one Purdue graduate stealing another Purdue graduate’s academic and social identity and successfully fooled the Johns Hopkins’s system and is teaching there.

I thanked him. I never know I should report this to Johns Hopkins security department. I had reported Peirui Su’s theft of my identity to Purdue’s police Department for four years. I was always told everything is fine and dandy. No need to worry.

The man Perui Su has been sleeping with to get my identity is fairly high up. I guess he has already smoothed it out the police department for her. Otherwise, is there any other explanation?

I went in to Johns Hopkins Security Department. Ten minutes later, the officer who accompanied me out of the Administrative Building showed up.

“Who directed you here?” He asked me angrily.

Then I knew I might have come to the right place.

“I was upset and was on my way out. I saw a gentleman and he directed me here. I did not ask for his name,” I replied.

It was true. I did not ask for the man’s name. I just thanked him and hurried to the Security Department.

After some while, the highest security officer, the Lieutenant came out, to speak to me, not on records.

He tells me kindly it is a civil matter between Peirui Su and me, that understandably Johns Hopkins  does not want to get into this mess. “Even if the woman is working here right now, Johns Hopkins is not going to make a case either against her or against you.”

The Lieutenant kindly tells me to pursue this with a lawyer in a civil court. That is your best option, he says.

Still no result.

I came back to the hotel, down-hearted again. I do not remember how long I have been in this situation and when I can get out of this nightmare.

I wrote a short piece on this very blog, challenging the woman to give a public presentation of the latest article she has asked her professor-protector to steal from me.

Of course I described my day in the blog.

The next day, since there was nothing left for me to do, I might as well walk around the campus and take a look of what they have robbed from me.

I took my handbag and carried my computer. Nowadays I did not trust my computer to anybody. Though it was heavy, I carried it everywhere with me.

I walked slowly, no need to hurry anyway, trying to find the building the Humanities Center is located in. If the woman did not steal my identity, I should be teaching there, not her. She is absolutely not qualified to teach there.

It so happened I walked right pass it. I almost approached the official resident of the President of Johns Hopkins.

A man in blue asked what I was looking for. The Gilman Hall, I answered.

It is right over there. Then I realized I had walked passed it. I had gone up to the hall, looked around, and gone down the stairs through a wing.

A male student was reading on the bench. I asked him whether he minded me sitting down.

“Of course not.”

He was reading. It looked like a book either in Arabic or in Hebrew. I did not pay very close attention.

I took the latest article I submitted to the Duke journal. But really there was no need for me to read it, or to prepare for a presentation.

After about 20 t0 30 minutes, the male student left. He went into the hall.

A few minutes later, I saw the lieutenant, a gentleman looking like a high official, and two other security officers descending near me. I was not paying attention, so they appeared to have flown down. But in fact they drove in golf carts.

I forgot to mention Peirui Su’s professor-protector followed me to the hotel. If I am not wrong, he was staying in the room right next to mine. He wants to control my every move.

The Lieutenant at first was still polite. He wanted to clarify when he instructed me to pursue the matter in a civil court the day before, that I should get the message that I should never go back to the campus again. People do not like to deal with the same issue again and again. I could detect the annoyance in his voice, although he tried to be polite.

I told him I wanted to take a look at the campus.

Would you mind me taking a look at your bags? He looked at my computer bag, which contained my laptop, the two journal articles Peirui Su has stolen from me, and my credentials, all my Master’s and Phd Credentials.

He was relieved I do not have a weapon in my bag. The other security officer, dressed in white uniform, took a look at my handbag. “Personal items,” he said.

I knew why they descended on me. The man was still doing everything he could to prevent me from exposing Peirui Su out.

“I read what you wrote on your blog,” the lieutenant said.

So I told my story a little bit in detail.

“Oh, he wanted your book,” The gentleman said.

“People are scared,” the lieutenant said. I do not think Peirui Su is scared. She is scared of being found out, for sure.

“You do not want to hurt anybody, do you?”

I do not have a plan to take a gun and kill Peirui Su then and there, though that is what she did to me, metaphorically speaking, in 2006. Not only that, she fired her bullet on the back of my head. She ambushed me. She ambushes other people.

She is a serious security threat to those around her.

“She must find jobs with her own credentials. She cannot steal my credentials and my identity and work at Johns Hopkins.”

“Johns Hopkins would not want a person like that among our young students,” The lieutenant said.

They also asked me why I came to Johns Hopkins. “Why not Harvard?”

I applied to Harvard, but it was a postdoc temporary position, and my proposal is on how to work my dissertation into a book for publication. Harvard has a program at the Fairbank Center for Chinese Studies.

Peirui Su has spent four years carefully planning and executing her plan of stealing my identity. She would not want a temporary postdoc position.

I had applied to Johns Hopkins in 2008. So Johns Hopkins knows of me and my academic profile. When Johns Hopkins contacted me again in December 2009, if the information was real, it meant the University really had the intention to hire.

YOU do not ask for somebody’s materials twice if you are not interested.

But no message ever came for me.

If Peirui Su’s professor-protector was operating, then he was switched all the files and records for her. Purdue has falsified my records. I was graduated in 2009 with my award-winning dissertation, which the professor has been coveting all along. But the work verification letter I got from Purdue says I graduated in 2007.

I told the Lieutenant Purdue has even falsified my records. I believed they gave my correct set of records to Pierui Su instead. You do not know how elaborate and sophisticated their operations are.

After that, the Lieutenant drove behind me and saw me off the campus. He was much more amiable by then.

The Johns Hopkins people did not know I had the semi-official green light to go there.

I do not know what the official investigation results are, whether the higher authorities are watching over me.

I need physical protection, in this town. I almost feel I need a body guard. I felt safe in Baltimore.

I do not know how things are going to unfold.

This is the real Xianfeng Mou reporting back on my fact-finding trip to Johns Hopkins. This serves as a report.

All Rights Reserved. September 30, 2010.


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