College Cheating at USF: 10 Executives Who Lied On Their Resumes

The enclosed photograph is the actual fake bald cap that Dr. Catherine Wilkins created, and tried to deceive a cancer patient with. Professor Wilkins bought a skin-colored bald cap, cut off short pieces of her own hair, and then glued them to the bald cap. Dr. Wilkins then covered it with a red bandana and hat. USF Honors Instructor Dr. Wilkins falsely pretended she shaved her head. She wore this cruel fabrication in front of a cancer patient that recently was bald, that lost all of their own hair to ABVD chemotherapy. It was mental abuse perpetrated by Dr. Wilkins. Professor Wilkins then immorally used the cancer patient in more of her lies, in falsifying her school scholarships, and for college career advancement.

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10 Executives Who Lied On Their Resumes

By: Jon Mitchell

We learned that Yahoo CEO Scott Thompson’s resume boasts a computer science degree he never got. This news is likely to have a ripple effect as we learn who else in the Valley has tried to pull a stunt like this. Here’s what happened to 10 other executives who fibbed on their resumes.

Marilee Jones, Massachusetts Institute of Technology

Title: Dean of Admissions

Tenure: Hired at entry level in 1979, full-time dean of admissions from January 1998 – April 2007

Lie: Jones made up degrees from Union College and Albany Medical College, neither of which has any record of her attendance. She also claimed a degree from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, which she attended as a “part-time, non-matriculating student,” and she never earned a degree.

Punishment: She resigned. The dean for undergraduate education said MIT couldn’t “tolerate this kind of behavior.”

Kenneth Lonchar, Veritas Software

Title: Executive vice president and chief financial officer

Tenure: 1997-2002

Lie: Lonchar claimed to have an accounting degree form Arizona State University and an MBA from Stanford. He had an undergraduate degree from Idaho State University, but that’s it.

Punishment: Forced to resign. The company’s stock price promptly fell by 16%.

Ronald Zarrella, Bausch & Lomb

Title: Chief executive officer

Tenure: November 2001 – January 2008

Lie: Zarrella said he earned an MBA from the Stern School of Business at New York University. He did attend the program from 1972-1976, but he didn’t graduate. His previous employers never checked.

Punishment: He had to forfeit $1.1 million from a bonus.

George O’Leary, University of Notre Dame

Title: Head coach, football

Tenure: Five days, 2001

Lie: O’Leary claimed to have a earned master’s degree in education from “NYU-Stony Brook University,” which are two separate schools. In fact, he took two courses at SUNY Stony Brook and didn’t graduate. He also claimed to have earned three letters in football at the University of New Hampshire. He never even played in a game.

Punishment: It took five days after he was hired for his superiors to find the inaccuracies. O’Leary resigned. He blamed the inaccuracies on resume padding from earlier in his career, which “were never stricken.”

Jeff Papows, Lotus Corporation

Title: Chief executive officer

Tenure: 1993-2000

Lie: In 1999, the Wall Street Journal uncovered a boatload of lies. Papows exaggerated his rank in the military, made up a Ph.D from Pepperdine University and claimed to be an orphan, even though both parents were alive and well.

Punishment: Papows’ exaggerations came out at the same time as he was hit with a sexual discrimination lawsuit from a former employee. He resigned.

Dave Edmondson, RadioShack

Title: Chief executive officer

Tenure: Hired as vice president of marketing in 1994, CEO from 2005-2006

Lie: Edmondson made up psychology and theology degrees from the unaccredited Pacific Coast Baptist College in California. That school doesn’t even have a psychology program.

Punishment: He resigned.

Patrick Imbardelli, InterContinental Hotels Group

Title: Chief executive, Asia Pacific

Tenure: Hired at Bass, InterContinental’s predecessor, in 2000, chief executive, Asia Pacific from 2003-2007

Lie: Imbardelli falsely claimed he had a Bachelor of Business degree from Victoria University in Australia.

Punishment: He left the company on a two-month notice period. InterContinental Hotels did not disclose whether any compensation had been paid.

James Peterson, Microsemi Corporation

Title: President and chief executive officer

Tenure: 2000-present

Lie: Peterson falsely claimed to have a diploma from Brigham Young University, and the company repeated the claim in a press release.

Punishment: Peterson was fined $100,000 and forced to forego a bonus.

Richard Li, Pacific Century CyberWorks Ltd.

Title: Chairman

Tenure: 1994-present

Lie: The Pacific Century CyberWorks website claimed that Li “graduated from Stanford University with a degree in computer engineering.” Li actually left after three years without graduating.

Punishment: The media discovered the fabrication, but Li got away with it. The company admitted in a statement that he “left before completing his degree, for personal reasons.” Li said, “I was in a rush to go work at an investment bank, so I didn’t finish my course.” The oversight was blamed on lower-level company officials.

Albert J. Dunlap, Nitec

Title: President

Tenure: May 1974 – August 1976

Lie: Dunlap erased two jobs from his employment history after being terminated from both for a variety of reasons. He went on to have a storied career in the 1980s and ’90s as a brutal downsizer and cost cutter, which earned him the nickname “The Chainsaw” and made his autobiography, Mean Business, a best seller.

Punishment: Dunlap was fired by Max Phillips & Son of Eau Claire, Wis. after just seven weeks for neglecting his duties and talking disparagingly about his bosses. He was fired by Nitec for accounting fraud and bad management. In 1998, Dunlap was fired as CEO from Sunbeam following accusations of accounting fraud. When The New York Times revealed he had worked for and been fired by Max Phillips & Son and Nitec, he was investigated by the Securities and Exchange Commission and eventually paid $500,000 in fines without admitting or denying the allegations. He paid $15 million to settle shareholder lawsuits and was banned by the SEC from serving as an officer or director of public companies.

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COLLEGE CHEATING COVER-UP SPANS ENTIRE CAREER:

USF Honors College Professor Perpetrates then Covers-Up Double Life – Adultery, Scholarship Cheating, Abuses Cancer Patient to Work in Mental Health and Around Other Medical Patients

USF’s brightest students, world’s future leaders taught by dishonorable scholarship-cheating professor Dr. Wilkins.

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Ironically, Dr. Catherine Wilkins teaches classes in Mental Health, one as a popular USF Honors capstone course. Dr. Wilkins also teaches at the Morsani College of Medicine, and Tampa Museum of Art.

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USF Dr. Catherine Wilkins Cheats, Lies About Going Into Debt Helping Cancer Patient on Scholarship

* * * Dr. Wilkins fabricates scholarship, commits adultery, uses an artist cancer patient to advance her college art career.

* * * Dr. Wilkins makes fake bald cap, and mentally abuses bald cancer patient.

* * * Dr. Wilkins psychologically damages cancer patient, while patient is near death.

* * * For her deceit, receives credit and recommendations. Now teaches courses in Art, Mental Health, PTSD, and Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College, Tampa Art Museum, Morsani College of Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College Health Professions Students Impacted.

* * * Honors capstone course “Connections: Mental Healthcare, Community Engagement, and Art”

* * * Courses are taught by an instructor that has frequently lied, falsified academic scholarships, escaped accountability, and engaged in adultery, sometimes with USF faculty.

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Dr. Catherine Wilkins lied and unethically used my cancer to advance her college career.

Below is an exact word-for-word transcript from Catherine Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship. In it, Catherine praises herself for taking care of a cancer patient, her boyfriend of four years.

That is a lie.

I am that boyfriend. I am that cancer patient. I have been an artist, going to center for the arts magnet schools and taking AP art courses and studying humanities my entire life, long before Dr. Wilkins was ever an Art Historian or Humanities Instructor.

Dr. Wilkins commends herself for taking care of a “loved one” cancer patient.

Everything about me, and Catherine taking care of me, is a complete fabrication by her. She lied to her own university teachers, professors, and faculty about taking care of me, a cancer patient, in order to get their sympathy and respect. And she lied on her scholarships.

I am just now learning details of this from Dr. Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship, that she deceptively uses me and my condition in.

The only truth: Is that I had cancer. The rest, is fabricated by USF Honors College capstone instructor Dr. Wilkins.

Dr. Catherine Wilkins built her entire college career on lies.

It is unconscionable that Catherine used my struggle with cancer, my life-and-death battle, to promote her college career.

If you think a respected person isn’t capable of this, please look again.

* There are persons, such as:

* * * The sham-story homeless man and couple from GoFundMe (Mark D’Amico, Kate McClure, and Johnny Bobbitt), who for a time the public believed were compassionate saints, and poured money and praise into them. It turned out they invented the whole fake-story for their profit.

* * * Jussie Smollett who faked an elaborate plot in an attempt to advance his career, and gain his own sympathy, and profit. Jussie Smollett did this in a fraudulent attempt to become the face of a movement, and be seen as a cultural hero.

* * * Many have used “False Rapes” to conceal adultery: An internet search will show a multitude of real-life court examples.

* * * A respected and popular professor (David Scott Broxterman) at Polk State College in Lakeland, Florida has been revealed as a fraud after forging documents to fake a doctorate from the University of South Florida (USF).

* * * Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Joseph J. Ellis admitted that he lied to his students and others when he said he had been a combat soldier in Vietnam. ”Perpetuated over many years, his lie about himself clearly violates the ethics of our profession and the integrity we expect of all members of our community,” said a statement posted on the college’s website. ”Misleading students is wrong and nothing can excuse it.”

* * * Former dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Marilee Jones resigned after admitting she fabricated her credentials nearly three decades earlier.

* * * Study says Honor students more likely to cheat. A study released by the University of California, Berkeley reports that some Honors students are risking their academic standings by cheating in order to remain competitive candidates for career prospects and admission into graduate schools. Study says between 40 percent and 70 percent of college students admit to cheating. Previously, struggling students were believed to make up the group more likely to commit academic dishonestly. Now, Honors students and others with higher GPAs make up the greater percentage likely to cheat, according to study.

* * * The teachers and parents in the bribe college-admissions cheating scandal (Lori Loughlin, Felicity Huffman, and so many others). Anyone employed at an university should know by now, unfortunately, how extraordinarily ingenious, conniving, unethical, and dishonest students, even faculty and parents (who were former students), can be.

During my several year relationship with Catherine, that almost resulted in marriage, Catherine repeatedly and severely deceived myself, and those around her.

What was Catherine doing while I had cancer? Cheating on me. Committing adultery. Having several affairs. She even had a long-term secret affair with David Brodosi, faculty at USF.

In an attempt to hide her sexual affair with David Brodosi, Catherine Wilkins told me Brodosi raped her.

I told Catherine, she must report David Brodosi for sexual harassment and rape, immediately. Several times, I insisted she file a detailed sexual predator report of David Brodosi.

But the truth turned out to be, their adultery was completely consensual.

Catherine Wilkins’ personal home and University of South Florida’s work computers were filled with months of sexual and erotic emails and text messages to and from David Brodosi. Proving Dr. Wilkins’ adulterous affair was consensual. Catherine and Brodosi discussed intimately their secret “booty calls” as they called them, s*x positions, and traded s*x pictures with each other. Catherine Wilkins admitted to me later that they had consensual s*x. And both Dr. Wilkins and David Brodosi tried to keep it hidden, and cover it up.

Catherine later admitted she loved the illicit thrill, danger, and excitement of cheating. Catherine didn’t care that her adultery was destroying my life, she wanted “the dangerous thrill.”

Catherine Wilkins attempted to get away with cheating, by saying David Brodosi raped her. It instead, was a consensual affair.

There are countless real rape victims, and Catherine tried to appropriate rape, to get out of adultery.

And Catherine had so many other secret lovers, and adulterous affairs that she tried to hide and coverup, while I was dying of cancer.

Professor Catherine Wilkins secretly applied to pose nude for Playboy. There were messages about rockstars autographing her b*****s backstage at a concert. Messages from other secret lovers, and s*x adventures. Dr. Wilkins was going to male strip clubs, singing “It’s Raining Men!” Dr. Wilkins gave local statues f******o and took photos. Catherine Wilkins opened a hidden account on the s*x hookup website, “Adult Friend Finder” for threesomes, orgies, one-night stands, with both men and women. In New Orleans, Dr. Wilkins prowled Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Dr. Wilkins even had s*x with my friends. When I asked her, why my friend knew what her b*****s and nipples looked like, Dr. Wilkins knowing she was at least partially caught, said “We only flirted online. I emailed him naked pictures of myself. We didn’t have s*x.” This alone is heartbreaking enough. Then when I had to go further and ask, “Then why does my friend know what you sound like during s*x, and how you do specific s*x actions, that I’m only supposed to know about?” Dr. Wilkins was then forced to admit, “We had s*x. I lied.” Then she tried to diminish it, turn it around, and receive pity and sympathy, by saying this person was on anti-depressants, and it affected his erection. Poor Catherine. Her secret lover, a person I knew and used to be friends with, had penile dysfunction. What a way to try for sympathy, when you’re caught cheating and lying.

Her secret affairs went on and on.

There are so many other adulterous and dishonest activities Dr. Wilkins engaged herself in. All while we dated. All while I fought cancer, and struggled to stay alive.

All while she tells those around her, writes on her scholarship, and imagines herself as the faithful, saintly girlfriend and almost-wife taking care of me as I was dying. Catherine wasn’t taking care of me, she was having the time of her life cheating.

Each time I found just a little of Catherine Wilkins’ lies and wrong-doing, I begged her to stop, and to do the right thing. Catherine refused to cease, or do what was right, time and time again. Catherine just continued doing what she wanted, using whoever she wanted, telling whatever lies she wanted, and simply tried harder in her coverups.

The only thing Professor Wilkins learned: Was how to conceal, gaslight, and manipulate better.

Catherine’s method is to tell any lie, obfuscate, deflect, blame, accuse others, and even try to become a victim herself, so she may take flight from accountability, and even profit.

Catherine tried to escape responsibility.

To get away with a lie, Catherine would just tell another lie, or blame someone else, or try to make it seem smaller or innocent, or misdirect.

She would say she stopped a certain lie or dishonest behavior or action, but that again, was only to minimize it. I found time and time again, she continued in it. She did not stop.

These are mind games that destroy. Besides the initial destruction of the illicit deed, the coverup continues further destruction. Catherine wanted to gain through sympathy, but had little sympathy for those she lied to.

Professor Catherine Wilkins knew, ultimately, she could win and do whatever she wanted by lying, cheating, manipulation, and hiding the truth. She need not be accountable if she could just lie, put on the right face, and have no one double-check.

Catherine Wilkins even faked and wrote false letters from her parents. She wrote the letters, pretending to be her parents, using her father and mother’s names, and in their voice. She did this, so her parents would not find out about her lies.

On Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, word-for-word, she claims: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay…”

Catherine did not pay my medical bills, or accrue debt “helping me,” as she states. Catherine states this, because she wanted the money for her own college and life purposes.

Catherine did nothing for me, except impede me finding cancer treatment, impede my chemotherapy, and impede my recovery. Her mind games and tactics truly almost killed me.

Catherine: Cancer is literally a daily life and death struggle. Every little germ counts. Every body cell living, dying, growing, or not, means a whole human, dies or lives, vomits or rests, loses their hair or keeps it, endures pain or heals. Instead, you see the cancer suffered by someone else as a way to gain sympathy, and credit for actions you never did. For care you never gave.

Catherine: You told your teachers, professors, friends, parents, wrote on scholarship applications, how you saintly paid my medical bills until you went into debt, and nursed me while I endured cancer. Lies.

New Orleans Charity Hospital, where you have never stepped a foot inside while I was pumped with chemo, and Charity’s doctors, nurses, and a truly saintly social worker are who paid my bills, treated me, gave me genuine mercy, and let me live more years.

Catherine: Please tell me where adulterous cheating, lying, covering-up, manipulating, taking from, copying, nearly plagiarizing, causing extreme mental anguish to, and gaslighting is considered “caring for a cancer patient.”

Catherine: How can you use and abuse a cancer patient in this manner? As you state in your scholarship and told so many, I was “your loved one.” Really?

Catherine: How many other times did you use me, and lie, for your sympathy, credit, or gain? Countless incidents, I’m sure.

Catherine: The truth is, you treated me as an object to advance yourself. Not as a human being. Only when humans see other humans as stepping stones and objects, can they become so selfish, and treat others so callously, and tell such immense, heartless lies.

This kind of massive, long-term deception absolutely negatively impacts every area of a life.

Catherine: Because of your lying, adultery, coverups, gaslighting, and mind games, I did not get my insurance papers filed in time. This almost became my death sentence. This nearly killed me. You simply said, “Not my fault.”

When I expressed how hard everything was on me, Catherine simply said, “Not my fault.”

Catherine: To me, and every hardship I encountered, and the added difficulty of your lies and adultery, your answer to everything was: “Not my fault.”

To your school, teachers, and scholarships, you made yourself into a saint taking care of a cancer patient and paying all his medical bills. Lies.

Callous, selfish lies.

Catherine and I almost married. She was the love of my life. …Until the day I started to find out she was committing adultery on me, and selfishly and dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

When there were land or air animals trapped in the water, or wounded in the middle of the road, I introduced Catherine to animal welfare and rescue. I introduced Catherine to vegetarianism. I later spent years assisting animal rescue.

I have been an artist my entire life. I am a multidisciplinary artist. My art and photography are in books, magazines, newspapers, and museums. I spent my entire life in magnet schools for the arts, AP classes (both art and academic), honors programs, and studying and creating art. So, Catherine Wilkins appropriated my life as an artist, to become an Art Historian. Normally, I would be flattered. I would have shared anything with Catherine, especially the arts. I almost shared my entire life with her. I love when I can inspire others to be an artist, or study or appreciate art. Art, is my mission in life.

Art, to me, is one of the most important creations of humankind.

I love when I can inspire anyone to be better.

And as a multidisciplinary artist working in visual, literary, music, and theatre endeavors, that creates and gives everyday of my life, I learned young to thank and credit the artists before and next to me that influenced me. Despite the cliché maxim that great artists steal, I believe great artists homage, thank, share, and credit as well as create original work. Great artists don’t steal, selfish people do.

But Catherine did not share — Catherine stole, copied, lied and hid.

Whenever I did something, Catherine usually secretly appropriated and copied it, without credit.

Stealing is not flattery.

Dr. Wilkins liked the false feeling and praise that many of her ideas occurred by “immaculate conception.”

Deceptive shortcuts in life and esteem.

Catherine Wilkins, by her appropriation, just about plagiarized my life to advance and create hers.

The revelations of Catherine’s lies and adultery became so bad, we even discussed at our wedding, if Catherine could still wear white. If adulterers and liars could wear white at a wedding. Ultimately, the conclusion was: Catherine and I could not marry, because it was impossible to overcome her adultery and ongoing dishonesty.

What did Catherine do when we did not marry, and I ended my relationship with her? I recently found out, Catherine continued her lies, using of me, and resumed dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

I was in contact with Dr. Wilkins for over a decade, into my early-thirties, until I couldn’t take her falsehoods anymore.

Professor Catherine Wilkins lied and appropriated my cancer to advance her college career.

I learned, Dr. Catherine Wilkins told everyone she was taking care of me. That my cancer and illness was hard on her, not me. Catherine Wilkins: The selfless saint. None of these teachers, school faculty, or people ever met me, except one for just a minute. They all just took Catherine Wilkins’ word as truth.

The first time I got an inkling of this lie, was when I went to USF after I found more evidence of Catherine’s adultery and copying, and questioned her about it. Her Art History professor told me, how Catherine was taking care of me during my illness and how much Catherine was doing for me.

I was at USF to confront Catherine about lying, copying, and adultery, and I am told: “What a saint Catherine is for caring for me in my time of desperate need.”

Before I could respond to Catherine’s teacher, or fully understand the deceit, because it caught me by complete surprise, Catherine whisked me out of the room. Catherine did this every time someone else was about to expose one of her lies, or unknowingly and accidentally reveal a clue to her adultery and affairs, or simply, how Dr. Wilkins was copying my own endeavors without credit. Catherine would quickly remove me from the room, or tell me not to say anything or ask certain questions.

Catherine made herself into a saint, even claiming she went into debt paying for my cancer treatment costs.

In Catherine’s scholarship, she lies: “It seems like true help from G*d … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.”

Who paid for my cancer treatment when almost no hospital would admit me? Charity Hospital in New Orleans.

Catherine did not pay a dime, and accrued absolutely no debt. Not from my medical treatment. Her only debt she cared about, was her school debt.

Who cared for me while I fought for life? The doctors and nurses at Charity Hospital in New Orleans. Otherwise, I was completely alone. My landlord in New Orleans even asked me, who is my next-of-kin or emergency contact, in case I die from cancer and chemo. My answer was, “I have no one.” My landlord said, “You must have someone! I have to fill in the emergency contact space of the lease.” I repeated, “I have no one.”

And it was in that New Orleans apartment, alone, and at Charity Hospital, that I begged and struggled to stay alive.

The main motivation I had for living: Art. I was writing a screenplay and a musical. I am a painter and photographer. I kept on with my art studies and creation as I was alone, bald without hair, weak, nearly dying, and nauseous with chemo in my veins.

Catherine was not there, not for a single cancer treatment. Catherine and I talked by phone, and barely. Catherine just kept up her lies by phone.

Catherine: Is there nothing you will not cruelly steal from me and use as yours? Is there nothing you will not lie about?

You even used my cancer?

I almost died, Catherine. I lost all my hair. Chemo burned me up inside. I vomited weekly. The smallest infections nearly killed me.

I had to walk several miles to and from Charity Hospital — alone — for my treatments, walking home weak and always near vomiting after being injected with bags of ABVD chemo. I now have lifelong detrimental effects from cancer, major surgery, and chemotherapy. My lifespan and health is shortened.

And you were not there, you were never there, Catherine.

I was alone, fighting for life, Catherine, as you were busy cheating and lying.

What was truly my time of need, was Catherine’s time to benefit.

Catherine Wilkins turned my cancer, into a way for her to get scholarship money, and school and career advancement.

To me, those images of caring people surrounding a cancer patient with love, are a complete fantasy.

Also on Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, she claims: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.”

Catherine never once concerned herself that I was an orphan, until now, on her scholarship when she felt she could appropriate that, too, to gain more sympathy and profit for herself.

In fact, I was at a huge disadvantage during our entire relationship because of this. Catherine had doting parents that were willing to defend her and ignore, turn a blind eye, or support her lies. I had no one to defend or protect me, no one to stand up for me, or even give me moral support while Catherine was lying and cheating.

Catherine: I was an abused child. My biological parents were abusers. I have been alone my entire life. Do you know how hard it is to be an orphan? To be abused physically, mentally, and sexually your entire childhood?

What kept me alive as an orphan? Art.

I also applied the model of Ernest Shackleton to my life and art. Shackleton, with dignity and courage, after his ship the “Endurance” sank, kept himself and all of his men alive in the Antarctic for years, and eventually succeeded in their rescue.

Being an abused orphan, physically and sexually, was my first life-and-death struggle.

To you, Catherine, me being an orphan was just another detail you could appropriate into your own lies and stories to gain sympathy for yourself.

What kind of person are you? To try to turn cancer, an orphan, and even rape into lies you can tell others to gain advancement or sympathy for yourself, or to hide adultery.

Catherine: The fact I am an orphan, is not yours to appropriate.

Catherine, you did not know I was raped several times. Not only was I sexually abused by my biological mother until I escaped, I was raped by men over the years, because I was a vulnerable orphan. As a rape victim myself, please do not appropriate “rape” because you and your USF boss wanted “booty calls” and you were caught.

Catherine, to explain that I was raped by men throughout my childhood, and to say it is a painful topic to discuss, is an immense understatement. But you know what? I decided to become stronger from it. I endured it. I became stronger, and I stayed a good person.

And you, Catherine, tell me that David Brodosi, at USF, did this to you. You told me he raped you, forced you onto your knees, and by physical force made you give him oral s*x. Catherine, I am a victim of such a rape. In brutal, real life. To you, you tried to use rape as an excuse to get out of a secret, consensual affair, and try to even get sympathy from me, while you were cheating on me.

As a child, I had a man do that to me, in real life, and threaten to kill me. I was about 7 years-old, the first time. I simply walked into the bathroom by accident, and I was raped. And there were other rapes and abuses I endured throughout my vulnerable life as an orphan. Please do not use a made-up rape story to hide consensual adultery.

Catherine Wilkins: Rape is no small matter.

You were willing to tell any lie, deflect, redirect, manipulate, destroy or use anyone — especially me — to coverup cheating s*x, and to advance your life.

Catherine: How many times could you destroy my heart?

A person only has one heart.

Each time I found out more about your deceits, I told you, even as strong as I am, even steel that is bent and twisted too many times will break. You broke me. I am an adult man, and I know I sound like a naive child when I ask: “Why must humans — carelessly and carefully — damage other humans?”

Catherine: Child abuse hurt me immensely. But: You, broke me.

Professor Wilkins, I will repeat, because you lie about it in your scholarship to imagine yourself as a selfless sacrificer: I was an abused child. You knew that general part. But. Do you know what it is truly like to be: Sexually abused daily and nightly by women and occasionally men? Be beaten and hit until you have bruises and bleed, mentally abused daily, be unloved, deprived of nearly everything from winter clothes and basic household heat in freezing Northern winters, to being deprived of normal nutrition, calories, and vitamins, to being deprived of just a single loving and encouraging touch?

Sometimes when I finally had food at the dining table as a child, even a teenager, I would look at the meal and cry.

Do you know what it is like to be treated inhumanely nearly your entire childhood, by multiple people? Treated as an object that takes up space and time, and costs money, instead of a child with positive dreams, and artistic talents, and a hungry intellect? I survived child abuse because of my love for the arts, and reverence for a better future. Since I was a child, despite my own deprivations and abuse, I wanted to sincerely improve the world around me.

As an orphan without a support system, I quickly learned personal accountability. I had no one to fall back on, only myself. Humans should always be accountable. As an orphan, I had no time for “fun.” But to me: “Fun” was art, and studying. I had so much work to do, so much art to create, so much to happily learn, so far I wanted to climb, so much “future” to carve out. So everyday counted.

As an abused orphan, I had no one to be proud of me. So I learned, I had to be proud of my own actions.

As an abused orphan, and the tremendous pain and suffering I endured, I learned young not to hurt others. Not to repeat the cycle, not to make excuses, but to make and do positive endeavors. And show and teach by example.

I ask you again, Dr. Wilkins, because on your college scholarship, you clearly state I was an orphan, and that you, Catherine, did not want to abandon me “in such a state” while I was enduring cancer, and that was a main reason you were seeking your scholarship. This scholarship you hid, and I was only recently informed about. You talk of how you suffered. You express your sacrifices. Really?

Catherine, you have deceptively and cruelly turned my horrendous child abuse, into your own application for sympathy and gain. How could you? How can you turn my nightmare as a youth, into a made-up fable in your own life so you can look better on a scholarship? How many other college scholarships did you outright lie and exaggerate on? How many other times did you use me, and the pain in my life, to further and benefit your own life?

Catherine: When I was physically raped, and threatened with being killed as a child, if I ever spoke out — to end and free myself from that abuse and danger, each time as a child, I had to run away from home after home, and occasionally endure life being a homeless kid. No easy task. But. Child abuse was straightforward. Your form of mental rape and abuse goes on-and-on in my life. I keep finding out, even now, how you have lied and used me.

I asked you to report David Brodosi as a s*x offender. Instead, I find countless consensual sexual messages between you and he, and I accidentally open a vast world of your cheating, lying, sexual adventures, and adultery. A world I never wanted to open.

Dr. Wilkins continues: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.”

This is a lie.

Catherine lied on the location, because she needed the scholarship for her own location at USF in Florida. I received all of my cancer treatment in New Orleans at Charity Hospital. Dr. Robert Veith, MD was the oncologist that treated me and saved my life multiple times.

Catherine Wilkins never stepped a foot inside Charity Hospital. She was not there, when I took a taxi in the middle of the night and admitted myself — alone — and desperately begged the emergency room doctor to take me to an oncologist and save me.

Catherine was not there, when during my cancer treatment, and because of it, my blood count plummeted, and I had to take an emergency midnight taxi again, because I developed a serious infection and my body was boiling from fever. I was alone, and literally only a few hours from death. Dr. Veith suddenly appeared at the hospital, in the middle of night, put me on antibiotics, and saved my life yet again. Even now, I cry with gratitude for Dr. Robert Veith. Dr. Veith is human kindness and compassion.

Catherine Wilkins never met Dr. Robert Veith, nor even asked the names of my doctors and nurses. She didn’t care. Her answer to me for everything, and every pain in my soul I endured was: “Not my fault.” And Catherine was certainly not there for my recovery, as she deceptively states she was in her scholarship.

I struggled from nausea, chemical smells and tastes, trying not to vomit. After each treatment, being filled with chemo, I walked myself two miles home alone. During the long walk, which was mostly along a highway and major traffic roads, I smelled car exhaust fumes, which only intensified my stomach’s constant need to retch and gag from ABVD.

One day, I woke up and brushed my hair, as usual. In one stroke, it all came out. I lost all my hair in one go. But for a few ridiculous strands that I tried to keep, I was now bald.

Catherine wasn’t there. I called her on the phone, and told her I lost my hair. I told her how hard this was, how much pain I was in.

She listened, but she didn’t really care.

Catherine just said, “I don’t have anything to do with you losing your hair.”

I felt more and more isolated. I felt as if I was on Pluto, far from sun or warmth, far from people. I received great compassion from the oncologists and nurses at Charity Hospital, but that was only for the brief minutes they tested me, put me into scanning machines, or injected needles. Any other moments, I was utterly alone.

Weeks after I lost all of my hair from chemo, Catherine said to prove her love, commitment, and solidarity with me, she would shave her head.

Instead, Catherine Wilkins snipped short locks of her hair, glued these short pieces of hair to a skin-colored bald cap, and tried to finish the illusion with a hat.

Who the h**l is heartless enough, conniving enough, to do this fake act to a cancer patient? Catherine Wilkins made a fake bald cap, trying to pass it to me as her real shaved head, as I was dying of chemo and without my own hair.

I asked Catherine to take off the hat. Then I asked Catherine to take off the bald cap she created. Her several-feet length of brown hair was simply pinned beneath. Then I asked her to leave.

I was fighting for my life, everyday.

When I was in the cancer ward at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, I watched how a young boyfriend took care of his bald girlfriend who was also struggling for her life. He loved her. I overheard him tell the nurse how he bought his girlfriend face masks, he made sure she took extra vitamins, and he constantly sprayed disinfectant and cleansed surfaces, so her weakened immune system would be protected.

As I watched the love this young couple had for each other, that this young, devoted man had for his girlfriend and her health… All I thought is: I have no one. I am alone. My girlfriend isn’t here. She’s not doing any of that. Catherine is having affairs on me. I have cancer, and Catherine is cheating on me.

Another reason Professor Wilkins couldn’t be there for me during chemo:

Catherine Wilkins later told me on the phone, that she quit college, and joined the Army and was accepted into “Delta Force.” Her father was in the Army Special Forces decades ago as a Green Beret, so I mostly believed her, but with much reservation. From then on, we could only speak on the phone, at certain hours. She described to me she was in basic training, and some of her military lessons, such as laying in the dirt, and searching for landmines by slipping a knife into the soil in front of her. She said how the drill instructors would play games with the recruits, her being one of the Army recruits, by suddenly turning the showers ice cold while she was in it. I was proud, but again a bit confused, by this new Delta Force Army recruit named Catherine Wilkins. I thought: Maybe Catherine won’t cheat while in the Army, and the Army will instill values into her. Catherine and I could only meet in hotel rooms infrequently when she got “leave.” Mostly it was just phone calls. I’m sure she got all her basic training information from her father, who really was in the Army Special Forces. Dr. Wilkins obviously never quit college, or joined the Army.

How did I find out Dr. Wilkins never quit college, or joined the Army? I was walking home after a long evening at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, to lay down and rest from my treatment. I need to cross Bourbon Street to get to my apartment. I bumped into Dr. Wilkins prowling Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention, and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Shocked, Dr. Wilkins simply admitted, “Yeah. I lied about joining the Army. I’m going to Tulane.” That was the only truth she divulged. Of course Dr. Wilkins told me other lies that evening. On her skimpy outfit that revealed her b*****s, Dr. Wilkins said: “I didn’t do my laundry, all mine are dirty, so I had to borrow a friend’s clothes. She’s smaller than me, and this is all she had.” I simply walked away, and let her continue prowling for s*x. My heart, and health, couldn’t take it.

Numerous times I was literally hours from death from infections, fevers, low blood counts, and chemo. And Dr. Wilkins is having fun looking for s*x or sexual attention on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

Dr. Wilkins didn’t want anything to do with caring for me during my cancer treatments, or even treating me as a human, instead of an object to use and benefit her college career. She was only concerned about advancing herself in college. She didn’t have time for both cancer and college.

But Dr. Wilkins could lie about both.

For Dr. Wilkins, it saves a lot of time and effort, to just lie or copy.

Then, I recently learned, Catherine Wilkins blatantly lied in a scholarship praising herself for being the devoted, selfless girlfriend that loved me and paid my bills, and sacrificed hugely for myself and my health.

I learned Catherine was telling her college teachers how compassionately she was taking care of me, how difficult and demanding it was for herself to help me through my illness.

Nothing is farther from truth.

Catherine: Do you know how this feels?

It is being raped. You raped my spirit and my mental health repeatedly.

I had cancer, fought for life, and you cheated on me and lied to me daily.

Catherine: You even lied about shaving your head to show commitment to a cancer patient, and instead, you created a fake bald cap. You literally glued tiny pieces of your hair to a bald cap. How many atrocities can you commit towards a patient of cancer?

And now I found out, I was being used falsely in a college scholarship application, so an adulterer, and someone that did no such good deeds, can advance themselves.

Catherine: How could you? Why?

How could you tell people you were taking care of me, when you were cheating on me the whole time? How could you try to get scholarship money this way?

How could you tell people you were in debt for paying my medical bills, when you were never even at one of my chemo treatments? Not one. Ever.

Catherine: All you ever wanted was to advance yourself. You succeeded by lying, manipulating, and using my cancer.

Even appropriating my life as an artist, and the fact I am an orphan.

There is nothing Professor Wilkins wouldn’t do, if it meant she could gain, feed her ego and impress peers, imagine herself as a selfless saint, or hide deceit.

Except for the angels at Charity Hospital, I had absolutely no support during my cancer treatments and recovery.

Catherine didn’t care about me. Dr. Wilkins cared about becoming a college professor by any hook, crook, scheme, or lie.

Catherine Wilkins: My battle with cancer, is not yours to use, advance yourself with, or appropriate.

Below… The word-for-word transcript of Catherine’s falsified scholarship (everything about her “care” for a cancer patient is a complete lie fabricated by her):

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Table of Contents
Reasons for Applying for the CDA Scholarship
Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

1. The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult.

2. My position as a graduate teacher is very rewarding in that it enables me to share my love of learning with fellow young people; however, it does not cover the full cost of my school fees and living expenses.

3. I fear that my dream of earning a graduate degree and becoming a college professor might not be realized without further financial aid.

Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

My name is Catherine Wilkins. I enrolled as a graduate student at Tulane University in New Orleans, pursuing a Master of the Arts degree in Art History.

I lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life before moving away for graduate school, born into a wonderfully large and caring extended family. My family raised me very well, and taught me principles of love, wisdom, and faith from a very early age. In part due to their dedication( to my upbringing, I was able to skip first grade, going directly to second grade from Kindergarten. From grade school onward, I attended Catholic schools, where I was educated both intellectually and spiritually. During my time at St. Petersburg Catholic High School, I began assisting as a volunteer at a local soup kitchen, as well as at a tennis camp for young children. Additional extracurricular activities during that time period included employment of thirty five hours per week at Publix Supermarkets, membership on the high school tennis team, enrollment in the National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta (math honor society), and volunteer work for several environmental agencies.

I graduated high school third in my class, with highest honors and a special departmental award in English, just after my seventeenth birthday. In the fall, I dual-enrolled at the University of South Florida (U.S.F.) and St. Petersburg Junior College in order to take more courses at once. I took specialized courses at the University and more broad, required classes at the Junior College, all completely funded by merit-based scholarships. While at school, I received the Florida Bright Futures full scholarship, as well as an additional Legacy Scholarship from the Humanities department, a trustee scholarship from the Junior College, and both Presidential and Honors scholarships from the University of South Florida. I received my Associates’ degree in just over a year, in December, graduating on the Dean’s List with High Honors. After that point, I attended courses solely at U.S.F. while still working at the supermarket. At the University, I specialized in the Humanities, and had a ravenous appetite for all knowledge concerned with history, art, literature, music and theatre. My scholarships allowed me to take a great number of classes at once, sometimes as many as twenty-two credit hours per semester, prompting me to finish my Bachelor’s degree three years after I received my high school diploma. I graduated magna c*m laude, with an overall Grade Point Average of 3.757.

Upon my graduation, I received an offer of a full scholarship for graduate school, plus a paid position as a graduate assistant at Tulane University, a well-accredited school in New Orleans. Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.

Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. At such short notice, there was no financial aid available for me for my first semester of graduate school, and I was able to pay for only one course with the money I earned working as a library assistant at the University. I was extremely troubled, not only due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer, but also because I felt as though I was falling behind in my course work and was forfeiting my dream of achieving a graduate degree in Art History and going on to work as a college professor. I was left with little but my family, friends, and faith to help me get through this difficult period in my life.

Fortunately, in spring, I was blessed with some opportunities which served to help me on my path to a productive and complete adulthood. I was offered a job as a graduate teacher at U.S.F., a position that provided a very modest salary, but which included a stipend for 75% of my tuition. This provided me a wonderful opportunity to share my love of learning with other young people while at the same time pursuing my own dream of receiving a graduate degree. I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses, in terms of fees that run upwards of $1300 per year that I must pay myself, along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses, and, of course, my own living costs. Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted, and I often face a good deal of stress and pressure when attempting to pay my bills each month. In the meantime, though, I have remained active as a graduate student, maintaining a 4.0 unweighted grade point average while partaking in volunteer activities at the Newcomb Gallery and the New Orleans Museum of Art as well as serving as my department’s representative in multiple on-campus student organizations. This past year, I have taught two art-historical survey classes while I completed most of my graduate coursework, and I am now preparing to begin writing my thesis and applying to other schools where I would like to work toward my Doctoral degree.

Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from G*d, and would allow me to take more courses at the University without worrying about my inability to pay the related fees. In addition, I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing – emotionally, physically, and spiritually – I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity to grow and learn, to help another, yet still persist in meeting my own goals. The experience of the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith; important lessons which transcend those I learned in the classroom. I cannot wait to apply what I have learned about life to my educational studies, and this scholarship from the Catholic Daughters will provide me the means by which I can accomplish it.

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Wilkins was a faculty member for several years at the University of Colorado Boulder and Florida Southwestern State College before joining USF’s Honors College in 2015.

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MIT dean resigns after falsifying degrees

BOSTON (Reuters) – The Massachusetts Institute of Technology’s dean of admissions has resigned after admitting she “misrepresented” her academic credentials on her resume, the prestigious school said on Thursday.

Marilee Jones, a scientist credited with recruiting many women to MIT during her nearly 10 years in the job, had said in that she had she earned degrees from Albany Medical College, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute and Union College.

“MIT was unable to confirm that she has the degrees that she claimed to have,” MIT spokeswoman Patti Richards said.

Jones apologized, acknowledging she made an error many years ago.

“I misrepresented my academic degrees when I first applied to MIT 28 years ago and did not have the courage to correct my resume when I applied for my current job or at any time since,” Jones said in a brief statement. She first worked as an administrative assistant at the school and steadily rose to become dean of admissions.

Over the years, Jones has helped decide the academic future of thousands who applied to study at MIT, one of the most academically challenging and prestigious schools in the United States.

Jones earned a string of honors, including MIT’s highest award for administrators, and often spoke and published about the stress that students and their parents endure trying to build up their resumes while applying to four-year colleges and universities.

MIT said it appointed an interim admissions dean and that its admissions process was not affected by Jones’ resignation.

Jones’ resignation is the latest case of academic fraud to hit prominent U.S. universities. Last year a Harvard undergraduate admitted she copied portions of another author’s book into her own.

College Cheating Scandal

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SEVERE IMMORALITY AND S*X COVER-UP SPANS MANY YEARS:

USF Honors College Professor Perpetrates then Covers-Up Double Life – Adultery, Scholarship Cheating, Abuses Cancer Patient to Work in Mental Health and Around Other Medical Patients

USF’s brightest students, world’s future leaders taught by dishonorable scholarship-cheating professor Dr. Wilkins.

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The enclosed photograph is the actual fake bald cap that Dr. Catherine Wilkins created, and tried to deceive a cancer patient with. Professor Wilkins bought a skin-colored bald cap, cut off short pieces of her own hair, and then glued them to the bald cap. Dr. Wilkins then covered it with a red bandana and hat. USF Honors Instructor Dr. Wilkins falsely pretended she shaved her head. She wore this cruel fabrication in front of a cancer patient that recently was bald, that lost all of their own hair to ABVD chemotherapy. It was mental abuse perpetrated by Dr. Wilkins. Professor Wilkins then immorally used the cancer patient in more of her lies, in falsifying her school scholarships, and for college career advancement.

Ironically, Dr. Catherine Wilkins teaches classes in Mental Health, one as a popular USF Honors capstone course. Dr. Wilkins also teaches at the Morsani College of Medicine, and Tampa Museum of Art.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents.

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USF Dr. Catherine Wilkins Cheats, Lies About Going Into Debt Helping Cancer Patient on Scholarship

* * * Dr. Wilkins fabricates scholarship, commits adultery, uses an artist cancer patient to advance her college art career.

* * * Dr. Wilkins makes fake bald cap, and mentally abuses bald cancer patient.

* * * Dr. Wilkins psychologically damages cancer patient, while patient is near death.

* * * For her deceit, receives credit and recommendations. Now teaches courses in Art, Mental Health, PTSD, and Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College, Tampa Art Museum, Morsani College of Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College Health Professions Students Impacted.

* * * Honors capstone course “Connections: Mental Healthcare, Community Engagement, and Art”

* * * Courses are taught by an instructor that has frequently lied, falsified academic scholarships, escaped accountability, and engaged in adultery, sometimes with USF faculty.

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A Lie Lands Professor in Hot Water

By: VerifyStudents

Some lies are worse than others and can land you in really hot water. A Lakeland, Florida man discovered this when he was arrested earlier this week at his home on charges of felony grand theft for defrauding Polk State College of more than a quarter of a million dollars. This was money he earned at the university.

So why was he arrested? Because when he applied, he provided the school with a fake diploma and academic transcripts.

WFTS Tampa Bay news reported that David Broxterman was hired in 2009 as a business professor. His application materials included a transcript and diploma, but a State Attorney’s Office investigation discovered these were fraudulent. Signs of this included what appeared to be a fake signature on the diploma, as well as a spelling error of the word “board” on the diploma.

There have been other highly publicized cases of people at universities who have not been honest about their credentials. In this case, according to the Ledger, Broxterman claimed he had received a doctorate at the University of South Florida in 2007, but had never been a student there.

As a result of this incident, Polk State College will change its background screening process to include using a third party to verify transcripts and diplomas. Job offers will not be made until the highest degree has been verified.

According to the Ledger article, Broxterman was still in jail on Thursday night on a $16,000 bail.

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Dr. Catherine Wilkins lied and unethically used my cancer to advance her college career.

Below is an exact word-for-word transcript from Catherine Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship. In it, Catherine praises herself for taking care of a cancer patient, her boyfriend of four years.

That is a lie.

I am that boyfriend. I am that cancer patient. I have been an artist, going to center for the arts magnet schools and taking AP art courses and studying humanities my entire life, long before Dr. Wilkins was ever an Art Historian or Humanities Instructor.

Dr. Wilkins commends herself for taking care of a “loved one” cancer patient.

Everything about me, and Catherine taking care of me, is a complete fabrication by her. She lied to her own university teachers, professors, and faculty about taking care of me, a cancer patient, in order to get their sympathy and respect. And she lied on her scholarships.

I am just now learning details of this from Dr. Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship, that she deceptively uses me and my condition in.

The only truth: Is that I had cancer. The rest, is fabricated by USF Honors College capstone instructor Dr. Wilkins.

Dr. Catherine Wilkins built her entire college career on lies.

It is unconscionable that Catherine used my struggle with cancer, my life-and-death battle, to promote her college career.

If you think a respected person isn’t capable of this, please look again.

* There are persons, such as:

* * * The sham-story homeless man and couple from GoFundMe (Mark D’Amico, Kate McClure, and Johnny Bobbitt), who for a time the public believed were compassionate saints, and poured money and praise into them. It turned out they invented the whole fake-story for their profit.

* * * Jussie Smollett who faked an elaborate plot in an attempt to advance his career, and gain his own sympathy, and profit. Jussie Smollett did this in a fraudulent attempt to become the face of a movement, and be seen as a cultural hero.

* * * Many have used “False Rapes” to conceal adultery: An internet search will show a multitude of real-life court examples.

* * * A respected and popular professor (David Scott Broxterman) at Polk State College in Lakeland, Florida has been revealed as a fraud after forging documents to fake a doctorate from the University of South Florida (USF).

* * * Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Joseph J. Ellis admitted that he lied to his students and others when he said he had been a combat soldier in Vietnam. ”Perpetuated over many years, his lie about himself clearly violates the ethics of our profession and the integrity we expect of all members of our community,” said a statement posted on the college’s website. ”Misleading students is wrong and nothing can excuse it.”

* * * Former dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Marilee Jones resigned after admitting she fabricated her credentials nearly three decades earlier.

* * * Study says Honor students more likely to cheat. A study released by the University of California, Berkeley reports that some Honors students are risking their academic standings by cheating in order to remain competitive candidates for career prospects and admission into graduate schools. Study says between 40 percent and 70 percent of college students admit to cheating. Previously, struggling students were believed to make up the group more likely to commit academic dishonestly. Now, Honors students and others with higher GPAs make up the greater percentage likely to cheat, according to study.

* * * The teachers and parents in the bribe college-admissions cheating scandal (Lori Loughlin, Felicity Huffman, and so many others). Anyone employed at an university should know by now, unfortunately, how extraordinarily ingenious, conniving, unethical, and dishonest students, even faculty and parents (who were former students), can be.

During my several year relationship with Catherine, that almost resulted in marriage, Catherine repeatedly and severely deceived myself, and those around her.

What was Catherine doing while I had cancer? Cheating on me. Committing adultery. Having several affairs. She even had a long-term secret affair with David Brodosi, faculty at USF.

In an attempt to hide her sexual affair with David Brodosi, Catherine Wilkins told me Brodosi raped her.

I told Catherine, she must report David Brodosi for sexual harassment and rape, immediately. Several times, I insisted she file a detailed sexual predator report of David Brodosi.

But the truth turned out to be, their adultery was completely consensual.

Catherine Wilkins’ personal home and University of South Florida’s work computers were filled with months of sexual and erotic emails and text messages to and from David Brodosi. Proving Dr. Wilkins’ adulterous affair was consensual. Catherine and Brodosi discussed intimately their secret “booty calls” as they called them, s*x positions, and traded s*x pictures with each other. Catherine Wilkins admitted to me later that they had consensual s*x. And both Dr. Wilkins and David Brodosi tried to keep it hidden, and cover it up.

Catherine later admitted she loved the illicit thrill, danger, and excitement of cheating. Catherine didn’t care that her adultery was destroying my life, she wanted “the dangerous thrill.”

Catherine Wilkins attempted to get away with cheating, by saying David Brodosi raped her. It instead, was a consensual affair.

There are countless real rape victims, and Catherine tried to appropriate rape, to get out of adultery.

And Catherine had so many other secret lovers, and adulterous affairs that she tried to hide and coverup, while I was dying of cancer.

Professor Catherine Wilkins secretly applied to pose nude for Playboy. There were messages about rockstars autographing her b*****s backstage at a concert. Messages from other secret lovers, and s*x adventures. Dr. Wilkins was going to male strip clubs, singing “It’s Raining Men!” Dr. Wilkins gave local statues f******o and took photos. Catherine Wilkins opened a hidden account on the s*x hookup website, “Adult Friend Finder” for threesomes, orgies, one-night stands, with both men and women. In New Orleans, Dr. Wilkins prowled Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Dr. Wilkins even had s*x with my friends. When I asked her, why my friend knew what her b*****s and nipples looked like, Dr. Wilkins knowing she was at least partially caught, said “We only flirted online. I emailed him naked pictures of myself. We didn’t have s*x.” This alone is heartbreaking enough. Then when I had to go further and ask, “Then why does my friend know what you sound like during s*x, and how you do specific s*x actions, that I’m only supposed to know about?” Dr. Wilkins was then forced to admit, “We had s*x. I lied.” Then she tried to diminish it, turn it around, and receive pity and sympathy, by saying this person was on anti-depressants, and it affected his erection. Poor Catherine. Her secret lover, a person I knew and used to be friends with, had penile dysfunction. What a way to try for sympathy, when you’re caught cheating and lying.

Her secret affairs went on and on.

There are so many other adulterous and dishonest activities Dr. Wilkins engaged herself in. All while we dated. All while I fought cancer, and struggled to stay alive.

All while she tells those around her, writes on her scholarship, and imagines herself as the faithful, saintly girlfriend and almost-wife taking care of me as I was dying. Catherine wasn’t taking care of me, she was having the time of her life cheating.

Each time I found just a little of Catherine Wilkins’ lies and wrong-doing, I begged her to stop, and to do the right thing. Catherine refused to cease, or do what was right, time and time again. Catherine just continued doing what she wanted, using whoever she wanted, telling whatever lies she wanted, and simply tried harder in her coverups.

The only thing Professor Wilkins learned: Was how to conceal, gaslight, and manipulate better.

Catherine’s method is to tell any lie, obfuscate, deflect, blame, accuse others, and even try to become a victim herself, so she may take flight from accountability, and even profit.

Catherine tried to escape responsibility.

To get away with a lie, Catherine would just tell another lie, or blame someone else, or try to make it seem smaller or innocent, or misdirect.

She would say she stopped a certain lie or dishonest behavior or action, but that again, was only to minimize it. I found time and time again, she continued in it. She did not stop.

These are mind games that destroy. Besides the initial destruction of the illicit deed, the coverup continues further destruction. Catherine wanted to gain through sympathy, but had little sympathy for those she lied to.

Professor Catherine Wilkins knew, ultimately, she could win and do whatever she wanted by lying, cheating, manipulation, and hiding the truth. She need not be accountable if she could just lie, put on the right face, and have no one double-check.

Catherine Wilkins even faked and wrote false letters from her parents. She wrote the letters, pretending to be her parents, using her father and mother’s names, and in their voice. She did this, so her parents would not find out about her lies.

On Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, word-for-word, she claims: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay…”

Catherine did not pay my medical bills, or accrue debt “helping me,” as she states. Catherine states this, because she wanted the money for her own college and life purposes.

Catherine did nothing for me, except impede me finding cancer treatment, impede my chemotherapy, and impede my recovery. Her mind games and tactics truly almost killed me.

Catherine: Cancer is literally a daily life and death struggle. Every little germ counts. Every body cell living, dying, growing, or not, means a whole human, dies or lives, vomits or rests, loses their hair or keeps it, endures pain or heals. Instead, you see the cancer suffered by someone else as a way to gain sympathy, and credit for actions you never did. For care you never gave.

Catherine: You told your teachers, professors, friends, parents, wrote on scholarship applications, how you saintly paid my medical bills until you went into debt, and nursed me while I endured cancer. Lies.

New Orleans Charity Hospital, where you have never stepped a foot inside while I was pumped with chemo, and Charity’s doctors, nurses, and a truly saintly social worker are who paid my bills, treated me, gave me genuine mercy, and let me live more years.

Catherine: Please tell me where adulterous cheating, lying, covering-up, manipulating, taking from, copying, nearly plagiarizing, causing extreme mental anguish to, and gaslighting is considered “caring for a cancer patient.”

Catherine: How can you use and abuse a cancer patient in this manner? As you state in your scholarship and told so many, I was “your loved one.” Really?

Catherine: How many other times did you use me, and lie, for your sympathy, credit, or gain? Countless incidents, I’m sure.

Catherine: The truth is, you treated me as an object to advance yourself. Not as a human being. Only when humans see other humans as stepping stones and objects, can they become so selfish, and treat others so callously, and tell such immense, heartless lies.

This kind of massive, long-term deception absolutely negatively impacts every area of a life.

Catherine: Because of your lying, adultery, coverups, gaslighting, and mind games, I did not get my insurance papers filed in time. This almost became my death sentence. This nearly killed me. You simply said, “Not my fault.”

When I expressed how hard everything was on me, Catherine simply said, “Not my fault.”

Catherine: To me, and every hardship I encountered, and the added difficulty of your lies and adultery, your answer to everything was: “Not my fault.”

To your school, teachers, and scholarships, you made yourself into a saint taking care of a cancer patient and paying all his medical bills. Lies.

Callous, selfish lies.

Catherine and I almost married. She was the love of my life. …Until the day I started to find out she was committing adultery on me, and selfishly and dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

When there were land or air animals trapped in the water, or wounded in the middle of the road, I introduced Catherine to animal welfare and rescue. I introduced Catherine to vegetarianism. I later spent years assisting animal rescue.

I have been an artist my entire life. I am a multidisciplinary artist. My art and photography are in books, magazines, newspapers, and museums. I spent my entire life in magnet schools for the arts, AP classes (both art and academic), honors programs, and studying and creating art. So, Catherine Wilkins appropriated my life as an artist, to become an Art Historian. Normally, I would be flattered. I would have shared anything with Catherine, especially the arts. I almost shared my entire life with her. I love when I can inspire others to be an artist, or study or appreciate art. Art, is my mission in life.

Art, to me, is one of the most important creations of humankind.

I love when I can inspire anyone to be better.

And as a multidisciplinary artist working in visual, literary, music, and theatre endeavors, that creates and gives everyday of my life, I learned young to thank and credit the artists before and next to me that influenced me. Despite the cliché maxim that great artists steal, I believe great artists homage, thank, share, and credit as well as create original work. Great artists don’t steal, selfish people do.

But Catherine did not share — Catherine stole, copied, lied and hid.

Whenever I did something, Catherine usually secretly appropriated and copied it, without credit.

Stealing is not flattery.

Dr. Wilkins liked the false feeling and praise that many of her ideas occurred by “immaculate conception.”

Deceptive shortcuts in life and esteem.

Catherine Wilkins, by her appropriation, just about plagiarized my life to advance and create hers.

The revelations of Catherine’s lies and adultery became so bad, we even discussed at our wedding, if Catherine could still wear white. If adulterers and liars could wear white at a wedding. Ultimately, the conclusion was: Catherine and I could not marry, because it was impossible to overcome her adultery and ongoing dishonesty.

What did Catherine do when we did not marry, and I ended my relationship with her? I recently found out, Catherine continued her lies, using of me, and resumed dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

I was in contact with Dr. Wilkins for over a decade, into my early-thirties, until I couldn’t take her falsehoods anymore.

Professor Catherine Wilkins lied and appropriated my cancer to advance her college career.

I learned, Dr. Catherine Wilkins told everyone she was taking care of me. That my cancer and illness was hard on her, not me. Catherine Wilkins: The selfless saint. None of these teachers, school faculty, or people ever met me, except one for just a minute. They all just took Catherine Wilkins’ word as truth.

The first time I got an inkling of this lie, was when I went to USF after I found more evidence of Catherine’s adultery and copying, and questioned her about it. Her Art History professor told me, how Catherine was taking care of me during my illness and how much Catherine was doing for me.

I was at USF to confront Catherine about lying, copying, and adultery, and I am told: “What a saint Catherine is for caring for me in my time of desperate need.”

Before I could respond to Catherine’s teacher, or fully understand the deceit, because it caught me by complete surprise, Catherine whisked me out of the room. Catherine did this every time someone else was about to expose one of her lies, or unknowingly and accidentally reveal a clue to her adultery and affairs, or simply, how Dr. Wilkins was copying my own endeavors without credit. Catherine would quickly remove me from the room, or tell me not to say anything or ask certain questions.

Catherine made herself into a saint, even claiming she went into debt paying for my cancer treatment costs.

In Catherine’s scholarship, she lies: “It seems like true help from G*d … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.”

Who paid for my cancer treatment when almost no hospital would admit me? Charity Hospital in New Orleans.

Catherine did not pay a dime, and accrued absolutely no debt. Not from my medical treatment. Her only debt she cared about, was her school debt.

Who cared for me while I fought for life? The doctors and nurses at Charity Hospital in New Orleans. Otherwise, I was completely alone. My landlord in New Orleans even asked me, who is my next-of-kin or emergency contact, in case I die from cancer and chemo. My answer was, “I have no one.” My landlord said, “You must have someone! I have to fill in the emergency contact space of the lease.” I repeated, “I have no one.”

And it was in that New Orleans apartment, alone, and at Charity Hospital, that I begged and struggled to stay alive.

The main motivation I had for living: Art. I was writing a screenplay and a musical. I am a painter and photographer. I kept on with my art studies and creation as I was alone, bald without hair, weak, nearly dying, and nauseous with chemo in my veins.

Catherine was not there, not for a single cancer treatment. Catherine and I talked by phone, and barely. Catherine just kept up her lies by phone.

Catherine: Is there nothing you will not cruelly steal from me and use as yours? Is there nothing you will not lie about?

You even used my cancer?

I almost died, Catherine. I lost all my hair. Chemo burned me up inside. I vomited weekly. The smallest infections nearly killed me.

I had to walk several miles to and from Charity Hospital — alone — for my treatments, walking home weak and always near vomiting after being injected with bags of ABVD chemo. I now have lifelong detrimental effects from cancer, major surgery, and chemotherapy. My lifespan and health is shortened.

And you were not there, you were never there, Catherine.

I was alone, fighting for life, Catherine, as you were busy cheating and lying.

What was truly my time of need, was Catherine’s time to benefit.

Catherine Wilkins turned my cancer, into a way for her to get scholarship money, and school and career advancement.

To me, those images of caring people surrounding a cancer patient with love, are a complete fantasy.

Also on Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, she claims: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.”

Catherine never once concerned herself that I was an orphan, until now, on her scholarship when she felt she could appropriate that, too, to gain more sympathy and profit for herself.

In fact, I was at a huge disadvantage during our entire relationship because of this. Catherine had doting parents that were willing to defend her and ignore, turn a blind eye, or support her lies. I had no one to defend or protect me, no one to stand up for me, or even give me moral support while Catherine was lying and cheating.

Catherine: I was an abused child. My biological parents were abusers. I have been alone my entire life. Do you know how hard it is to be an orphan? To be abused physically, mentally, and sexually your entire childhood?

What kept me alive as an orphan? Art.

Being an abused orphan, physically and sexually, was my first life-and-death struggle.

To you, Catherine, me being an orphan was just another detail you could appropriate into your own lies and stories to gain sympathy for yourself.

What kind of person are you? To try to turn cancer, an orphan, and even rape into lies you can tell others to gain advancement or sympathy for yourself, or to hide adultery.

Catherine: The fact I am an orphan, is not yours to appropriate.

Catherine, you did not know I was raped several times. Not only was I sexually abused by my biological mother until I escaped, I was raped by men over the years, because I was a vulnerable orphan. As a rape victim myself, please do not appropriate “rape” because you and your USF boss wanted “booty calls” and you were caught.

Catherine, to explain that I was raped by men throughout my childhood, and to say it is a painful topic to discuss, is an immense understatement. But you know what? I decided to become stronger from it. I endured it. I became stronger, and I stayed a good person.

And you, Catherine, tell me that David Brodosi, at USF, did this to you. You told me he raped you, forced you onto your knees, and by physical force made you give him oral s*x. Catherine, I am a victim of such a rape. In brutal, real life. To you, you tried to use rape as an excuse to get out of a secret, consensual affair, and try to even get sympathy from me, while you were cheating on me.

As a child, I had a man do that to me, in real life, and threaten to kill me. I was about 7 years-old, the first time. I simply walked into the bathroom by accident, and I was raped. And there were other rapes and abuses I endured throughout my vulnerable life as an orphan. Please do not use a made-up rape story to hide consensual adultery.

Catherine Wilkins: Rape is no small matter.

You were willing to tell any lie, deflect, redirect, manipulate, destroy or use anyone — especially me — to coverup cheating s*x, and to advance your life.

Catherine: How many times could you destroy my heart?

A person only has one heart.

Each time I found out more about your deceits, I told you, even as strong as I am, even steel that is bent and twisted too many times will break. You broke me. I am an adult man, and I know I sound like a naive child when I ask: “Why must humans — carelessly and carefully — damage other humans?”

Catherine: Child abuse hurt me immensely. But: You, broke me.

Professor Wilkins, I will repeat, because you lie about it in your scholarship to imagine yourself as a selfless sacrificer: I was an abused child. You knew that general part. But. Do you know what it is truly like to be: Sexually abused daily and nightly by women and occasionally men? Be beaten and hit until you have bruises and bleed, mentally abused daily, be unloved, deprived of nearly everything from winter clothes and basic household heat in freezing Northern winters, to being deprived of normal nutrition, calories, and vitamins, to being deprived of just a single loving and encouraging touch?

Sometimes when I finally had food at the dining table as a child, even a teenager, I would look at the meal and cry.

Do you know what it is like to be treated inhumanely nearly your entire childhood, by multiple people? Treated as an object that takes up space and time, and costs money, instead of a child with positive dreams, and artistic talents, and a hungry intellect? I survived child abuse because of my love for the arts, and reverence for a better future. Since I was a child, despite my own deprivations and abuse, I wanted to sincerely improve the world around me.

As an orphan without a support system, I quickly learned personal accountability. I had no one to fall back on, only myself. Humans should always be accountable. As an orphan, I had no time for “fun.” But to me: “Fun” was art, and studying. I had so much work to do, so much art to create, so much to happily learn, so far I wanted to climb, so much “future” to carve out. So everyday counted.

As an abused orphan, I had no one to be proud of me. So I learned, I had to be proud of my own actions.

As an abused orphan, and the tremendous pain and suffering I endured, I learned young not to hurt others. Not to repeat the cycle, not to make excuses, but to make and do positive endeavors. And show and teach by example.

I ask you again, Dr. Wilkins, because on your college scholarship, you clearly state I was an orphan, and that you, Catherine, did not want to abandon me “in such a state” while I was enduring cancer, and that was a main reason you were seeking your scholarship. This scholarship you hid, and I was only recently informed about. You talk of how you suffered. You express your sacrifices. Really?

Catherine, you have deceptively and cruelly turned my horrendous child abuse, into your own application for sympathy and gain. How could you? How can you turn my nightmare as a youth, into a made-up fable in your own life so you can look better on a scholarship? How many other college scholarships did you outright lie and exaggerate on? How many other times did you use me, and the pain in my life, to further and benefit your own life?

Catherine: When I was physically raped, and threatened with being killed as a child, if I ever spoke out — to end and free myself from that abuse and danger, each time as a child, I had to run away from home after home, and occasionally endure life being a homeless kid. No easy task. But. Child abuse was straightforward. Your form of mental rape and abuse goes on-and-on in my life. I keep finding out, even now, how you have lied and used me.

I asked you to report David Brodosi as a s*x offender. Instead, I find countless consensual sexual messages between you and he, and I accidentally open a vast world of your cheating, lying, sexual adventures, and adultery. A world I never wanted to open.

Dr. Wilkins continues: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.”

This is a lie.

Catherine lied on the location, because she needed the scholarship for her own location at USF in Florida. I received all of my cancer treatment in New Orleans at Charity Hospital. Dr. Robert Veith, MD was the oncologist that treated me and saved my life multiple times.

Catherine Wilkins never stepped a foot inside Charity Hospital. She was not there, when I took a taxi in the middle of the night and admitted myself — alone — and desperately begged the emergency room doctor to take me to an oncologist and save me.

Catherine was not there, when during my cancer treatment, and because of it, my blood count plummeted, and I had to take an emergency midnight taxi again, because I developed a serious infection and my body was boiling from fever. I was alone, and literally only a few hours from death. Dr. Veith suddenly appeared at the hospital, in the middle of night, put me on antibiotics, and saved my life yet again. Even now, I cry with gratitude for Dr. Robert Veith. Dr. Veith is human kindness and compassion.

Catherine Wilkins never met Dr. Robert Veith, nor even asked the names of my doctors and nurses. She didn’t care. Her answer to me for everything, and every pain in my soul I endured was: “Not my fault.” And Catherine was certainly not there for my recovery, as she deceptively states she was in her scholarship.

I struggled from nausea, chemical smells and tastes, trying not to vomit. After each treatment, being filled with chemo, I walked myself two miles home alone. During the long walk, which was mostly along a highway and major traffic roads, I smelled car exhaust fumes, which only intensified my stomach’s constant need to retch and gag from ABVD.

One day, I woke up and brushed my hair, as usual. In one stroke, it all came out. I lost all my hair in one go. But for a few ridiculous strands that I tried to keep, I was now bald.

Catherine wasn’t there. I called her on the phone, and told her I lost my hair. I told her how hard this was, how much pain I was in.

She listened, but she didn’t really care.

Catherine just said, “I don’t have anything to do with you losing your hair.”

I felt more and more isolated. I felt as if I was on Pluto, far from sun or warmth, far from people. I received great compassion from the oncologists and nurses at Charity Hospital, but that was only for the brief minutes they tested me, put me into scanning machines, or injected needles. Any other moments, I was utterly alone.

Weeks after I lost all of my hair from chemo, Catherine said to prove her love, commitment, and solidarity with me, she would shave her head.

Instead, Catherine Wilkins snipped short locks of her hair, glued these short pieces of hair to a skin-colored bald cap, and tried to finish the illusion with a hat.

Who the h**l is heartless enough, conniving enough, to do this fake act to a cancer patient? Catherine Wilkins made a fake bald cap, trying to pass it to me as her real shaved head, as I was dying of chemo and without my own hair.

I asked Catherine to take off the hat. Then I asked Catherine to take off the bald cap she created. Her several-feet length of brown hair was simply pinned beneath. Then I asked her to leave.

I was fighting for my life, everyday.

When I was in the cancer ward at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, I watched how a young boyfriend took care of his bald girlfriend who was also struggling for her life. He loved her. I overheard him tell the nurse how he bought his girlfriend face masks, he made sure she took extra vitamins, and he constantly sprayed disinfectant and cleansed surfaces, so her weakened immune system would be protected.

As I watched the love this young couple had for each other, that this young, devoted man had for his girlfriend and her health… All I thought is: I have no one. I am alone. My girlfriend isn’t here. She’s not doing any of that. Catherine is having affairs on me. I have cancer, and Catherine is cheating on me.

Another reason Professor Wilkins couldn’t be there for me during chemo:

Catherine Wilkins later told me on the phone, that she quit college, and joined the Army and was accepted into “Delta Force.” Her father was in the Army Special Forces decades ago as a Green Beret, so I mostly believed her, but with much reservation. From then on, we could only speak on the phone, at certain hours. She described to me she was in basic training, and some of her military lessons, such as laying in the dirt, and searching for landmines by slipping a knife into the soil in front of her. She said how the drill instructors would play games with the recruits, her being one of the Army recruits, by suddenly turning the showers ice cold while she was in it. I was proud, but again a bit confused, by this new Delta Force Army recruit named Catherine Wilkins. I thought: Maybe Catherine won’t cheat while in the Army, and the Army will instill values into her. Catherine and I could only meet in hotel rooms infrequently when she got “leave.” Mostly it was just phone calls. I’m sure she got all her basic training information from her father, who really was in the Army Special Forces. Dr. Wilkins obviously never quit college, or joined the Army.

How did I find out Dr. Wilkins never quit college, or joined the Army? I was walking home after a long evening at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, to lay down and rest from my treatment. I need to cross Bourbon Street to get to my apartment. I bumped into Dr. Wilkins prowling Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention, and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Shocked, Dr. Wilkins simply admitted, “Yeah. I lied about joining the Army. I’m going to Tulane.” That was the only truth she divulged. Of course Dr. Wilkins told me other lies that evening. On her skimpy outfit that revealed her b*****s, Dr. Wilkins said: “I didn’t do my laundry, all mine are dirty, so I had to borrow a friend’s clothes. She’s smaller than me, and this is all she had.” I simply walked away, and let her continue prowling for s*x. My heart, and health, couldn’t take it.

Numerous times I was literally hours from death from infections, fevers, low blood counts, and chemo. And Dr. Wilkins is having fun looking for s*x or sexual attention on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

Dr. Wilkins didn’t want anything to do with caring for me during my cancer treatments, or even treating me as a human, instead of an object to use and benefit her college career. She was only concerned about advancing herself in college. She didn’t have time for both cancer and college.

But Dr. Wilkins could lie about both.

For Dr. Wilkins, it saves a lot of time and effort, to just lie or copy.

Then, I recently learned, Catherine Wilkins blatantly lied in a scholarship praising herself for being the devoted, selfless girlfriend that loved me and paid my bills, and sacrificed hugely for myself and my health.

I learned Catherine was telling her college teachers how compassionately she was taking care of me, how difficult and demanding it was for herself to help me through my illness.

Nothing is farther from truth.

Catherine: Do you know how this feels?

It is being raped. You raped my spirit and my mental health repeatedly.

I had cancer, fought for life, and you cheated on me and lied to me daily.

Catherine: You even lied about shaving your head to show commitment to a cancer patient, and instead, you created a fake bald cap. You literally glued tiny pieces of your hair to a bald cap. How many atrocities can you commit towards a patient of cancer?

And now I found out, I was being used falsely in a college scholarship application, so an adulterer, and someone that did no such good deeds, can advance themselves.

Catherine: How could you? Why?

How could you tell people you were taking care of me, when you were cheating on me the whole time? How could you try to get scholarship money this way?

How could you tell people you were in debt for paying my medical bills, when you were never even at one of my chemo treatments? Not one. Ever.

Catherine: All you ever wanted was to advance yourself. You succeeded by lying, manipulating, and using my cancer.

Even appropriating my life as an artist, and the fact I am an orphan.

There is nothing Professor Wilkins wouldn’t do, if it meant she could gain, feed her ego and impress peers, imagine herself as a selfless saint, or hide deceit.

Except for the angels at Charity Hospital, I had absolutely no support during my cancer treatments and recovery.

Catherine didn’t care about me. Dr. Wilkins cared about becoming a college professor by any hook, crook, scheme, or lie.

Catherine Wilkins: My battle with cancer, is not yours to use, advance yourself with, or appropriate.

Below… The word-for-word transcript of Catherine’s falsified scholarship (everything about her “care” for a cancer patient is a complete lie fabricated by her):

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Table of Contents
Reasons for Applying for the CDA Scholarship
Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

1. The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult.

2. My position as a graduate teacher is very rewarding in that it enables me to share my love of learning with fellow young people; however, it does not cover the full cost of my school fees and living expenses.

3. I fear that my dream of earning a graduate degree and becoming a college professor might not be realized without further financial aid.

Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

My name is Catherine Wilkins. I enrolled as a graduate student at Tulane University in New Orleans, pursuing a Master of the Arts degree in Art History.

I lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life before moving away for graduate school, born into a wonderfully large and caring extended family. My family raised me very well, and taught me principles of love, wisdom, and faith from a very early age. In part due to their dedication( to my upbringing, I was able to skip first grade, going directly to second grade from Kindergarten. From grade school onward, I attended Catholic schools, where I was educated both intellectually and spiritually. During my time at St. Petersburg Catholic High School, I began assisting as a volunteer at a local soup kitchen, as well as at a tennis camp for young children. Additional extracurricular activities during that time period included employment of thirty five hours per week at Publix Supermarkets, membership on the high school tennis team, enrollment in the National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta (math honor society), and volunteer work for several environmental agencies.

I graduated high school third in my class, with highest honors and a special departmental award in English, just after my seventeenth birthday. In the fall, I dual-enrolled at the University of South Florida (U.S.F.) and St. Petersburg Junior College in order to take more courses at once. I took specialized courses at the University and more broad, required classes at the Junior College, all completely funded by merit-based scholarships. While at school, I received the Florida Bright Futures full scholarship, as well as an additional Legacy Scholarship from the Humanities department, a trustee scholarship from the Junior College, and both Presidential and Honors scholarships from the University of South Florida. I received my Associates’ degree in just over a year, in December, graduating on the Dean’s List with High Honors. After that point, I attended courses solely at U.S.F. while still working at the supermarket. At the University, I specialized in the Humanities, and had a ravenous appetite for all knowledge concerned with history, art, literature, music and theatre. My scholarships allowed me to take a great number of classes at once, sometimes as many as twenty-two credit hours per semester, prompting me to finish my Bachelor’s degree three years after I received my high school diploma. I graduated magna c*m laude, with an overall Grade Point Average of 3.757.

Upon my graduation, I received an offer of a full scholarship for graduate school, plus a paid position as a graduate assistant at Tulane University, a well-accredited school in New Orleans. Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.

Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. At such short notice, there was no financial aid available for me for my first semester of graduate school, and I was able to pay for only one course with the money I earned working as a library assistant at the University. I was extremely troubled, not only due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer, but also because I felt as though I was falling behind in my course work and was forfeiting my dream of achieving a graduate degree in Art History and going on to work as a college professor. I was left with little but my family, friends, and faith to help me get through this difficult period in my life.

Fortunately, in spring, I was blessed with some opportunities which served to help me on my path to a productive and complete adulthood. I was offered a job as a graduate teacher at U.S.F., a position that provided a very modest salary, but which included a stipend for 75% of my tuition. This provided me a wonderful opportunity to share my love of learning with other young people while at the same time pursuing my own dream of receiving a graduate degree. I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses, in terms of fees that run upwards of $1300 per year that I must pay myself, along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses, and, of course, my own living costs. Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted, and I often face a good deal of stress and pressure when attempting to pay my bills each month. In the meantime, though, I have remained active as a graduate student, maintaining a 4.0 unweighted grade point average while partaking in volunteer activities at the Newcomb Gallery and the New Orleans Museum of Art as well as serving as my department’s representative in multiple on-campus student organizations. This past year, I have taught two art-historical survey classes while I completed most of my graduate coursework, and I am now preparing to begin writing my thesis and applying to other schools where I would like to work toward my Doctoral degree.

Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from G*d, and would allow me to take more courses at the University without worrying about my inability to pay the related fees. In addition, I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing – emotionally, physically, and spiritually – I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity to grow and learn, to help another, yet still persist in meeting my own goals. The experience of the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith; important lessons which transcend those I learned in the classroom. I cannot wait to apply what I have learned about life to my educational studies, and this scholarship from the Catholic Daughters will provide me the means by which I can accomplish it.

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Wilkins was a faculty member for several years at the University of Colorado Boulder and Florida Southwestern State College before joining USF’s Honors College in 2015.

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College admissions scandal: Here is everyone charged in the case

By Suhauna Hussain, Alejandra Reyes-Velarde and Richard Winton

Dozens of celebrities and high-profile people have been caught up in the college admissions scandal.

They include Hollywood actresses, former CEOs, a famed parenting book writer, a fashion icon, a Newport Beach college counselor and university athletic officials.

In a college admissions scandal brought to light Tuesday, federal prosecutors allege wealthy parents paid to help their children cheat on college entrance exams and to falsify athletic records of students to enable them to secure admission to elite schools, including UCLA, USC, Stanford, Yale and Georgetown.

Here is a full list of those charged:

William ‘Rick’ Singer

Racketeering conspiracy; money laundering conspiracy; conspiracy to defraud the U.S.; obstruction of justice.

William “Rick” Singer founder of the Edge College & Career Network, departs federal court in Boston on Tuesday.

Singer, who owns a for-profit Newport Beach college admissions company, is at the center of the scheme, according to court documents. Wealthy parents paid to have him and others facilitate their children’s cheating on college entrance exams and admission to elite universities as athletes, regardless of whether they played the sport, prosecutors allege.

Singer, of Sacramento and Newport Beach, owned Edge College & Career Network and was also CEO of the Key Worldwide Foundation, which he formed in 2012 to provide education to underprivileged students. Prosecutors allege that Singer instructed parents to make payments to the fake charity under the guise of charitable donations.

Singer cooperated with authorities in the investigation and pleaded guilty to the charges in Boston on Tuesday afternoon.

Rudolph ‘Rudy’ Meredith

Conspiracy to commit wire fraud and honest services wire fraud; honest services wire fraud.

Meredith of Madison, Conn., was employed as the head women’s soccer coach at Yale University until November 2018. He is accused of accepting bribes in exchange for designating applicants as athletic recruits for the college’s soccer team, and gaining them admission to the university.

“Yale has been the victim of a crime perpetrated by a former coach who no longer works at the university,” Peter Salovey, president of Yale, said in a statement emailed to the campus community.

Salovey added that he does not believe that any other member of the school’s administration or staff knew about the conspiracy.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud; conspiracy to commit money laundering.

Riddell served as the director of college entrance exam preparation at IMG Academy in Bradenton Fla., where he has worked since 2006. He was allegedly involved with the scheme since 2011, according to court filings.

Prosecutors allege administrators allowed Riddell to take students’ exams for them, feed correct answers to students or review and correct tests after they had been completed. He was allegedly paid $10,000 per test he doctored, according to court documents.

Riddell “assists thousands of students in gaining admission to top American universities,” according to his biography on IMG Academy’s website.

At a news conference Tuesday, U.S. Atty. for Massachusetts Andrew Lelling described Riddell as “just a really smart guy,” according to ABC News.

“He didn’t have inside information about the answers, he was just smart enough to get a near perfect score on demand or to calibrate the score,” Lelling said.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Stanford sailing coach John Vandemoer arrives at Boston Federal Court for an arraignment on Tuesday.

Vandemoer was a sailing coach at Stanford University. He is accused of recommending two prospective students — children of Singer’s clients — as recruits for the college’s sailing team in exchange for payment to Stanford sailing, according to court documents.

Prosecutors allege Vandemoer accepted a total of $270,000 in contributions to the Stanford sailing program.

Ultimately, the students Vandemoer referred did not attend Stanford. Vandemoer has agreed to plead guilty to a charge of racketeering conspiracy, and was fired Tuesday.

Stanford released a statement saying the school has been cooperating with the investigation, that it has no evidence the alleged conduct involves anyone else at Stanford, and that it will be undertaking an internal review.

Vandemoer was in his 11th year as Stanford’s head sailing coach for the 2018-19 season.

Igor Dvorskiy and Lisa ‘Niki’ Williams

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Igor Dvorskiy was director of the West Hollywood College Preparatory School and Lisa “Niki” Williams was an assistant teacher at a Houston high school. Both Dvorskiy and Williams were also test administrators for the College Board and ACT who are accused of facilitating cheating.

The way the scheme usually worked, according to court documents, is that parents would ask for extended time for their children on college entrance exams, including the ACT and SAT. They were allegedly encouraged to fabricate reasons for their children to take the exam either at a public high school in Houston or at the private West Hollywood prep school where Dvorskiy worked.

Prosecutors allege that at those two test centers, administrators Williams in Houston and Dvorskiy in West Hollywood were bribed to allow Riddell to take exams for students, feed correct answers to students or doctor tests after the fact.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Gordon Ernst was the head tennis coach at Georgetown University until 2018. Prosecutors allege he accepted bribes to designate applicants as tennis recruits in order for them to gain admission to Georgetown.

The Georgetown Voice reports that university vice presidents sent an email to the student body saying Ernst had been placed on leave following an internal investigation, and eventually left Georgetown in 2018. But a press release from July 2018 about Ernst’s resignation did not mention any violation of university rules, and was removed from the school’s website early Tuesday afternoon, according to the Georgetown Voice.

After leaving Georgetown, Ernst took a position as a coach for the University of Rhode Island’s women’s tennis team. Ernst was inducted into the New England Tennis Hall of Fame in 2015.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Ferguson, of Winston-Salem, N.C., has been head women’s volleyball coach at Wake Forest University since 2016. On Tuesday, the university placed Ferguson on administrative leave and hired legal counsel to review the matter.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Martin Fox is president of a private tennis academy and camp in Houston. He is accused of brokering bribes in exchange for payment.

Fox allegedly received a check from the Key Worldwide Foundation for introducing Singer to Michael Center, the head coach of the men’s tennis team at the University of Texas at Austin, according to the complaint. Prosecutors allege he was also paid to facilitate bribes for a varsity coach at the University of San Diego.

Fox was separately indicted by a grand jury in Massachusetts on a charge of conspiracy to commit racketeering, according to the complaint.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Heinel was a senior associate athletic director at USC. She allegedly received bribes totaling more than $1.3 million in exchange for falsely designating applicants as athletic recruits to gain them admission to USC. She was fired by the university on Tuesday.

Laura Janke and Ali Khosroshahin

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Ali Khosroshahin was USC women’s soccer coach before he was fired in 2013. Laura Janke was his assistant coach of women’s soccer before she left USC in 2014.

Both were named in the indictment for allegedly fabricating athlete profiles for applicants. They allegedly received payments totaling nearly $350,000 sent to their private soccer club.

Singer allegedly directed Janke to draft a false profile for one client’s daughter and a basketball profile for another.

“Let me know if you want me to add any other awards to her profile or if you think that is enough,” Janke wrote in an email to Singer when she sent a draft of a profile, according to the complaint.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Steven Masera, of Folsom, Calif., was an accountant and financial officer for the Edge College & Career Network as well as the Key Worldwide Foundation until December 2017. Effectively Singer’s bookkeeper, he is is accused of collecting money from parents under the guise of charitable donations as part of the scheme.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Jorge Salcedo is shown during a UCLA game in 2014.

Jorge Salcedo was the head coach of UCLA men’s soccer. He allegedly accepted $200,000 for facilitating the enrollment of two students, falsely designating them as soccer players, though they did not play competitively. He was placed on leave by the school Tuesday morning.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

Mikaela Sanford was an employee of Singer’s who served in various roles at Edge College & Career Network and the Key Worldwide Foundation. Sanford allegedly helped fabricate athletic profiles and secretly took classes for some students so that the grades she earned could be submitted to colleges as part of their applications, according to the complaint.

Conspracy to commit mail and wire fraud.

David Sidoo is a Vancouver businessman and former Canadian Football League player. He is accused of making two $100,000 payments to have others pose as his two sons to take exams, including the SAT and Canadian high school graduation exam.

His older son, Dylan Sidoo, was admitted to Chapman University in 2012, after his SAT score was emailed to a Chapman administrator, according to the indictment.

Dylan Sidoo attended Chapman University until 2014, when he transferred out to attend USC. The younger son, Jordan Sidoo, was admitted to UC Berkeley in 2014, where he joined the rowing program. Neither of the sons were named in the indictment.

Conspiracy to commit racketeering.

USC water polo coach Jovan Vavic was fired Tuesday.

Vavic was the men’s and women’s water polo coach at USC. He allegedly accepted bribes totaling more than $250,000 in exchange for falsely designating students as recruited athletes to help them gain admission. He was fired Tuesday.

Gregory Abbott and Marcia Abbott

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Gregory Abbott is the founder and chairman of a food and beverage packaging company, according to court records. He and his wife, Marcia Abbott, are residents of New York City and Aspen, Colo.

The Abbotts are accused of paying $50,000 under the guise of a charitable donation for their daughter to participate in the cheating scheme.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Abdelaziz, of Las Vegas, was a senior executive of a resort and casino operator in Macau until 2016. He’s accused of conspiring to bribe Donna Heinel, who until Tuesday was a senior associate athletic director at USC, to designate his daughter as a recruit for the basketball team to ease her admission to the school.

To get his daughter into the school, he allegedly wired $300,000 in March 2018 as a purported charitable contribution, and also began making payments of $20,000 per month to Heinel personally, according to the complaint.

Diane Blake and Todd Blake

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

The Blakes are a married couple from Ross, Calif. Diane Blake is the co-founder of Winston Retail Solutions, a retail merchandising firm. She previously founded the marketing firm Blake Marketing Inc., and worked as director of retail marketing and merchandising for Levi Strauss & Co., according to her LinkedIn page. Todd Blake is an entrepreneur and investor, according to the complaint.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Buckingham, of Los Angeles, is the chief executive of a marketing company. Bloomberg describes her as a “lifestyle guru and marketing consultant frequently quoted in television and newspaper interviews as a self-proclaimed millennial expert.”

She is accused of agreeing to make a $50,000 payment to the Key Worldwide Foundation in exchange for someone taking the ACT for her son. According to the complaint, on a call with Singer, Buckingham said she would “probably like to do the same thing” for her daughter because she is “not a great test taker.”

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Gordon Caplan walks out of federal court March 12, 2019, in New York.

Caplan, of Greenwich, Conn., and New York is an attorney and co-chairman of the law firm Willkie Farr & Gallagher. He is accused of making a $75,000 payment under the guise of a charitable donation for his daughter to participate in the cheating scheme.

He allegedly took his daughter to a psychologist in Los Angeles in order to get medical documentation she would need to receive extended time for an entrance exam. Singer told Caplan that his daughter needed “to be stupid” when a psychologist evaluated her for a learning disability.

The ACT twice denied his daughter’s request for extended time before ultimately granting it at the request of law enforcement officials investigating the scheme, according to the complaint.

In a phone call, Singer suggested Caplan hire someone to take classes for his daughter to improve her grades.

Caplan’s wife voiced concerns on the call, saying she had a “problem with that,” according to the complaint.

Caplan picked up the phone to speak privately to Singer, and asked, “If somebody catches this, what happens?”

“The only one who can catch it is if you guys tell somebody,” Singer said.

“I am not going to tell anybody,” Caplan said, both laughing, according to the complaint.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Michael Center at the United States Federal Courthouse in Austin, Texas, March 12, 2019.

Center was the head coach of the men’s tennis team at the University of Texas at Austin.

He was accused of accepting bribes in exchange for designating students as athletic recruits and facilitating their admission to the university, according to the complaint.

He was placed on leave from the university on Tuesday.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Chen, of Newport Beach, runs a company that provides warehousing and other services for the shipping industry. Chen is accused of paying $75,000 in exchange for his son’s participation in the cheating scheme, according to court documents.

Amy Colburn and Gregory Colburn

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

The Colburns are a married couple from Palo Alto. Gregory Colburn is a radiation oncologist in San Jose who has been practicing medicine for more than 20 years. He received his medical degree from UCLA’s David Geffen School of Medicine.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Flaxman, a Beverly Hills resident, is chief executive and co-founder of Crown Realty & Development, a real estate development company. According to his Facebook page, he attended USC.

Mossimo Giannulli and Lori Loughlin

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Mossimo Giannulli and Lori Loughlin

Giannuli is a fashion designer and creator of clothing brand Mossimo; Loughlin is an actress famous for her role on “Full House.” The couple allegedly agreed to pay $500,000 bribes to have their two daughters recruited to the USC rowing team (even though neither of them actually rows) in order to gain admission to the school, according to the complaint.

A cooperating witness told the couple their younger daughter’s crew profile would show their daughter, falsely, as a coxswain for the L.A. Marina Club team, and asked for an “action picture,” according to the complaint. In response, Giannuli sent a picture of their younger daughter on an ergometer, an indoor rowing machine.

In 2017, a guidance counselor from the high school their daughters attended did not believe they rowed and raised concerns that their applications might have misleading information, according to the complaint.

Manuel Henriquez and Elizabeth Henriquez

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Manuel Henriquez is the founder, chairman and CEO of Hercules Capital, a publicly traded specialty finance company based in Palo Alto. Manuel Henriquez and his wife, Elizabeth Henriquez, live in Atherton, Calif.

The couple allegedly participated in the college entrance scheme multiple times for their two daughters.

Manuel Henriquez allegedly was supposed to be billed $75,000 at one point, but instead of paying for the cheating, he agreed to use his influence at Northeastern University, where he is an alum and former member of one of the university’s governing bodies, to secure admission for an unnamed applicant, according to the complaint.

The Henriquezes are also accused of conspiring to bribe Gordon Ernst, the head tennis coach at Georgetown, to enlist their older daughter as a tennis recruit to ease her admission to the university.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Hodge is a Laguna Beach-based investor. Hodge previously led Pimco, a large investment management company based in Newport Beach.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Actress Felicity Huffman

Huffman, actress in the hit ABC show “Desperate Housewives,” is accused of participating in the cheating scheme for her oldest daughter. The daughter allegedly took the SAT in December 2017 and got a 1420, bumping up 400 points from her first test.

Huffman, who lives in Los Angeles, allegedly made initial arrangements to do the same for her younger daughter, but according to the complaint, in February, she spoke with a cooperating witness expressing concern about whether the jump in her daughter’s SAT test scores would raise suspicion with her SAT tutor.

She eventually decided not to participate in the scheme for her younger daughter, according to court documents.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Huneeus, of San Francisco, owns Huneeus Vintners, a portfolio of vineyards in Napa and elsewhere.

He is accused of participating in the cheating scheme on behalf of his daughter and conspiring to bribe Heinel and Vavic at USC to get his daughter into the school as a water polo recruit, according to the complaint.

Bruce Isackson and Davina Isackson

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

The Isacksons are a married couple from Hillsborough, Calif. Bruce Isackson is the president of WP Investments, a real estate development firm in Woodside, Calif. According to WP Investments’ website, Isackson studied at UCLA.

The Isacksons are accused of participating in both the recruitment scheme and cheating scheme. According to court documents, Bruce Isackson worried about what would happen if the scheme got out, saying it would be a “front-page story,” and be an “embarrassment to everyone in the communities.”

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Janavs is a former executive at a large food manufacturer formerly owned by members of her family, according to the criminal indictment.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Kimmel is the president and general counsel for media company Midwest Television, Inc. based in the San Diego area, according to her LinkedIn page. She is a resident of Las Vegas and La Jolla. She is accused of conspiring to use bribery to gain her daughter admission to Georgetown as a tennis recruit and her son admission to USC as a track recruit.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Klapper, of Menlo Park, co-owns a jewelry business. According to the complaint, Klapper asked if her son could take the ACT in Los Angeles after learning about the scheme from another client. She is accused of making a $15,000 purported charitable contribution for her son to participate in the cheating scheme.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Toby MacFarlane, of Del Mar, was a senior executive at a title insurance company. He is accused of agreeing to use bribery to gain his daughter admission to USC as a soccer recruit and his son as a basketball recruit.

The complaint outlines how in 2013 Singer allegedly passed along MacFarlane’s daughter’s records to Khosroshahin and Janke, who were USC women’s soccer coaches at the time. They allegedly helped facilitate her admission to the school as a soccer recruit.

After MacFarlane’s daughter was admitted to USC, she continued to get inquiring emails about NCAA eligibility forms she had to complete and notices from her athletics academic counselor asking her to change her Friday classes since she would need to be free for games, according to the complaint.

That email about Friday classes was also sent to the newly appointed head coach of the team, who responded saying MacFarlane’s daughter wasn’t in her list of players, and to contact her “asap.”

According to the complaint, MacFarlane asked Singer for advice about this. Singer allegedly advised him to tell the coaches his daughter had a plantar fasciitis injury and wouldn’t be practicing for a while.

MacFarlane’s daughter graduated in 2018. She never played soccer at USC, according to the complaint.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

William McGlashan.

McGlashan, of Mill Valley, Calif., is a senior executive at global private equity firm TPG Growth. McGlashan also sits on the board of trustees at Marin Academy, a private prep school in San Rafael, according to the Marin Independent Journal.

He is accused of participating in the cheating and college recruitment scheme, and is also accused of conspiring to bribe Heinel, until Tuesday a senior associate athletic director at USC, to ease his son’s admission to the school as a recruited athlete.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Palatella is the founder of liquor distribution company Preservation Distillery. She and her husband, former San Francisco 49ers player Lou Palatella, have been involved in the liquor distribution business for decades.

Palatella is accused of conspiring to bribe USC’s Heinel to designate her son as a football recruit to facilitate his admission to the university.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Sartorio is a packaged foods entrepreneur based in Menlo Park. According to the San Francisco Business Times, Sartorio co-founded Elena’s Food Specialties Inc., which produces and distributes frozen Mexican food products.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Semprevivo is the chief “strategy and growth officer” at Agoura Hills-based Cydcor, a company that provides outsourced sales services. According to his LinkedIn page, Semprevivo was previously the general manager for Machinima, a video entertainment network.

He is accused of agreeing to bribe Ernst, the Georgetown tennis coach, to facilitate admission for his son — who did not play tennis competitively —to Georgetown.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Sloane is the founder and general manager of the Los Angeles-based water company waterTALENT, which provides staff for water and wastewater treatment facilities, and its parent company aquaTECTURE. According to the company website, he is the former chief executive of a major oil and gas industry equipment supplier and began his career installing sewer mains.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Wilson, who lives in Lynnfield, Mass., is the founder and CEO of a private equity and real estate development firm, according to the criminal indictment.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Zadeh is a tenured associate professor at USC’s Herman Ostrow School of Dentistry and director of the university’s Advanced Education Program in Periodontology. He received his bachelor’s degree at UCLA before attending USC’s dentistry school.

Conspiracy to commit mail fraud and honest services mail fraud.

Zangrillo is the lead investor of a controversial Miami development project, the Magic City Innovation District — a plan that would redevelop a historically black, immigrant area of Little Haiti into luxury shops and apartments.

Suhauna Hussain
Suhauna Hussain is a reporter at the Los Angeles Times. Before joining The Times in 2018, she wrote for the Tampa Bay Times, the Center for Public Integrity, the East Bay Express, the Chronicle of Higher Education, and independent student-run newspaper, the Daily Californian. Suhauna was raised in L.A. and graduated from UC Berkeley with a degree in political economy.

Alejandra Reyes-Velarde
Alejandra Reyes-Velarde started as a Metpro reporter at the Los Angeles Times in 2017. She previously wrote for the San Francisco Business Times and covered local news and crime for the Sacramento Bee. She received her bachelor’s degree in communication studies from UCLA, where she worked at the student-run Daily Bruin. Originally from Duarte, Calif., Reyes is a native Spanish speaker.

Richard Winton
Richard Winton is a crime writer for the Los Angeles Times and part of the team that won the Pulitzer Prize for Public Service in 2011. Known as @lacrimes on Twitter, during 20 years at The Times he also has been part of the breaking news staff that won Pulitzers in 1998 and 2004. He won the ASNE Deadline News award in 2006. A native of England, after getting degrees from University of Kent at Canterbury and University of Wisconsin-Madison, he began covering politics but chose a life of crime because it was less dirty.

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Do Professors Lie on Their Resumes? Dr. Catherine Wilkins, Marilee Jones, David Scott Broxterman, Joseph J. Ellis

Do Professors Lie on Their Resumes? Dr. Catherine Wilkins, Marilee Jones, David Scott Broxterman, Joseph J. Ellis

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The enclosed photograph is the actual fake bald cap that Dr. Catherine Wilkins created, and tried to deceive a cancer patient with. Professor Wilkins bought a skin-colored bald cap, cut off short pieces of her own hair, and then glued them to the bald cap. Dr. Wilkins then covered it with a red bandana and hat. USF Honors Instructor Dr. Wilkins falsely pretended she shaved her head. She wore this cruel fabrication in front of a cancer patient that recently was bald, that lost all of their own hair to ABVD chemotherapy. It was mental abuse perpetrated by Dr. Wilkins. Professor Wilkins then immorally used the cancer patient in more of her lies, in falsifying her school scholarships, and for college career advancement.

Ironically, Dr. Catherine Wilkins teaches classes in Mental Health, one as a popular USF Honors capstone course. Dr. Wilkins also teaches at the Morsani College of Medicine, and Tampa Museum of Art.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents.

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SEVERE IMMORALITY S*X COVER-UP SPANS MANY YEARS:

USF Honors College Professor Perpetrates then Covers-Up Double Life – Adultery, Scholarship Cheating, Abuses Cancer Patient to Work in Mental Health and Around Other Medical Patients

USF’s brightest students, world’s future leaders taught by dishonorable scholarship-cheating professor Dr. Wilkins.

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USF Dr. Catherine Wilkins Cheats, Lies About Going Into Debt Helping Cancer Patient on Scholarship

* * * Dr. Wilkins fabricates scholarship, commits adultery, uses an artist cancer patient to advance her college art career.

* * * Dr. Wilkins makes fake bald cap, and mentally abuses bald cancer patient.

* * * Dr. Wilkins psychologically damages cancer patient, while patient is near death.

* * * For her deceit, receives credit and recommendations. Now teaches courses in Art, Mental Health, PTSD, and Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College, Tampa Art Museum, Morsani College of Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College Health Professions Students Impacted.

* * * Honors capstone course “Connections: Mental Healthcare, Community Engagement, and Art”

* * * Courses are taught by an instructor that has frequently lied, falsified academic scholarships, escaped accountability, and engaged in adultery, sometimes with USF faculty.

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Dr. Catherine Wilkins lied and unethically used my cancer to advance her college career.

Below is an exact word-for-word transcript from Catherine Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship. In it, Catherine praises herself for taking care of a cancer patient, her boyfriend of four years.

That is a lie.

I am that boyfriend. I am that cancer patient. I have been an artist, going to center for the arts magnet schools and taking AP art courses and studying humanities my entire life, long before Dr. Wilkins was ever an Art Historian or Humanities Instructor.

Dr. Wilkins commends herself for taking care of a “loved one” cancer patient.

Everything about me, and Catherine taking care of me, is a complete fabrication by her. She lied to her own university teachers, professors, and faculty about taking care of me, a cancer patient, in order to get their sympathy and respect. And she lied on her scholarships.

I am just now learning details of this from Dr. Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship, that she deceptively uses me and my condition in.

The only truth: Is that I had cancer. The rest, is fabricated by USF Honors College capstone instructor Dr. Wilkins.

Dr. Catherine Wilkins built her entire college career on lies.

It is unconscionable that Catherine used my struggle with cancer, my life-and-death battle, to promote her college career.

If you think a respected person isn’t capable of this, please look again.

* There are persons, such as:

* * * The sham-story homeless man and couple from GoFundMe (Mark D’Amico, Kate McClure, and Johnny Bobbitt), who for a time the public believed were compassionate saints, and poured money and praise into them. It turned out they invented the whole fake-story for their profit.

* * * Jussie Smollett who faked an elaborate plot in an attempt to advance his career, and gain his own sympathy, and profit. Jussie Smollett did this in a fraudulent attempt to become the face of a movement, and be seen as a cultural hero.

* * * Many have used “False Rapes” to conceal adultery: An internet search will show a multitude of real-life court examples.

* * * A respected and popular professor (David Scott Broxterman) at Polk State College in Lakeland, Florida has been revealed as a fraud after forging documents to fake a doctorate from the University of South Florida (USF).

* * * Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Joseph J. Ellis admitted that he lied to his students and others when he said he had been a combat soldier in Vietnam. ”Perpetuated over many years, his lie about himself clearly violates the ethics of our profession and the integrity we expect of all members of our community,” said a statement posted on the college’s website. ”Misleading students is wrong and nothing can excuse it.”

* * * Former dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Marilee Jones resigned after admitting she fabricated her credentials nearly three decades earlier.

* * * Study says Honor students more likely to cheat. A study released by the University of California, Berkeley reports that some Honors students are risking their academic standings by cheating in order to remain competitive candidates for career prospects and admission into graduate schools. Study says between 40 percent and 70 percent of college students admit to cheating. Previously, struggling students were believed to make up the group more likely to commit academic dishonestly. Now, Honors students and others with higher GPAs make up the greater percentage likely to cheat, according to study.

* * * The teachers and parents in the bribe college-admissions cheating scandal (Lori Loughlin, Felicity Huffman, and so many others). Anyone employed at an university should know by now, unfortunately, how extraordinarily ingenious, conniving, unethical, and dishonest students, even faculty and parents (who were former students), can be.

During my several year relationship with Catherine, that almost resulted in marriage, Catherine repeatedly and severely deceived myself, and those around her.

What was Catherine doing while I had cancer? Cheating on me. Committing adultery. Having several affairs. She even had a long-term secret affair with David Brodosi, faculty at USF.

In an attempt to hide her sexual affair with David Brodosi, Catherine Wilkins told me Brodosi raped her.

I told Catherine, she must report David Brodosi for sexual harassment and rape, immediately. Several times, I insisted she file a detailed sexual predator report of David Brodosi.

But the truth turned out to be, their adultery was completely consensual.

Catherine Wilkins’ personal home and University of South Florida’s work computers were filled with months of sexual and erotic emails and text messages to and from David Brodosi. Proving Dr. Wilkins’ adulterous affair was consensual. Catherine and Brodosi discussed intimately their secret “booty calls” as they called them, s*x positions, and traded s*x pictures with each other. Catherine Wilkins admitted to me later that they had consensual s*x. And both Dr. Wilkins and David Brodosi tried to keep it hidden, and cover it up.

Catherine later admitted she loved the illicit thrill, danger, and excitement of cheating. Catherine didn’t care that her adultery was destroying my life, she wanted “the dangerous thrill.”

Catherine Wilkins attempted to get away with cheating, by saying David Brodosi raped her. It instead, was a consensual affair.

There are countless real rape victims, and Catherine tried to appropriate rape, to get out of adultery.

And Catherine had so many other secret lovers, and adulterous affairs that she tried to hide and coverup, while I was dying of cancer.

Professor Catherine Wilkins secretly applied to pose nude for Playboy. There were messages about rockstars autographing her b*****s backstage at a concert. Messages from other secret lovers, and s*x adventures. Dr. Wilkins was going to male strip clubs, singing “It’s Raining Men!” Dr. Wilkins gave local statues f******o and took photos. Catherine Wilkins opened a hidden account on the s*x hookup website, “Adult Friend Finder” for threesomes, orgies, one-night stands, with both men and women. In New Orleans, Dr. Wilkins prowled Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Dr. Wilkins even had s*x with my friends. When I asked her, why my friend knew what her b*****s and nipples looked like, Dr. Wilkins knowing she was at least partially caught, said “We only flirted online. I emailed him naked pictures of myself. We didn’t have s*x.” This alone is heartbreaking enough. Then when I had to go further and ask, “Then why does my friend know what you sound like during s*x, and how you do specific s*x actions, that I’m only supposed to know about?” Dr. Wilkins was then forced to admit, “We had s*x. I lied.” Then she tried to diminish it, turn it around, and receive pity and sympathy, by saying this person was on anti-depressants, and it affected his erection. Poor Catherine. Her secret lover, a person I knew and used to be friends with, had penile dysfunction. What a way to try for sympathy, when you’re caught cheating and lying.

Her secret affairs went on and on.

There are so many other adulterous and dishonest activities Dr. Wilkins engaged herself in. All while we dated. All while I fought cancer, and struggled to stay alive.

All while she tells those around her, writes on her scholarship, and imagines herself as the faithful, saintly girlfriend and almost-wife taking care of me as I was dying. Catherine wasn’t taking care of me, she was having the time of her life cheating.

Each time I found just a little of Catherine Wilkins’ lies and wrong-doing, I begged her to stop, and to do the right thing. Catherine refused to cease, or do what was right, time and time again. Catherine just continued doing what she wanted, using whoever she wanted, telling whatever lies she wanted, and simply tried harder in her coverups.

The only thing Professor Wilkins learned: Was how to conceal, gaslight, and manipulate better.

Catherine’s method is to tell any lie, obfuscate, deflect, blame, accuse others, and even try to become a victim herself, so she may take flight from accountability, and even profit.

Catherine tried to escape responsibility.

To get away with a lie, Catherine would just tell another lie, or blame someone else, or try to make it seem smaller or innocent, or misdirect.

She would say she stopped a certain lie or dishonest behavior or action, but that again, was only to minimize it. I found time and time again, she continued in it. She did not stop.

These are mind games that destroy. Besides the initial destruction of the illicit deed, the coverup continues further destruction. Catherine wanted to gain through sympathy, but had little sympathy for those she lied to.

Professor Catherine Wilkins knew, ultimately, she could win and do whatever she wanted by lying, cheating, manipulation, and hiding the truth. She need not be accountable if she could just lie, put on the right face, and have no one double-check.

Catherine Wilkins even faked and wrote false letters from her parents. She wrote the letters, pretending to be her parents, using her father and mother’s names, and in their voice. She did this, so her parents would not find out about her lies.

On Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, word-for-word, she claims: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay…”

Catherine did not pay my medical bills, or accrue debt “helping me,” as she states. Catherine states this, because she wanted the money for her own college and life purposes.

Catherine did nothing for me, except impede me finding cancer treatment, impede my chemotherapy, and impede my recovery. Her mind games and tactics truly almost killed me.

Catherine: Cancer is literally a daily life and death struggle. Every little germ counts. Every body cell living, dying, growing, or not, means a whole human, dies or lives, vomits or rests, loses their hair or keeps it, endures pain or heals. Instead, you see the cancer suffered by someone else as a way to gain sympathy, and credit for actions you never did. For care you never gave.

Catherine: You told your teachers, professors, friends, parents, wrote on scholarship applications, how you saintly paid my medical bills until you went into debt, and nursed me while I endured cancer. Lies.

New Orleans Charity Hospital, where you have never stepped a foot inside while I was pumped with chemo, and Charity’s doctors, nurses, and a truly saintly social worker are who paid my bills, treated me, gave me genuine mercy, and let me live more years.

Catherine: Please tell me where adulterous cheating, lying, covering-up, manipulating, taking from, copying, nearly plagiarizing, causing extreme mental anguish to, and gaslighting is considered “caring for a cancer patient.”

Catherine: How can you use and abuse a cancer patient in this manner? As you state in your scholarship and told so many, I was “your loved one.” Really?

Catherine: How many other times did you use me, and lie, for your sympathy, credit, or gain? Countless incidents, I’m sure.

Catherine: The truth is, you treated me as an object to advance yourself. Not as a human being. Only when humans see other humans as stepping stones and objects, can they become so selfish, and treat others so callously, and tell such immense, heartless lies.

This kind of massive, long-term deception absolutely negatively impacts every area of a life.

Catherine: Because of your lying, adultery, coverups, gaslighting, and mind games, I did not get my insurance papers filed in time. This almost became my death sentence. This nearly killed me. You simply said, “Not my fault.”

When I expressed how hard everything was on me, Catherine simply said, “Not my fault.”

Catherine: To me, and every hardship I encountered, and the added difficulty of your lies and adultery, your answer to everything was: “Not my fault.”

To your school, teachers, and scholarships, you made yourself into a saint taking care of a cancer patient and paying all his medical bills. Lies.

Callous, selfish lies.

Catherine and I almost married. She was the love of my life. …Until the day I started to find out she was committing adultery on me, and selfishly and dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

When there were land or air animals trapped in the water, or wounded in the middle of the road, I introduced Catherine to animal welfare and rescue. I introduced Catherine to vegetarianism. I later spent years assisting animal rescue.

I have been an artist my entire life. I am a multidisciplinary artist. My art and photography are in books, magazines, newspapers, and museums. I spent my entire life in magnet schools for the arts, AP classes (both art and academic), honors programs, and studying and creating art. So, Catherine Wilkins appropriated my life as an artist, to become an Art Historian. Normally, I would be flattered. I would have shared anything with Catherine, especially the arts. I almost shared my entire life with her. I love when I can inspire others to be an artist, or study or appreciate art. Art, is my mission in life.

Art, to me, is one of the most important creations of humankind.

I love when I can inspire anyone to be better.

And as a multidisciplinary artist working in visual, literary, music, and theatre endeavors, that creates and gives everyday of my life, I learned young to thank and credit the artists before and next to me that influenced me. Despite the cliché maxim that great artists steal, I believe great artists homage, thank, share, and credit as well as create original work. Great artists don’t steal, selfish people do.

But Catherine did not share — Catherine stole, copied, lied and hid.

Whenever I did something, Catherine usually secretly appropriated and copied it, without credit.

Stealing is not flattery.

Dr. Wilkins liked the false feeling and praise that many of her ideas occurred by “immaculate conception.”

Deceptive shortcuts in life and esteem.

Catherine Wilkins, by her appropriation, just about plagiarized my life to advance and create hers.

The revelations of Catherine’s lies and adultery became so bad, we even discussed at our wedding, if Catherine could still wear white. If adulterers and liars could wear white at a wedding. Ultimately, the conclusion was: Catherine and I could not marry, because it was impossible to overcome her adultery and ongoing dishonesty.

What did Catherine do when we did not marry, and I ended my relationship with her? I recently found out, Catherine continued her lies, using of me, and resumed dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

I was in contact with Dr. Wilkins for over a decade, into my early-thirties, until I couldn’t take her falsehoods anymore.

Professor Catherine Wilkins lied and appropriated my cancer to advance her college career.

I learned, Dr. Catherine Wilkins told everyone she was taking care of me. That my cancer and illness was hard on her, not me. Catherine Wilkins: The selfless saint. None of these teachers, school faculty, or people ever met me, except one for just a minute. They all just took Catherine Wilkins’ word as truth.

The first time I got an inkling of this lie, was when I went to USF after I found more evidence of Catherine’s adultery and copying, and questioned her about it. Her Art History professor told me, how Catherine was taking care of me during my illness and how much Catherine was doing for me.

I was at USF to confront Catherine about lying, copying, and adultery, and I am told: “What a saint Catherine is for caring for me in my time of desperate need.”

Before I could respond to Catherine’s teacher, or fully understand the deceit, because it caught me by complete surprise, Catherine whisked me out of the room. Catherine did this every time someone else was about to expose one of her lies, or unknowingly and accidentally reveal a clue to her adultery and affairs, or simply, how Dr. Wilkins was copying my own endeavors without credit. Catherine would quickly remove me from the room, or tell me not to say anything or ask certain questions.

Catherine made herself into a saint, even claiming she went into debt paying for my cancer treatment costs.

In Catherine’s scholarship, she lies: “It seems like true help from G*d … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.”

Who paid for my cancer treatment when almost no hospital would admit me? Charity Hospital in New Orleans.

Catherine did not pay a dime, and accrued absolutely no debt. Not from my medical treatment. Her only debt she cared about, was her school debt.

Who cared for me while I fought for life? The doctors and nurses at Charity Hospital in New Orleans. Otherwise, I was completely alone. My landlord in New Orleans even asked me, who is my next-of-kin or emergency contact, in case I die from cancer and chemo. My answer was, “I have no one.” My landlord said, “You must have someone! I have to fill in the emergency contact space of the lease.” I repeated, “I have no one.”

And it was in that New Orleans apartment, alone, and at Charity Hospital, that I begged and struggled to stay alive.

The main motivation I had for living: Art. I was writing a screenplay and a musical. I am a painter and photographer. I kept on with my art studies and creation as I was alone, bald without hair, weak, nearly dying, and nauseous with chemo in my veins.

Catherine was not there, not for a single cancer treatment. Catherine and I talked by phone, and barely. Catherine just kept up her lies by phone.

Catherine: Is there nothing you will not cruelly steal from me and use as yours? Is there nothing you will not lie about?

You even used my cancer?

I almost died, Catherine. I lost all my hair. Chemo burned me up inside. I vomited weekly. The smallest infections nearly killed me.

I had to walk several miles to and from Charity Hospital — alone — for my treatments, walking home weak and always near vomiting after being injected with bags of ABVD chemo. I now have lifelong detrimental effects from cancer, major surgery, and chemotherapy. My lifespan and health is shortened.

And you were not there, you were never there, Catherine.

I was alone, fighting for life, Catherine, as you were busy cheating and lying.

What was truly my time of need, was Catherine’s time to benefit.

Catherine Wilkins turned my cancer, into a way for her to get scholarship money, and school and career advancement.

To me, those images of caring people surrounding a cancer patient with love, are a complete fantasy.

Also on Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, she claims: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.”

Catherine never once concerned herself that I was an orphan, until now, on her scholarship when she felt she could appropriate that, too, to gain more sympathy and profit for herself.

In fact, I was at a huge disadvantage during our entire relationship because of this. Catherine had doting parents that were willing to defend her and ignore, turn a blind eye, or support her lies. I had no one to defend or protect me, no one to stand up for me, or even give me moral support while Catherine was lying and cheating.

Catherine: I was an abused child. My biological parents were abusers. I have been alone my entire life. Do you know how hard it is to be an orphan? To be abused physically, mentally, and sexually your entire childhood?

What kept me alive as an orphan? Art.

Being an abused orphan, physically and sexually, was my first life-and-death struggle.

To you, Catherine, me being an orphan was just another detail you could appropriate into your own lies and stories to gain sympathy for yourself.

What kind of person are you? To try to turn cancer, an orphan, and even rape into lies you can tell others to gain advancement or sympathy for yourself, or to hide adultery.

Catherine: The fact I am an orphan, is not yours to appropriate.

Catherine, you did not know I was raped several times. Not only was I sexually abused by my biological mother until I escaped, I was raped by men over the years, because I was a vulnerable orphan. As a rape victim myself, please do not appropriate “rape” because you and your USF boss wanted “booty calls” and you were caught.

Catherine, to explain that I was raped by men throughout my childhood, and to say it is a painful topic to discuss, is an immense understatement. But you know what? I decided to become stronger from it. I endured it. I became stronger, and I stayed a good person.

And you, Catherine, tell me that David Brodosi, at USF, did this to you. You told me he raped you, forced you onto your knees, and by physical force made you give him oral s*x. Catherine, I am a victim of such a rape. In brutal, real life. To you, you tried to use rape as an excuse to get out of a secret, consensual affair, and try to even get sympathy from me, while you were cheating on me.

As a child, I had a man do that to me, in real life, and threaten to kill me. I was about 7 years-old, the first time. I simply walked into the bathroom by accident, and I was raped. And there were other rapes and abuses I endured throughout my vulnerable life as an orphan. Please do not use a made-up rape story to hide consensual adultery.

Catherine Wilkins: Rape is no small matter.

You were willing to tell any lie, deflect, redirect, manipulate, destroy or use anyone — especially me — to coverup cheating s*x, and to advance your life.

Catherine: How many times could you destroy my heart?

A person only has one heart.

Each time I found out more about your deceits, I told you, even as strong as I am, even steel that is bent and twisted too many times will break. You broke me. I am an adult man, and I know I sound like a naive child when I ask: “Why must humans — carelessly and carefully — damage other humans?”

Catherine: Child abuse hurt me immensely. But: You, broke me.

Professor Wilkins, I will repeat, because you lie about it in your scholarship to imagine yourself as a selfless sacrificer: I was an abused child. You knew that general part. But. Do you know what it is truly like to be: Sexually abused daily and nightly by women and occasionally men? Be beaten and hit until you have bruises and bleed, mentally abused daily, be unloved, deprived of nearly everything from winter clothes and basic household heat in freezing Northern winters, to being deprived of normal nutrition, calories, and vitamins, to being deprived of just a single loving and encouraging touch?

Sometimes when I finally had food at the dining table as a child, even a teenager, I would look at the meal and cry.

Do you know what it is like to be treated inhumanely nearly your entire childhood, by multiple people? Treated as an object that takes up space and time, and costs money, instead of a child with positive dreams, and artistic talents, and a hungry intellect? I survived child abuse because of my love for the arts, and reverence for a better future. Since I was a child, despite my own deprivations and abuse, I wanted to sincerely improve the world around me.

As an orphan without a support system, I quickly learned personal accountability. I had no one to fall back on, only myself. Humans should always be accountable. As an orphan, I had no time for “fun.” But to me: “Fun” was art, and studying. I had so much work to do, so much art to create, so much to happily learn, so far I wanted to climb, so much “future” to carve out. So everyday counted.

As an abused orphan, I had no one to be proud of me. So I learned, I had to be proud of my own actions.

As an abused orphan, and the tremendous pain and suffering I endured, I learned young not to hurt others. Not to repeat the cycle, not to make excuses, but to make and do positive endeavors. And show and teach by example.

I ask you again, Dr. Wilkins, because on your college scholarship, you clearly state I was an orphan, and that you, Catherine, did not want to abandon me “in such a state” while I was enduring cancer, and that was a main reason you were seeking your scholarship. This scholarship you hid, and I was only recently informed about. You talk of how you suffered. You express your sacrifices. Really?

Catherine, you have deceptively and cruelly turned my horrendous child abuse, into your own application for sympathy and gain. How could you? How can you turn my nightmare as a youth, into a made-up fable in your own life so you can look better on a scholarship? How many other college scholarships did you outright lie and exaggerate on? How many other times did you use me, and the pain in my life, to further and benefit your own life?

Catherine: When I was physically raped, and threatened with being killed as a child, if I ever spoke out — to end and free myself from that abuse and danger, each time as a child, I had to run away from home after home, and occasionally endure life being a homeless kid. No easy task. But. Child abuse was straightforward. Your form of mental rape and abuse goes on-and-on in my life. I keep finding out, even now, how you have lied and used me.

I asked you to report David Brodosi as a s*x offender. Instead, I find countless consensual sexual messages between you and he, and I accidentally open a vast world of your cheating, lying, sexual adventures, and adultery. A world I never wanted to open.

Dr. Wilkins continues: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.”

This is a lie.

Catherine lied on the location, because she needed the scholarship for her own location at USF in Florida. I received all of my cancer treatment in New Orleans at Charity Hospital. Dr. Robert Veith, MD was the oncologist that treated me and saved my life multiple times.

Catherine Wilkins never stepped a foot inside Charity Hospital. She was not there, when I took a taxi in the middle of the night and admitted myself — alone — and desperately begged the emergency room doctor to take me to an oncologist and save me.

Catherine was not there, when during my cancer treatment, and because of it, my blood count plummeted, and I had to take an emergency midnight taxi again, because I developed a serious infection and my body was boiling from fever. I was alone, and literally only a few hours from death. Dr. Veith suddenly appeared at the hospital, in the middle of night, put me on antibiotics, and saved my life yet again. Even now, I cry with gratitude for Dr. Robert Veith. Dr. Veith is human kindness and compassion.

Catherine Wilkins never met Dr. Robert Veith, nor even asked the names of my doctors and nurses. She didn’t care. Her answer to me for everything, and every pain in my soul I endured was: “Not my fault.” And Catherine was certainly not there for my recovery, as she deceptively states she was in her scholarship.

I struggled from nausea, chemical smells and tastes, trying not to vomit. After each treatment, being filled with chemo, I walked myself two miles home alone. During the long walk, which was mostly along a highway and major traffic roads, I smelled car exhaust fumes, which only intensified my stomach’s constant need to retch and gag from ABVD.

One day, I woke up and brushed my hair, as usual. In one stroke, it all came out. I lost all my hair in one go. But for a few ridiculous strands that I tried to keep, I was now bald.

Catherine wasn’t there. I called her on the phone, and told her I lost my hair. I told her how hard this was, how much pain I was in.

She listened, but she didn’t really care.

Catherine just said, “I don’t have anything to do with you losing your hair.”

I felt more and more isolated. I felt as if I was on Pluto, far from sun or warmth, far from people. I received great compassion from the oncologists and nurses at Charity Hospital, but that was only for the brief minutes they tested me, put me into scanning machines, or injected needles. Any other moments, I was utterly alone.

Weeks after I lost all of my hair from chemo, Catherine said to prove her love, commitment, and solidarity with me, she would shave her head.

Instead, Catherine Wilkins snipped short locks of her hair, glued these short pieces of hair to a skin-colored bald cap, and tried to finish the illusion with a hat.

Who the h**l is heartless enough, conniving enough, to do this fake act to a cancer patient? Catherine Wilkins made a fake bald cap, trying to pass it to me as her real shaved head, as I was dying of chemo and without my own hair.

I asked Catherine to take off the hat. Then I asked Catherine to take off the bald cap she created. Her several-feet length of brown hair was simply pinned beneath. Then I asked her to leave.

I was fighting for my life, everyday.

When I was in the cancer ward at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, I watched how a young boyfriend took care of his bald girlfriend who was also struggling for her life. He loved her. I overheard him tell the nurse how he bought his girlfriend face masks, he made sure she took extra vitamins, and he constantly sprayed disinfectant and cleansed surfaces, so her weakened immune system would be protected.

As I watched the love this young couple had for each other, that this young, devoted man had for his girlfriend and her health… All I thought is: I have no one. I am alone. My girlfriend isn’t here. She’s not doing any of that. Catherine is having affairs on me. I have cancer, and Catherine is cheating on me.

Another reason Professor Wilkins couldn’t be there for me during chemo:

Catherine Wilkins later told me on the phone, that she quit college, and joined the Army and was accepted into “Delta Force.” Her father was in the Army Special Forces decades ago as a Green Beret, so I mostly believed her, but with much reservation. From then on, we could only speak on the phone, at certain hours. She described to me she was in basic training, and some of her military lessons, such as laying in the dirt, and searching for landmines by slipping a knife into the soil in front of her. She said how the drill instructors would play games with the recruits, her being one of the Army recruits, by suddenly turning the showers ice cold while she was in it. I was proud, but again a bit confused, by this new Delta Force Army recruit named Catherine Wilkins. I thought: Maybe Catherine won’t cheat while in the Army, and the Army will instill values into her. Catherine and I could only meet in hotel rooms infrequently when she got “leave.” Mostly it was just phone calls. I’m sure she got all her basic training information from her father, who really was in the Army Special Forces. Dr. Wilkins obviously never quit college, or joined the Army.

How did I find out Dr. Wilkins never quit college, or joined the Army? I was walking home after a long evening at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, to lay down and rest from my treatment. I need to cross Bourbon Street to get to my apartment. I bumped into Dr. Wilkins prowling Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention, and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Shocked, Dr. Wilkins simply admitted, “Yeah. I lied about joining the Army. I’m going to Tulane.” That was the only truth she divulged. Of course Dr. Wilkins told me other lies that evening. On her skimpy outfit that revealed her b*****s, Dr. Wilkins said: “I didn’t do my laundry, all mine are dirty, so I had to borrow a friend’s clothes. She’s smaller than me, and this is all she had.” I simply walked away, and let her continue prowling for s*x. My heart, and health, couldn’t take it.

Numerous times I was literally hours from death from infections, fevers, low blood counts, and chemo. And Dr. Wilkins is having fun looking for s*x or sexual attention on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

Dr. Wilkins didn’t want anything to do with caring for me during my cancer treatments, or even treating me as a human, instead of an object to use and benefit her college career. She was only concerned about advancing herself in college. She didn’t have time for both cancer and college.

But Dr. Wilkins could lie about both.

For Dr. Wilkins, it saves a lot of time and effort, to just lie or copy.

Then, I recently learned, Catherine Wilkins blatantly lied in a scholarship praising herself for being the devoted, selfless girlfriend that loved me and paid my bills, and sacrificed hugely for myself and my health.

I learned Catherine was telling her college teachers how compassionately she was taking care of me, how difficult and demanding it was for herself to help me through my illness.

Nothing is farther from truth.

Catherine: Do you know how this feels?

It is being raped. You raped my spirit and my mental health repeatedly.

I had cancer, fought for life, and you cheated on me and lied to me daily.

Catherine: You even lied about shaving your head to show commitment to a cancer patient, and instead, you created a fake bald cap. You literally glued tiny pieces of your hair to a bald cap. How many atrocities can you commit towards a patient of cancer?

And now I found out, I was being used falsely in a college scholarship application, so an adulterer, and someone that did no such good deeds, can advance themselves.

Catherine: How could you? Why?

How could you tell people you were taking care of me, when you were cheating on me the whole time? How could you try to get scholarship money this way?

How could you tell people you were in debt for paying my medical bills, when you were never even at one of my chemo treatments? Not one. Ever.

Catherine: All you ever wanted was to advance yourself. You succeeded by lying, manipulating, and using my cancer.

Even appropriating my life as an artist, and the fact I am an orphan.

There is nothing Professor Wilkins wouldn’t do, if it meant she could gain, feed her ego and impress peers, imagine herself as a selfless saint, or hide deceit.

Except for the angels at Charity Hospital, I had absolutely no support during my cancer treatments and recovery.

Catherine didn’t care about me. Dr. Wilkins cared about becoming a college professor by any hook, crook, scheme, or lie.

Catherine Wilkins: My battle with cancer, is not yours to use, advance yourself with, or appropriate.

Below… The word-for-word transcript of Catherine’s falsified scholarship (everything about her “care” for a cancer patient is a complete lie fabricated by her):

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Table of Contents
Reasons for Applying for the CDA Scholarship
Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

1. The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult.

2. My position as a graduate teacher is very rewarding in that it enables me to share my love of learning with fellow young people; however, it does not cover the full cost of my school fees and living expenses.

3. I fear that my dream of earning a graduate degree and becoming a college professor might not be realized without further financial aid.

Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

My name is Catherine Wilkins. I enrolled as a graduate student at Tulane University in New Orleans, pursuing a Master of the Arts degree in Art History.

I lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life before moving away for graduate school, born into a wonderfully large and caring extended family. My family raised me very well, and taught me principles of love, wisdom, and faith from a very early age. In part due to their dedication( to my upbringing, I was able to skip first grade, going directly to second grade from Kindergarten. From grade school onward, I attended Catholic schools, where I was educated both intellectually and spiritually. During my time at St. Petersburg Catholic High School, I began assisting as a volunteer at a local soup kitchen, as well as at a tennis camp for young children. Additional extracurricular activities during that time period included employment of thirty five hours per week at Publix Supermarkets, membership on the high school tennis team, enrollment in the National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta (math honor society), and volunteer work for several environmental agencies.

I graduated high school third in my class, with highest honors and a special departmental award in English, just after my seventeenth birthday. In the fall, I dual-enrolled at the University of South Florida (U.S.F.) and St. Petersburg Junior College in order to take more courses at once. I took specialized courses at the University and more broad, required classes at the Junior College, all completely funded by merit-based scholarships. While at school, I received the Florida Bright Futures full scholarship, as well as an additional Legacy Scholarship from the Humanities department, a trustee scholarship from the Junior College, and both Presidential and Honors scholarships from the University of South Florida. I received my Associates’ degree in just over a year, in December, graduating on the Dean’s List with High Honors. After that point, I attended courses solely at U.S.F. while still working at the supermarket. At the University, I specialized in the Humanities, and had a ravenous appetite for all knowledge concerned with history, art, literature, music and theatre. My scholarships allowed me to take a great number of classes at once, sometimes as many as twenty-two credit hours per semester, prompting me to finish my Bachelor’s degree three years after I received my high school diploma. I graduated magna c*m laude, with an overall Grade Point Average of 3.757.

Upon my graduation, I received an offer of a full scholarship for graduate school, plus a paid position as a graduate assistant at Tulane University, a well-accredited school in New Orleans. Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.

Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. At such short notice, there was no financial aid available for me for my first semester of graduate school, and I was able to pay for only one course with the money I earned working as a library assistant at the University. I was extremely troubled, not only due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer, but also because I felt as though I was falling behind in my course work and was forfeiting my dream of achieving a graduate degree in Art History and going on to work as a college professor. I was left with little but my family, friends, and faith to help me get through this difficult period in my life.

Fortunately, in spring, I was blessed with some opportunities which served to help me on my path to a productive and complete adulthood. I was offered a job as a graduate teacher at U.S.F., a position that provided a very modest salary, but which included a stipend for 75% of my tuition. This provided me a wonderful opportunity to share my love of learning with other young people while at the same time pursuing my own dream of receiving a graduate degree. I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses, in terms of fees that run upwards of $1300 per year that I must pay myself, along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses, and, of course, my own living costs. Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted, and I often face a good deal of stress and pressure when attempting to pay my bills each month. In the meantime, though, I have remained active as a graduate student, maintaining a 4.0 unweighted grade point average while partaking in volunteer activities at the Newcomb Gallery and the New Orleans Museum of Art as well as serving as my department’s representative in multiple on-campus student organizations. This past year, I have taught two art-historical survey classes while I completed most of my graduate coursework, and I am now preparing to begin writing my thesis and applying to other schools where I would like to work toward my Doctoral degree.

Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from G*d, and would allow me to take more courses at the University without worrying about my inability to pay the related fees. In addition, I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing – emotionally, physically, and spiritually – I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity to grow and learn, to help another, yet still persist in meeting my own goals. The experience of the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith; important lessons which transcend those I learned in the classroom. I cannot wait to apply what I have learned about life to my educational studies, and this scholarship from the Catholic Daughters will provide me the means by which I can accomplish it.

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Wilkins was a faculty member for several years at the University of Colorado Boulder and Florida Southwestern State College before joining USF’s Honors College in 2015.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor who had said he had earned a Ph.D. when he had dropped out of the program at the dissertation stage. Those of us who have gone through the process of writing a dissertation can relate to the pressures it creates and difficulty just surviving the process. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job because of the lack of a Ph.D. Upon questioning the candidate told me that he planned to go back and finish the paper. I told him that maybe I’d plan to hire him after he carries out his plan to finish the degree. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents. Those censures, however, have stopped short of directly criticizing Bruce Harreld, who was selected unanimously by the regents September 3 as UI’s 21st president.

I don’t get it. He lies on his resume to get a president’s job at a major college and the Board of Regents doesn’t directly criticize the would-be president for the lie? What am I missing here? Is the Board blaming its own process for the result? It probably should but I doubt that is the motivation. It’s probably to “save face” or draw less attention to what happened. Not very ethical or responsible.

On the other hand, the Faculty Assembly did the right thing. After meeting in closed session the Faculty Assembly of the UI College of Liberal Arts and Sciences unanimously approved the motion against Harreld for failing to uphold “the highest ethical standards” and violating professional ethics by misrepresenting his recent work experience and publication history.

“I think the message is that values and ethics matter,” said Bob McMurray, a professor of psychology. “This is not a call for any action. This is not saying that we will not support President Harreld. … But it is a statement that we expect people to behave with intellectual honesty.”

Now I don’t get it again. It’s as if what the Faculty Assembly giveth (rightly criticizing unethical behavior) it taketh away by backing off and saying they’ll back a president who lied on his resume to get the job. Huh? What am I missing? Talk about a lack of courage and integrity.

Let’s look at the specifics. The two discrepancies listed by the censure motion concern how Harreld described his recent work experience and publication history.

On his resume, Harreld listed his most recent employment as managing principal of Executing Strategy LLC in Avon, Colorado. During his September 1 public forum, Harreld noted the listing had been a mistake. He used the name of a limited liability company that he had been using in Massachusetts but no longer needed now that his clients wanted him to assume liability directly. He allowed that company to lapse.

“So that’s ‘Shame on me.’ I too quickly pulled it out of my head and put it on the resume,” he said. “There’s no Colorado corporation. … It’s me personally working.”

Oh please. You mean to tell me he didn’t have a resume waiting to go before he applied for the UI job? I believe the statement that he “pulled it out of my head and put it on the resume” is an attempt to cover up the lie and make it look more acceptable to the university community. As in most cases of bad acts the explanation for an unethical action is worse than the act itself.

Neither Harreld nor the regents have said anything regarding the faculty assembly’s second charge: that Harreld failed to note on his resume that most of the 12 papers listed under publications were co-authored. Such a failure amounts to claiming sole credit for work this is not yours alone, said Russ Ganim, chairman of the faculty assembly, and is in violation of the rules.

This offense is worse because it cheats co-authors out of a citation they deserve and worked hard to achieve. This is almost as bad as using a student’s paper as the basis for a research publication and not acknowledging the student or getting his/her approval. And by the way that happens all the time.

If you think this is an isolated incident, think again. Back in 2014 a Polk State College professor, David Broxterman, provided a fake diploma and academic transcripts from the University of South Florida on his application to Polk State College. The school hired him in 2009 as a business professor. A close inspection of the diploma reveals that “board” is spelled wrong in one place, and the signature of USF President Judy Genshaft doesn’t match her signature on other diplomas. A spokesperson said in light of the incident, the college will start using a third party to verify all academic transcripts and diplomas before hiring candidates.

Good idea but it’s sad that we have to verify the veracity of those who are supposed mold students into being contributing members of society and better human beings.

The saddest case I’ve heard of, and at one of the most prestigious universities in the world, happened in 2007 when Marilee Jones, the dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, admitted that she had fabricated her own educational credentials, and resigned after nearly three decades at M.I.T. Officials of the institute said she did not have even an undergraduate degree.

“I misrepresented my academic degrees when I first applied to M.I.T. 28 years ago and did not have the courage to correct my résumé when I applied for my current job or at any time since,” Ms. Jones said in a statement posted on the institute’s Web site. “I am deeply sorry for this and for disappointing so many in the M.I.T. community and beyond who supported me, believed in me, and who have given me extraordinary opportunities.”

The action speaks for itself. Beyond that, I have to wonder how someone can rise to the level of a dean without any relevant academic credentials. Does that this mean those credentials are a joke? Why do you need them to get ahead?

I’m reaching the end of my journey in academe and will share my insights and feelings at a later date. For now I’ll go back to my ethics book and maybe write a new case study about these experiences of university folks. Don’t worry, I’ll give them the proper attribution they deserve.

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage. Professor Mintz teaches in the Orfalea College of Business at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo.

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LS said…
Thank you so much for sharing this. I am not sure what to do with my situation – I feel that my dissertation supervisor has been dishonest with her career and academic records. Different websites that mention her have different credentials that she is supposed to have (I guess). Information on her affiliated institutions also differ (she has attended a program, but has no record of graduating from it, yet still holding a degree from the program, or another degree that is not offered by the institution she claims to have graduated from). I could not report this to damage the operation of my program because she is a department chair, and my relationship with her as I am trying to complete my Ph.D. But working with her without being able to fully trust her has been very stressful, especially since she has provided very little supervision. She does not hire many faculty members and keeps only those who would deter to her, which makes it very difficult for me to work with other faculty members for my dissertation.

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Do Professors Lie on Their Resumes? Dr. Catherine Wilkins, Marilee Jones, David Scott Broxterman, Joseph J. Ellis

Do Professors Lie on Their Resumes? Dr. Catherine Wilkins, Marilee Jones, David Scott Broxterman, Joseph J. Ellis

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The enclosed photograph is the actual fake bald cap that Dr. Catherine Wilkins created, and tried to deceive a cancer patient with. Professor Wilkins bought a skin-colored bald cap, cut off short pieces of her own hair, and then glued them to the bald cap. Dr. Wilkins then covered it with a red bandana and hat. USF Honors Instructor Dr. Wilkins falsely pretended she shaved her head. She wore this cruel fabrication in front of a cancer patient that recently was bald, that lost all of their own hair to ABVD chemotherapy. It was mental abuse perpetrated by Dr. Wilkins. Professor Wilkins then immorally used the cancer patient in more of her lies, in falsifying her school scholarships, and for college career advancement.

Ironically, Dr. Catherine Wilkins teaches classes in Mental Health, one as a popular USF Honors capstone course. Dr. Wilkins also teaches at the Morsani College of Medicine, and Tampa Museum of Art.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents.

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SEVERE IMMORALITY S*X COVER-UP SPANS MANY YEARS:

USF Honors College Professor Perpetrates then Covers-Up Double Life – Adultery, Scholarship Cheating, Abuses Cancer Patient to Work in Mental Health and Around Other Medical Patients

USF’s brightest students, world’s future leaders taught by dishonorable scholarship-cheating professor Dr. Wilkins.

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USF Dr. Catherine Wilkins Cheats, Lies About Going Into Debt Helping Cancer Patient on Scholarship

* * * Dr. Wilkins fabricates scholarship, commits adultery, uses an artist cancer patient to advance her college art career.

* * * Dr. Wilkins makes fake bald cap, and mentally abuses bald cancer patient.

* * * Dr. Wilkins psychologically damages cancer patient, while patient is near death.

* * * For her deceit, receives credit and recommendations. Now teaches courses in Art, Mental Health, PTSD, and Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College, Tampa Art Museum, Morsani College of Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College Health Professions Students Impacted.

* * * Honors capstone course “Connections: Mental Healthcare, Community Engagement, and Art”

* * * Courses are taught by an instructor that has frequently lied, falsified academic scholarships, escaped accountability, and engaged in adultery, sometimes with USF faculty.

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Dr. Catherine Wilkins lied and unethically used my cancer to advance her college career.

Below is an exact word-for-word transcript from Catherine Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship. In it, Catherine praises herself for taking care of a cancer patient, her boyfriend of four years.

That is a lie.

I am that boyfriend. I am that cancer patient. I have been an artist, going to center for the arts magnet schools and taking AP art courses and studying humanities my entire life, long before Dr. Wilkins was ever an Art Historian or Humanities Instructor.

Dr. Wilkins commends herself for taking care of a “loved one” cancer patient.

Everything about me, and Catherine taking care of me, is a complete fabrication by her. She lied to her own university teachers, professors, and faculty about taking care of me, a cancer patient, in order to get their sympathy and respect. And she lied on her scholarships.

I am just now learning details of this from Dr. Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship, that she deceptively uses me and my condition in.

The only truth: Is that I had cancer. The rest, is fabricated by USF Honors College capstone instructor Dr. Wilkins.

Dr. Catherine Wilkins built her entire college career on lies.

It is unconscionable that Catherine used my struggle with cancer, my life-and-death battle, to promote her college career.

If you think a respected person isn’t capable of this, please look again.

* There are persons, such as:

* * * The sham-story homeless man and couple from GoFundMe (Mark D’Amico, Kate McClure, and Johnny Bobbitt), who for a time the public believed were compassionate saints, and poured money and praise into them. It turned out they invented the whole fake-story for their profit.

* * * Jussie Smollett who faked an elaborate plot in an attempt to advance his career, and gain his own sympathy, and profit. Jussie Smollett did this in a fraudulent attempt to become the face of a movement, and be seen as a cultural hero.

* * * Many have used “False Rapes” to conceal adultery: An internet search will show a multitude of real-life court examples.

* * * A respected and popular professor (David Scott Broxterman) at Polk State College in Lakeland, Florida has been revealed as a fraud after forging documents to fake a doctorate from the University of South Florida (USF).

* * * Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Joseph J. Ellis admitted that he lied to his students and others when he said he had been a combat soldier in Vietnam. ”Perpetuated over many years, his lie about himself clearly violates the ethics of our profession and the integrity we expect of all members of our community,” said a statement posted on the college’s website. ”Misleading students is wrong and nothing can excuse it.”

* * * Former dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Marilee Jones resigned after admitting she fabricated her credentials nearly three decades earlier.

* * * Study says Honor students more likely to cheat. A study released by the University of California, Berkeley reports that some Honors students are risking their academic standings by cheating in order to remain competitive candidates for career prospects and admission into graduate schools. Study says between 40 percent and 70 percent of college students admit to cheating. Previously, struggling students were believed to make up the group more likely to commit academic dishonestly. Now, Honors students and others with higher GPAs make up the greater percentage likely to cheat, according to study.

* * * The teachers and parents in the bribe college-admissions cheating scandal (Lori Loughlin, Felicity Huffman, and so many others). Anyone employed at an university should know by now, unfortunately, how extraordinarily ingenious, conniving, unethical, and dishonest students, even faculty and parents (who were former students), can be.

During my several year relationship with Catherine, that almost resulted in marriage, Catherine repeatedly and severely deceived myself, and those around her.

What was Catherine doing while I had cancer? Cheating on me. Committing adultery. Having several affairs. She even had a long-term secret affair with David Brodosi, faculty at USF.

In an attempt to hide her sexual affair with David Brodosi, Catherine Wilkins told me Brodosi raped her.

I told Catherine, she must report David Brodosi for sexual harassment and rape, immediately. Several times, I insisted she file a detailed sexual predator report of David Brodosi.

But the truth turned out to be, their adultery was completely consensual.

Catherine Wilkins’ personal home and University of South Florida’s work computers were filled with months of sexual and erotic emails and text messages to and from David Brodosi. Proving Dr. Wilkins’ adulterous affair was consensual. Catherine and Brodosi discussed intimately their secret “booty calls” as they called them, s*x positions, and traded s*x pictures with each other. Catherine Wilkins admitted to me later that they had consensual s*x. And both Dr. Wilkins and David Brodosi tried to keep it hidden, and cover it up.

Catherine later admitted she loved the illicit thrill, danger, and excitement of cheating. Catherine didn’t care that her adultery was destroying my life, she wanted “the dangerous thrill.”

Catherine Wilkins attempted to get away with cheating, by saying David Brodosi raped her. It instead, was a consensual affair.

There are countless real rape victims, and Catherine tried to appropriate rape, to get out of adultery.

And Catherine had so many other secret lovers, and adulterous affairs that she tried to hide and coverup, while I was dying of cancer.

Professor Catherine Wilkins secretly applied to pose nude for Playboy. There were messages about rockstars autographing her b*****s backstage at a concert. Messages from other secret lovers, and s*x adventures. Dr. Wilkins was going to male strip clubs, singing “It’s Raining Men!” Dr. Wilkins gave local statues f******o and took photos. Catherine Wilkins opened a hidden account on the s*x hookup website, “Adult Friend Finder” for threesomes, orgies, one-night stands, with both men and women. In New Orleans, Dr. Wilkins prowled Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Dr. Wilkins even had s*x with my friends. When I asked her, why my friend knew what her b*****s and nipples looked like, Dr. Wilkins knowing she was at least partially caught, said “We only flirted online. I emailed him naked pictures of myself. We didn’t have s*x.” This alone is heartbreaking enough. Then when I had to go further and ask, “Then why does my friend know what you sound like during s*x, and how you do specific s*x actions, that I’m only supposed to know about?” Dr. Wilkins was then forced to admit, “We had s*x. I lied.” Then she tried to diminish it, turn it around, and receive pity and sympathy, by saying this person was on anti-depressants, and it affected his erection. Poor Catherine. Her secret lover, a person I knew and used to be friends with, had penile dysfunction. What a way to try for sympathy, when you’re caught cheating and lying.

Her secret affairs went on and on.

There are so many other adulterous and dishonest activities Dr. Wilkins engaged herself in. All while we dated. All while I fought cancer, and struggled to stay alive.

All while she tells those around her, writes on her scholarship, and imagines herself as the faithful, saintly girlfriend and almost-wife taking care of me as I was dying. Catherine wasn’t taking care of me, she was having the time of her life cheating.

Each time I found just a little of Catherine Wilkins’ lies and wrong-doing, I begged her to stop, and to do the right thing. Catherine refused to cease, or do what was right, time and time again. Catherine just continued doing what she wanted, using whoever she wanted, telling whatever lies she wanted, and simply tried harder in her coverups.

The only thing Professor Wilkins learned: Was how to conceal, gaslight, and manipulate better.

Catherine’s method is to tell any lie, obfuscate, deflect, blame, accuse others, and even try to become a victim herself, so she may take flight from accountability, and even profit.

Catherine tried to escape responsibility.

To get away with a lie, Catherine would just tell another lie, or blame someone else, or try to make it seem smaller or innocent, or misdirect.

She would say she stopped a certain lie or dishonest behavior or action, but that again, was only to minimize it. I found time and time again, she continued in it. She did not stop.

These are mind games that destroy. Besides the initial destruction of the illicit deed, the coverup continues further destruction. Catherine wanted to gain through sympathy, but had little sympathy for those she lied to.

Professor Catherine Wilkins knew, ultimately, she could win and do whatever she wanted by lying, cheating, manipulation, and hiding the truth. She need not be accountable if she could just lie, put on the right face, and have no one double-check.

Catherine Wilkins even faked and wrote false letters from her parents. She wrote the letters, pretending to be her parents, using her father and mother’s names, and in their voice. She did this, so her parents would not find out about her lies.

On Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, word-for-word, she claims: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay…”

Catherine did not pay my medical bills, or accrue debt “helping me,” as she states. Catherine states this, because she wanted the money for her own college and life purposes.

Catherine did nothing for me, except impede me finding cancer treatment, impede my chemotherapy, and impede my recovery. Her mind games and tactics truly almost killed me.

Catherine: Cancer is literally a daily life and death struggle. Every little germ counts. Every body cell living, dying, growing, or not, means a whole human, dies or lives, vomits or rests, loses their hair or keeps it, endures pain or heals. Instead, you see the cancer suffered by someone else as a way to gain sympathy, and credit for actions you never did. For care you never gave.

Catherine: You told your teachers, professors, friends, parents, wrote on scholarship applications, how you saintly paid my medical bills until you went into debt, and nursed me while I endured cancer. Lies.

New Orleans Charity Hospital, where you have never stepped a foot inside while I was pumped with chemo, and Charity’s doctors, nurses, and a truly saintly social worker are who paid my bills, treated me, gave me genuine mercy, and let me live more years.

Catherine: Please tell me where adulterous cheating, lying, covering-up, manipulating, taking from, copying, nearly plagiarizing, causing extreme mental anguish to, and gaslighting is considered “caring for a cancer patient.”

Catherine: How can you use and abuse a cancer patient in this manner? As you state in your scholarship and told so many, I was “your loved one.” Really?

Catherine: How many other times did you use me, and lie, for your sympathy, credit, or gain? Countless incidents, I’m sure.

Catherine: The truth is, you treated me as an object to advance yourself. Not as a human being. Only when humans see other humans as stepping stones and objects, can they become so selfish, and treat others so callously, and tell such immense, heartless lies.

This kind of massive, long-term deception absolutely negatively impacts every area of a life.

Catherine: Because of your lying, adultery, coverups, gaslighting, and mind games, I did not get my insurance papers filed in time. This almost became my death sentence. This nearly killed me. You simply said, “Not my fault.”

When I expressed how hard everything was on me, Catherine simply said, “Not my fault.”

Catherine: To me, and every hardship I encountered, and the added difficulty of your lies and adultery, your answer to everything was: “Not my fault.”

To your school, teachers, and scholarships, you made yourself into a saint taking care of a cancer patient and paying all his medical bills. Lies.

Callous, selfish lies.

Catherine and I almost married. She was the love of my life. …Until the day I started to find out she was committing adultery on me, and selfishly and dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

When there were land or air animals trapped in the water, or wounded in the middle of the road, I introduced Catherine to animal welfare and rescue. I introduced Catherine to vegetarianism. I later spent years assisting animal rescue.

I have been an artist my entire life. I am a multidisciplinary artist. My art and photography are in books, magazines, newspapers, and museums. I spent my entire life in magnet schools for the arts, AP classes (both art and academic), honors programs, and studying and creating art. So, Catherine Wilkins appropriated my life as an artist, to become an Art Historian. Normally, I would be flattered. I would have shared anything with Catherine, especially the arts. I almost shared my entire life with her. I love when I can inspire others to be an artist, or study or appreciate art. Art, is my mission in life.

Art, to me, is one of the most important creations of humankind.

I love when I can inspire anyone to be better.

And as a multidisciplinary artist working in visual, literary, music, and theatre endeavors, that creates and gives everyday of my life, I learned young to thank and credit the artists before and next to me that influenced me. Despite the cliché maxim that great artists steal, I believe great artists homage, thank, share, and credit as well as create original work. Great artists don’t steal, selfish people do.

But Catherine did not share — Catherine stole, copied, lied and hid.

Whenever I did something, Catherine usually secretly appropriated and copied it, without credit.

Stealing is not flattery.

Dr. Wilkins liked the false feeling and praise that many of her ideas occurred by “immaculate conception.”

Deceptive shortcuts in life and esteem.

Catherine Wilkins, by her appropriation, just about plagiarized my life to advance and create hers.

The revelations of Catherine’s lies and adultery became so bad, we even discussed at our wedding, if Catherine could still wear white. If adulterers and liars could wear white at a wedding. Ultimately, the conclusion was: Catherine and I could not marry, because it was impossible to overcome her adultery and ongoing dishonesty.

What did Catherine do when we did not marry, and I ended my relationship with her? I recently found out, Catherine continued her lies, using of me, and resumed dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

I was in contact with Dr. Wilkins for over a decade, into my early-thirties, until I couldn’t take her falsehoods anymore.

Professor Catherine Wilkins lied and appropriated my cancer to advance her college career.

I learned, Dr. Catherine Wilkins told everyone she was taking care of me. That my cancer and illness was hard on her, not me. Catherine Wilkins: The selfless saint. None of these teachers, school faculty, or people ever met me, except one for just a minute. They all just took Catherine Wilkins’ word as truth.

The first time I got an inkling of this lie, was when I went to USF after I found more evidence of Catherine’s adultery and copying, and questioned her about it. Her Art History professor told me, how Catherine was taking care of me during my illness and how much Catherine was doing for me.

I was at USF to confront Catherine about lying, copying, and adultery, and I am told: “What a saint Catherine is for caring for me in my time of desperate need.”

Before I could respond to Catherine’s teacher, or fully understand the deceit, because it caught me by complete surprise, Catherine whisked me out of the room. Catherine did this every time someone else was about to expose one of her lies, or unknowingly and accidentally reveal a clue to her adultery and affairs, or simply, how Dr. Wilkins was copying my own endeavors without credit. Catherine would quickly remove me from the room, or tell me not to say anything or ask certain questions.

Catherine made herself into a saint, even claiming she went into debt paying for my cancer treatment costs.

In Catherine’s scholarship, she lies: “It seems like true help from G*d … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.”

Who paid for my cancer treatment when almost no hospital would admit me? Charity Hospital in New Orleans.

Catherine did not pay a dime, and accrued absolutely no debt. Not from my medical treatment. Her only debt she cared about, was her school debt.

Who cared for me while I fought for life? The doctors and nurses at Charity Hospital in New Orleans. Otherwise, I was completely alone. My landlord in New Orleans even asked me, who is my next-of-kin or emergency contact, in case I die from cancer and chemo. My answer was, “I have no one.” My landlord said, “You must have someone! I have to fill in the emergency contact space of the lease.” I repeated, “I have no one.”

And it was in that New Orleans apartment, alone, and at Charity Hospital, that I begged and struggled to stay alive.

The main motivation I had for living: Art. I was writing a screenplay and a musical. I am a painter and photographer. I kept on with my art studies and creation as I was alone, bald without hair, weak, nearly dying, and nauseous with chemo in my veins.

Catherine was not there, not for a single cancer treatment. Catherine and I talked by phone, and barely. Catherine just kept up her lies by phone.

Catherine: Is there nothing you will not cruelly steal from me and use as yours? Is there nothing you will not lie about?

You even used my cancer?

I almost died, Catherine. I lost all my hair. Chemo burned me up inside. I vomited weekly. The smallest infections nearly killed me.

I had to walk several miles to and from Charity Hospital — alone — for my treatments, walking home weak and always near vomiting after being injected with bags of ABVD chemo. I now have lifelong detrimental effects from cancer, major surgery, and chemotherapy. My lifespan and health is shortened.

And you were not there, you were never there, Catherine.

I was alone, fighting for life, Catherine, as you were busy cheating and lying.

What was truly my time of need, was Catherine’s time to benefit.

Catherine Wilkins turned my cancer, into a way for her to get scholarship money, and school and career advancement.

To me, those images of caring people surrounding a cancer patient with love, are a complete fantasy.

Also on Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, she claims: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.”

Catherine never once concerned herself that I was an orphan, until now, on her scholarship when she felt she could appropriate that, too, to gain more sympathy and profit for herself.

In fact, I was at a huge disadvantage during our entire relationship because of this. Catherine had doting parents that were willing to defend her and ignore, turn a blind eye, or support her lies. I had no one to defend or protect me, no one to stand up for me, or even give me moral support while Catherine was lying and cheating.

Catherine: I was an abused child. My biological parents were abusers. I have been alone my entire life. Do you know how hard it is to be an orphan? To be abused physically, mentally, and sexually your entire childhood?

What kept me alive as an orphan? Art.

Being an abused orphan, physically and sexually, was my first life-and-death struggle.

To you, Catherine, me being an orphan was just another detail you could appropriate into your own lies and stories to gain sympathy for yourself.

What kind of person are you? To try to turn cancer, an orphan, and even rape into lies you can tell others to gain advancement or sympathy for yourself, or to hide adultery.

Catherine: The fact I am an orphan, is not yours to appropriate.

Catherine, you did not know I was raped several times. Not only was I sexually abused by my biological mother until I escaped, I was raped by men over the years, because I was a vulnerable orphan. As a rape victim myself, please do not appropriate “rape” because you and your USF boss wanted “booty calls” and you were caught.

Catherine, to explain that I was raped by men throughout my childhood, and to say it is a painful topic to discuss, is an immense understatement. But you know what? I decided to become stronger from it. I endured it. I became stronger, and I stayed a good person.

And you, Catherine, tell me that David Brodosi, at USF, did this to you. You told me he raped you, forced you onto your knees, and by physical force made you give him oral s*x. Catherine, I am a victim of such a rape. In brutal, real life. To you, you tried to use rape as an excuse to get out of a secret, consensual affair, and try to even get sympathy from me, while you were cheating on me.

As a child, I had a man do that to me, in real life, and threaten to kill me. I was about 7 years-old, the first time. I simply walked into the bathroom by accident, and I was raped. And there were other rapes and abuses I endured throughout my vulnerable life as an orphan. Please do not use a made-up rape story to hide consensual adultery.

Catherine Wilkins: Rape is no small matter.

You were willing to tell any lie, deflect, redirect, manipulate, destroy or use anyone — especially me — to coverup cheating s*x, and to advance your life.

Catherine: How many times could you destroy my heart?

A person only has one heart.

Each time I found out more about your deceits, I told you, even as strong as I am, even steel that is bent and twisted too many times will break. You broke me. I am an adult man, and I know I sound like a naive child when I ask: “Why must humans — carelessly and carefully — damage other humans?”

Catherine: Child abuse hurt me immensely. But: You, broke me.

Professor Wilkins, I will repeat, because you lie about it in your scholarship to imagine yourself as a selfless sacrificer: I was an abused child. You knew that general part. But. Do you know what it is truly like to be: Sexually abused daily and nightly by women and occasionally men? Be beaten and hit until you have bruises and bleed, mentally abused daily, be unloved, deprived of nearly everything from winter clothes and basic household heat in freezing Northern winters, to being deprived of normal nutrition, calories, and vitamins, to being deprived of just a single loving and encouraging touch?

Sometimes when I finally had food at the dining table as a child, even a teenager, I would look at the meal and cry.

Do you know what it is like to be treated inhumanely nearly your entire childhood, by multiple people? Treated as an object that takes up space and time, and costs money, instead of a child with positive dreams, and artistic talents, and a hungry intellect? I survived child abuse because of my love for the arts, and reverence for a better future. Since I was a child, despite my own deprivations and abuse, I wanted to sincerely improve the world around me.

As an orphan without a support system, I quickly learned personal accountability. I had no one to fall back on, only myself. Humans should always be accountable. As an orphan, I had no time for “fun.” But to me: “Fun” was art, and studying. I had so much work to do, so much art to create, so much to happily learn, so far I wanted to climb, so much “future” to carve out. So everyday counted.

As an abused orphan, I had no one to be proud of me. So I learned, I had to be proud of my own actions.

As an abused orphan, and the tremendous pain and suffering I endured, I learned young not to hurt others. Not to repeat the cycle, not to make excuses, but to make and do positive endeavors. And show and teach by example.

I ask you again, Dr. Wilkins, because on your college scholarship, you clearly state I was an orphan, and that you, Catherine, did not want to abandon me “in such a state” while I was enduring cancer, and that was a main reason you were seeking your scholarship. This scholarship you hid, and I was only recently informed about. You talk of how you suffered. You express your sacrifices. Really?

Catherine, you have deceptively and cruelly turned my horrendous child abuse, into your own application for sympathy and gain. How could you? How can you turn my nightmare as a youth, into a made-up fable in your own life so you can look better on a scholarship? How many other college scholarships did you outright lie and exaggerate on? How many other times did you use me, and the pain in my life, to further and benefit your own life?

Catherine: When I was physically raped, and threatened with being killed as a child, if I ever spoke out — to end and free myself from that abuse and danger, each time as a child, I had to run away from home after home, and occasionally endure life being a homeless kid. No easy task. But. Child abuse was straightforward. Your form of mental rape and abuse goes on-and-on in my life. I keep finding out, even now, how you have lied and used me.

I asked you to report David Brodosi as a s*x offender. Instead, I find countless consensual sexual messages between you and he, and I accidentally open a vast world of your cheating, lying, sexual adventures, and adultery. A world I never wanted to open.

Dr. Wilkins continues: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.”

This is a lie.

Catherine lied on the location, because she needed the scholarship for her own location at USF in Florida. I received all of my cancer treatment in New Orleans at Charity Hospital. Dr. Robert Veith, MD was the oncologist that treated me and saved my life multiple times.

Catherine Wilkins never stepped a foot inside Charity Hospital. She was not there, when I took a taxi in the middle of the night and admitted myself — alone — and desperately begged the emergency room doctor to take me to an oncologist and save me.

Catherine was not there, when during my cancer treatment, and because of it, my blood count plummeted, and I had to take an emergency midnight taxi again, because I developed a serious infection and my body was boiling from fever. I was alone, and literally only a few hours from death. Dr. Veith suddenly appeared at the hospital, in the middle of night, put me on antibiotics, and saved my life yet again. Even now, I cry with gratitude for Dr. Robert Veith. Dr. Veith is human kindness and compassion.

Catherine Wilkins never met Dr. Robert Veith, nor even asked the names of my doctors and nurses. She didn’t care. Her answer to me for everything, and every pain in my soul I endured was: “Not my fault.” And Catherine was certainly not there for my recovery, as she deceptively states she was in her scholarship.

I struggled from nausea, chemical smells and tastes, trying not to vomit. After each treatment, being filled with chemo, I walked myself two miles home alone. During the long walk, which was mostly along a highway and major traffic roads, I smelled car exhaust fumes, which only intensified my stomach’s constant need to retch and gag from ABVD.

One day, I woke up and brushed my hair, as usual. In one stroke, it all came out. I lost all my hair in one go. But for a few ridiculous strands that I tried to keep, I was now bald.

Catherine wasn’t there. I called her on the phone, and told her I lost my hair. I told her how hard this was, how much pain I was in.

She listened, but she didn’t really care.

Catherine just said, “I don’t have anything to do with you losing your hair.”

I felt more and more isolated. I felt as if I was on Pluto, far from sun or warmth, far from people. I received great compassion from the oncologists and nurses at Charity Hospital, but that was only for the brief minutes they tested me, put me into scanning machines, or injected needles. Any other moments, I was utterly alone.

Weeks after I lost all of my hair from chemo, Catherine said to prove her love, commitment, and solidarity with me, she would shave her head.

Instead, Catherine Wilkins snipped short locks of her hair, glued these short pieces of hair to a skin-colored bald cap, and tried to finish the illusion with a hat.

Who the h**l is heartless enough, conniving enough, to do this fake act to a cancer patient? Catherine Wilkins made a fake bald cap, trying to pass it to me as her real shaved head, as I was dying of chemo and without my own hair.

I asked Catherine to take off the hat. Then I asked Catherine to take off the bald cap she created. Her several-feet length of brown hair was simply pinned beneath. Then I asked her to leave.

I was fighting for my life, everyday.

When I was in the cancer ward at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, I watched how a young boyfriend took care of his bald girlfriend who was also struggling for her life. He loved her. I overheard him tell the nurse how he bought his girlfriend face masks, he made sure she took extra vitamins, and he constantly sprayed disinfectant and cleansed surfaces, so her weakened immune system would be protected.

As I watched the love this young couple had for each other, that this young, devoted man had for his girlfriend and her health… All I thought is: I have no one. I am alone. My girlfriend isn’t here. She’s not doing any of that. Catherine is having affairs on me. I have cancer, and Catherine is cheating on me.

Another reason Professor Wilkins couldn’t be there for me during chemo:

Catherine Wilkins later told me on the phone, that she quit college, and joined the Army and was accepted into “Delta Force.” Her father was in the Army Special Forces decades ago as a Green Beret, so I mostly believed her, but with much reservation. From then on, we could only speak on the phone, at certain hours. She described to me she was in basic training, and some of her military lessons, such as laying in the dirt, and searching for landmines by slipping a knife into the soil in front of her. She said how the drill instructors would play games with the recruits, her being one of the Army recruits, by suddenly turning the showers ice cold while she was in it. I was proud, but again a bit confused, by this new Delta Force Army recruit named Catherine Wilkins. I thought: Maybe Catherine won’t cheat while in the Army, and the Army will instill values into her. Catherine and I could only meet in hotel rooms infrequently when she got “leave.” Mostly it was just phone calls. I’m sure she got all her basic training information from her father, who really was in the Army Special Forces. Dr. Wilkins obviously never quit college, or joined the Army.

How did I find out Dr. Wilkins never quit college, or joined the Army? I was walking home after a long evening at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, to lay down and rest from my treatment. I need to cross Bourbon Street to get to my apartment. I bumped into Dr. Wilkins prowling Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention, and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Shocked, Dr. Wilkins simply admitted, “Yeah. I lied about joining the Army. I’m going to Tulane.” That was the only truth she divulged. Of course Dr. Wilkins told me other lies that evening. On her skimpy outfit that revealed her b*****s, Dr. Wilkins said: “I didn’t do my laundry, all mine are dirty, so I had to borrow a friend’s clothes. She’s smaller than me, and this is all she had.” I simply walked away, and let her continue prowling for s*x. My heart, and health, couldn’t take it.

Numerous times I was literally hours from death from infections, fevers, low blood counts, and chemo. And Dr. Wilkins is having fun looking for s*x or sexual attention on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

Dr. Wilkins didn’t want anything to do with caring for me during my cancer treatments, or even treating me as a human, instead of an object to use and benefit her college career. She was only concerned about advancing herself in college. She didn’t have time for both cancer and college.

But Dr. Wilkins could lie about both.

For Dr. Wilkins, it saves a lot of time and effort, to just lie or copy.

Then, I recently learned, Catherine Wilkins blatantly lied in a scholarship praising herself for being the devoted, selfless girlfriend that loved me and paid my bills, and sacrificed hugely for myself and my health.

I learned Catherine was telling her college teachers how compassionately she was taking care of me, how difficult and demanding it was for herself to help me through my illness.

Nothing is farther from truth.

Catherine: Do you know how this feels?

It is being raped. You raped my spirit and my mental health repeatedly.

I had cancer, fought for life, and you cheated on me and lied to me daily.

Catherine: You even lied about shaving your head to show commitment to a cancer patient, and instead, you created a fake bald cap. You literally glued tiny pieces of your hair to a bald cap. How many atrocities can you commit towards a patient of cancer?

And now I found out, I was being used falsely in a college scholarship application, so an adulterer, and someone that did no such good deeds, can advance themselves.

Catherine: How could you? Why?

How could you tell people you were taking care of me, when you were cheating on me the whole time? How could you try to get scholarship money this way?

How could you tell people you were in debt for paying my medical bills, when you were never even at one of my chemo treatments? Not one. Ever.

Catherine: All you ever wanted was to advance yourself. You succeeded by lying, manipulating, and using my cancer.

Even appropriating my life as an artist, and the fact I am an orphan.

There is nothing Professor Wilkins wouldn’t do, if it meant she could gain, feed her ego and impress peers, imagine herself as a selfless saint, or hide deceit.

Except for the angels at Charity Hospital, I had absolutely no support during my cancer treatments and recovery.

Catherine didn’t care about me. Dr. Wilkins cared about becoming a college professor by any hook, crook, scheme, or lie.

Catherine Wilkins: My battle with cancer, is not yours to use, advance yourself with, or appropriate.

Below… The word-for-word transcript of Catherine’s falsified scholarship (everything about her “care” for a cancer patient is a complete lie fabricated by her):

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Table of Contents
Reasons for Applying for the CDA Scholarship
Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

1. The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult.

2. My position as a graduate teacher is very rewarding in that it enables me to share my love of learning with fellow young people; however, it does not cover the full cost of my school fees and living expenses.

3. I fear that my dream of earning a graduate degree and becoming a college professor might not be realized without further financial aid.

Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

My name is Catherine Wilkins. I enrolled as a graduate student at Tulane University in New Orleans, pursuing a Master of the Arts degree in Art History.

I lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life before moving away for graduate school, born into a wonderfully large and caring extended family. My family raised me very well, and taught me principles of love, wisdom, and faith from a very early age. In part due to their dedication( to my upbringing, I was able to skip first grade, going directly to second grade from Kindergarten. From grade school onward, I attended Catholic schools, where I was educated both intellectually and spiritually. During my time at St. Petersburg Catholic High School, I began assisting as a volunteer at a local soup kitchen, as well as at a tennis camp for young children. Additional extracurricular activities during that time period included employment of thirty five hours per week at Publix Supermarkets, membership on the high school tennis team, enrollment in the National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta (math honor society), and volunteer work for several environmental agencies.

I graduated high school third in my class, with highest honors and a special departmental award in English, just after my seventeenth birthday. In the fall, I dual-enrolled at the University of South Florida (U.S.F.) and St. Petersburg Junior College in order to take more courses at once. I took specialized courses at the University and more broad, required classes at the Junior College, all completely funded by merit-based scholarships. While at school, I received the Florida Bright Futures full scholarship, as well as an additional Legacy Scholarship from the Humanities department, a trustee scholarship from the Junior College, and both Presidential and Honors scholarships from the University of South Florida. I received my Associates’ degree in just over a year, in December, graduating on the Dean’s List with High Honors. After that point, I attended courses solely at U.S.F. while still working at the supermarket. At the University, I specialized in the Humanities, and had a ravenous appetite for all knowledge concerned with history, art, literature, music and theatre. My scholarships allowed me to take a great number of classes at once, sometimes as many as twenty-two credit hours per semester, prompting me to finish my Bachelor’s degree three years after I received my high school diploma. I graduated magna c*m laude, with an overall Grade Point Average of 3.757.

Upon my graduation, I received an offer of a full scholarship for graduate school, plus a paid position as a graduate assistant at Tulane University, a well-accredited school in New Orleans. Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.

Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. At such short notice, there was no financial aid available for me for my first semester of graduate school, and I was able to pay for only one course with the money I earned working as a library assistant at the University. I was extremely troubled, not only due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer, but also because I felt as though I was falling behind in my course work and was forfeiting my dream of achieving a graduate degree in Art History and going on to work as a college professor. I was left with little but my family, friends, and faith to help me get through this difficult period in my life.

Fortunately, in spring, I was blessed with some opportunities which served to help me on my path to a productive and complete adulthood. I was offered a job as a graduate teacher at U.S.F., a position that provided a very modest salary, but which included a stipend for 75% of my tuition. This provided me a wonderful opportunity to share my love of learning with other young people while at the same time pursuing my own dream of receiving a graduate degree. I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses, in terms of fees that run upwards of $1300 per year that I must pay myself, along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses, and, of course, my own living costs. Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted, and I often face a good deal of stress and pressure when attempting to pay my bills each month. In the meantime, though, I have remained active as a graduate student, maintaining a 4.0 unweighted grade point average while partaking in volunteer activities at the Newcomb Gallery and the New Orleans Museum of Art as well as serving as my department’s representative in multiple on-campus student organizations. This past year, I have taught two art-historical survey classes while I completed most of my graduate coursework, and I am now preparing to begin writing my thesis and applying to other schools where I would like to work toward my Doctoral degree.

Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from G*d, and would allow me to take more courses at the University without worrying about my inability to pay the related fees. In addition, I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing – emotionally, physically, and spiritually – I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity to grow and learn, to help another, yet still persist in meeting my own goals. The experience of the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith; important lessons which transcend those I learned in the classroom. I cannot wait to apply what I have learned about life to my educational studies, and this scholarship from the Catholic Daughters will provide me the means by which I can accomplish it.

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Wilkins was a faculty member for several years at the University of Colorado Boulder and Florida Southwestern State College before joining USF’s Honors College in 2015.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor who had said he had earned a Ph.D. when he had dropped out of the program at the dissertation stage. Those of us who have gone through the process of writing a dissertation can relate to the pressures it creates and difficulty just surviving the process. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job because of the lack of a Ph.D. Upon questioning the candidate told me that he planned to go back and finish the paper. I told him that maybe I’d plan to hire him after he carries out his plan to finish the degree. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents. Those censures, however, have stopped short of directly criticizing Bruce Harreld, who was selected unanimously by the regents September 3 as UI’s 21st president.

I don’t get it. He lies on his resume to get a president’s job at a major college and the Board of Regents doesn’t directly criticize the would-be president for the lie? What am I missing here? Is the Board blaming its own process for the result? It probably should but I doubt that is the motivation. It’s probably to “save face” or draw less attention to what happened. Not very ethical or responsible.

On the other hand, the Faculty Assembly did the right thing. After meeting in closed session the Faculty Assembly of the UI College of Liberal Arts and Sciences unanimously approved the motion against Harreld for failing to uphold “the highest ethical standards” and violating professional ethics by misrepresenting his recent work experience and publication history.

“I think the message is that values and ethics matter,” said Bob McMurray, a professor of psychology. “This is not a call for any action. This is not saying that we will not support President Harreld. … But it is a statement that we expect people to behave with intellectual honesty.”

Now I don’t get it again. It’s as if what the Faculty Assembly giveth (rightly criticizing unethical behavior) it taketh away by backing off and saying they’ll back a president who lied on his resume to get the job. Huh? What am I missing? Talk about a lack of courage and integrity.

Let’s look at the specifics. The two discrepancies listed by the censure motion concern how Harreld described his recent work experience and publication history.

On his resume, Harreld listed his most recent employment as managing principal of Executing Strategy LLC in Avon, Colorado. During his September 1 public forum, Harreld noted the listing had been a mistake. He used the name of a limited liability company that he had been using in Massachusetts but no longer needed now that his clients wanted him to assume liability directly. He allowed that company to lapse.

“So that’s ‘Shame on me.’ I too quickly pulled it out of my head and put it on the resume,” he said. “There’s no Colorado corporation. … It’s me personally working.”

Oh please. You mean to tell me he didn’t have a resume waiting to go before he applied for the UI job? I believe the statement that he “pulled it out of my head and put it on the resume” is an attempt to cover up the lie and make it look more acceptable to the university community. As in most cases of bad acts the explanation for an unethical action is worse than the act itself.

Neither Harreld nor the regents have said anything regarding the faculty assembly’s second charge: that Harreld failed to note on his resume that most of the 12 papers listed under publications were co-authored. Such a failure amounts to claiming sole credit for work this is not yours alone, said Russ Ganim, chairman of the faculty assembly, and is in violation of the rules.

This offense is worse because it cheats co-authors out of a citation they deserve and worked hard to achieve. This is almost as bad as using a student’s paper as the basis for a research publication and not acknowledging the student or getting his/her approval. And by the way that happens all the time.

If you think this is an isolated incident, think again. Back in 2014 a Polk State College professor, David Broxterman, provided a fake diploma and academic transcripts from the University of South Florida on his application to Polk State College. The school hired him in 2009 as a business professor. A close inspection of the diploma reveals that “board” is spelled wrong in one place, and the signature of USF President Judy Genshaft doesn’t match her signature on other diplomas. A spokesperson said in light of the incident, the college will start using a third party to verify all academic transcripts and diplomas before hiring candidates.

Good idea but it’s sad that we have to verify the veracity of those who are supposed mold students into being contributing members of society and better human beings.

The saddest case I’ve heard of, and at one of the most prestigious universities in the world, happened in 2007 when Marilee Jones, the dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, admitted that she had fabricated her own educational credentials, and resigned after nearly three decades at M.I.T. Officials of the institute said she did not have even an undergraduate degree.

“I misrepresented my academic degrees when I first applied to M.I.T. 28 years ago and did not have the courage to correct my résumé when I applied for my current job or at any time since,” Ms. Jones said in a statement posted on the institute’s Web site. “I am deeply sorry for this and for disappointing so many in the M.I.T. community and beyond who supported me, believed in me, and who have given me extraordinary opportunities.”

The action speaks for itself. Beyond that, I have to wonder how someone can rise to the level of a dean without any relevant academic credentials. Does that this mean those credentials are a joke? Why do you need them to get ahead?

I’m reaching the end of my journey in academe and will share my insights and feelings at a later date. For now I’ll go back to my ethics book and maybe write a new case study about these experiences of university folks. Don’t worry, I’ll give them the proper attribution they deserve.

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage. Professor Mintz teaches in the Orfalea College of Business at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo.

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Tags: academic ethics, ethics sage, lying on resume, Steven Mintz, university governance

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LS said…
Thank you so much for sharing this. I am not sure what to do with my situation – I feel that my dissertation supervisor has been dishonest with her career and academic records. Different websites that mention her have different credentials that she is supposed to have (I guess). Information on her affiliated institutions also differ (she has attended a program, but has no record of graduating from it, yet still holding a degree from the program, or another degree that is not offered by the institution she claims to have graduated from). I could not report this to damage the operation of my program because she is a department chair, and my relationship with her as I am trying to complete my Ph.D. But working with her without being able to fully trust her has been very stressful, especially since she has provided very little supervision. She does not hire many faculty members and keeps only those who would deter to her, which makes it very difficult for me to work with other faculty members for my dissertation.

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Do Professors Lie on Their Resumes? Dr. Catherine Wilkins, Marilee Jones, David Scott Broxterman, Joseph J. Ellis

Do Professors Lie on Their Resumes? Dr. Catherine Wilkins, Marilee Jones, David Scott Broxterman, Joseph J. Ellis

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The enclosed photograph is the actual fake bald cap that Dr. Catherine Wilkins created, and tried to deceive a cancer patient with. Professor Wilkins bought a skin-colored bald cap, cut off short pieces of her own hair, and then glued them to the bald cap. Dr. Wilkins then covered it with a red bandana and hat. USF Honors Instructor Dr. Wilkins falsely pretended she shaved her head. She wore this cruel fabrication in front of a cancer patient that recently was bald, that lost all of their own hair to ABVD chemotherapy. It was mental abuse perpetrated by Dr. Wilkins. Professor Wilkins then immorally used the cancer patient in more of her lies, in falsifying her school scholarships, and for college career advancement.

Ironically, Dr. Catherine Wilkins teaches classes in Mental Health, one as a popular USF Honors capstone course. Dr. Wilkins also teaches at the Morsani College of Medicine, and Tampa Museum of Art.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents.

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SEVERE IMMORALITY S*X COVER-UP SPANS MANY YEARS:

USF Honors College Professor Perpetrates then Covers-Up Double Life – Adultery, Scholarship Cheating, Abuses Cancer Patient to Work in Mental Health and Around Other Medical Patients

USF’s brightest students, world’s future leaders taught by dishonorable scholarship-cheating professor Dr. Wilkins.

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USF Dr. Catherine Wilkins Cheats, Lies About Going Into Debt Helping Cancer Patient on Scholarship

* * * Dr. Wilkins fabricates scholarship, commits adultery, uses an artist cancer patient to advance her college art career.

* * * Dr. Wilkins makes fake bald cap, and mentally abuses bald cancer patient.

* * * Dr. Wilkins psychologically damages cancer patient, while patient is near death.

* * * For her deceit, receives credit and recommendations. Now teaches courses in Art, Mental Health, PTSD, and Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College, Tampa Art Museum, Morsani College of Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College Health Professions Students Impacted.

* * * Honors capstone course “Connections: Mental Healthcare, Community Engagement, and Art”

* * * Courses are taught by an instructor that has frequently lied, falsified academic scholarships, escaped accountability, and engaged in adultery, sometimes with USF faculty.

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Dr. Catherine Wilkins lied and unethically used my cancer to advance her college career.

Below is an exact word-for-word transcript from Catherine Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship. In it, Catherine praises herself for taking care of a cancer patient, her boyfriend of four years.

That is a lie.

I am that boyfriend. I am that cancer patient. I have been an artist, going to center for the arts magnet schools and taking AP art courses and studying humanities my entire life, long before Dr. Wilkins was ever an Art Historian or Humanities Instructor.

Dr. Wilkins commends herself for taking care of a “loved one” cancer patient.

Everything about me, and Catherine taking care of me, is a complete fabrication by her. She lied to her own university teachers, professors, and faculty about taking care of me, a cancer patient, in order to get their sympathy and respect. And she lied on her scholarships.

I am just now learning details of this from Dr. Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship, that she deceptively uses me and my condition in.

The only truth: Is that I had cancer. The rest, is fabricated by USF Honors College capstone instructor Dr. Wilkins.

Dr. Catherine Wilkins built her entire college career on lies.

It is unconscionable that Catherine used my struggle with cancer, my life-and-death battle, to promote her college career.

If you think a respected person isn’t capable of this, please look again.

* There are persons, such as:

* * * The sham-story homeless man and couple from GoFundMe (Mark D’Amico, Kate McClure, and Johnny Bobbitt), who for a time the public believed were compassionate saints, and poured money and praise into them. It turned out they invented the whole fake-story for their profit.

* * * Jussie Smollett who faked an elaborate plot in an attempt to advance his career, and gain his own sympathy, and profit. Jussie Smollett did this in a fraudulent attempt to become the face of a movement, and be seen as a cultural hero.

* * * Many have used “False Rapes” to conceal adultery: An internet search will show a multitude of real-life court examples.

* * * A respected and popular professor (David Scott Broxterman) at Polk State College in Lakeland, Florida has been revealed as a fraud after forging documents to fake a doctorate from the University of South Florida (USF).

* * * Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Joseph J. Ellis admitted that he lied to his students and others when he said he had been a combat soldier in Vietnam. ”Perpetuated over many years, his lie about himself clearly violates the ethics of our profession and the integrity we expect of all members of our community,” said a statement posted on the college’s website. ”Misleading students is wrong and nothing can excuse it.”

* * * Former dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Marilee Jones resigned after admitting she fabricated her credentials nearly three decades earlier.

* * * Study says Honor students more likely to cheat. A study released by the University of California, Berkeley reports that some Honors students are risking their academic standings by cheating in order to remain competitive candidates for career prospects and admission into graduate schools. Study says between 40 percent and 70 percent of college students admit to cheating. Previously, struggling students were believed to make up the group more likely to commit academic dishonestly. Now, Honors students and others with higher GPAs make up the greater percentage likely to cheat, according to study.

* * * The teachers and parents in the bribe college-admissions cheating scandal (Lori Loughlin, Felicity Huffman, and so many others). Anyone employed at an university should know by now, unfortunately, how extraordinarily ingenious, conniving, unethical, and dishonest students, even faculty and parents (who were former students), can be.

During my several year relationship with Catherine, that almost resulted in marriage, Catherine repeatedly and severely deceived myself, and those around her.

What was Catherine doing while I had cancer? Cheating on me. Committing adultery. Having several affairs. She even had a long-term secret affair with David Brodosi, faculty at USF.

In an attempt to hide her sexual affair with David Brodosi, Catherine Wilkins told me Brodosi raped her.

I told Catherine, she must report David Brodosi for sexual harassment and rape, immediately. Several times, I insisted she file a detailed sexual predator report of David Brodosi.

But the truth turned out to be, their adultery was completely consensual.

Catherine Wilkins’ personal home and University of South Florida’s work computers were filled with months of sexual and erotic emails and text messages to and from David Brodosi. Proving Dr. Wilkins’ adulterous affair was consensual. Catherine and Brodosi discussed intimately their secret “booty calls” as they called them, s*x positions, and traded s*x pictures with each other. Catherine Wilkins admitted to me later that they had consensual s*x. And both Dr. Wilkins and David Brodosi tried to keep it hidden, and cover it up.

Catherine later admitted she loved the illicit thrill, danger, and excitement of cheating. Catherine didn’t care that her adultery was destroying my life, she wanted “the dangerous thrill.”

Catherine Wilkins attempted to get away with cheating, by saying David Brodosi raped her. It instead, was a consensual affair.

There are countless real rape victims, and Catherine tried to appropriate rape, to get out of adultery.

And Catherine had so many other secret lovers, and adulterous affairs that she tried to hide and coverup, while I was dying of cancer.

Professor Catherine Wilkins secretly applied to pose nude for Playboy. There were messages about rockstars autographing her b*****s backstage at a concert. Messages from other secret lovers, and s*x adventures. Dr. Wilkins was going to male strip clubs, singing “It’s Raining Men!” Dr. Wilkins gave local statues f******o and took photos. Catherine Wilkins opened a hidden account on the s*x hookup website, “Adult Friend Finder” for threesomes, orgies, one-night stands, with both men and women. In New Orleans, Dr. Wilkins prowled Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Dr. Wilkins even had s*x with my friends. When I asked her, why my friend knew what her b*****s and nipples looked like, Dr. Wilkins knowing she was at least partially caught, said “We only flirted online. I emailed him naked pictures of myself. We didn’t have s*x.” This alone is heartbreaking enough. Then when I had to go further and ask, “Then why does my friend know what you sound like during s*x, and how you do specific s*x actions, that I’m only supposed to know about?” Dr. Wilkins was then forced to admit, “We had s*x. I lied.” Then she tried to diminish it, turn it around, and receive pity and sympathy, by saying this person was on anti-depressants, and it affected his erection. Poor Catherine. Her secret lover, a person I knew and used to be friends with, had penile dysfunction. What a way to try for sympathy, when you’re caught cheating and lying.

Her secret affairs went on and on.

There are so many other adulterous and dishonest activities Dr. Wilkins engaged herself in. All while we dated. All while I fought cancer, and struggled to stay alive.

All while she tells those around her, writes on her scholarship, and imagines herself as the faithful, saintly girlfriend and almost-wife taking care of me as I was dying. Catherine wasn’t taking care of me, she was having the time of her life cheating.

Each time I found just a little of Catherine Wilkins’ lies and wrong-doing, I begged her to stop, and to do the right thing. Catherine refused to cease, or do what was right, time and time again. Catherine just continued doing what she wanted, using whoever she wanted, telling whatever lies she wanted, and simply tried harder in her coverups.

The only thing Professor Wilkins learned: Was how to conceal, gaslight, and manipulate better.

Catherine’s method is to tell any lie, obfuscate, deflect, blame, accuse others, and even try to become a victim herself, so she may take flight from accountability, and even profit.

Catherine tried to escape responsibility.

To get away with a lie, Catherine would just tell another lie, or blame someone else, or try to make it seem smaller or innocent, or misdirect.

She would say she stopped a certain lie or dishonest behavior or action, but that again, was only to minimize it. I found time and time again, she continued in it. She did not stop.

These are mind games that destroy. Besides the initial destruction of the illicit deed, the coverup continues further destruction. Catherine wanted to gain through sympathy, but had little sympathy for those she lied to.

Professor Catherine Wilkins knew, ultimately, she could win and do whatever she wanted by lying, cheating, manipulation, and hiding the truth. She need not be accountable if she could just lie, put on the right face, and have no one double-check.

Catherine Wilkins even faked and wrote false letters from her parents. She wrote the letters, pretending to be her parents, using her father and mother’s names, and in their voice. She did this, so her parents would not find out about her lies.

On Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, word-for-word, she claims: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay…”

Catherine did not pay my medical bills, or accrue debt “helping me,” as she states. Catherine states this, because she wanted the money for her own college and life purposes.

Catherine did nothing for me, except impede me finding cancer treatment, impede my chemotherapy, and impede my recovery. Her mind games and tactics truly almost killed me.

Catherine: Cancer is literally a daily life and death struggle. Every little germ counts. Every body cell living, dying, growing, or not, means a whole human, dies or lives, vomits or rests, loses their hair or keeps it, endures pain or heals. Instead, you see the cancer suffered by someone else as a way to gain sympathy, and credit for actions you never did. For care you never gave.

Catherine: You told your teachers, professors, friends, parents, wrote on scholarship applications, how you saintly paid my medical bills until you went into debt, and nursed me while I endured cancer. Lies.

New Orleans Charity Hospital, where you have never stepped a foot inside while I was pumped with chemo, and Charity’s doctors, nurses, and a truly saintly social worker are who paid my bills, treated me, gave me genuine mercy, and let me live more years.

Catherine: Please tell me where adulterous cheating, lying, covering-up, manipulating, taking from, copying, nearly plagiarizing, causing extreme mental anguish to, and gaslighting is considered “caring for a cancer patient.”

Catherine: How can you use and abuse a cancer patient in this manner? As you state in your scholarship and told so many, I was “your loved one.” Really?

Catherine: How many other times did you use me, and lie, for your sympathy, credit, or gain? Countless incidents, I’m sure.

Catherine: The truth is, you treated me as an object to advance yourself. Not as a human being. Only when humans see other humans as stepping stones and objects, can they become so selfish, and treat others so callously, and tell such immense, heartless lies.

This kind of massive, long-term deception absolutely negatively impacts every area of a life.

Catherine: Because of your lying, adultery, coverups, gaslighting, and mind games, I did not get my insurance papers filed in time. This almost became my death sentence. This nearly killed me. You simply said, “Not my fault.”

When I expressed how hard everything was on me, Catherine simply said, “Not my fault.”

Catherine: To me, and every hardship I encountered, and the added difficulty of your lies and adultery, your answer to everything was: “Not my fault.”

To your school, teachers, and scholarships, you made yourself into a saint taking care of a cancer patient and paying all his medical bills. Lies.

Callous, selfish lies.

Catherine and I almost married. She was the love of my life. …Until the day I started to find out she was committing adultery on me, and selfishly and dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

When there were land or air animals trapped in the water, or wounded in the middle of the road, I introduced Catherine to animal welfare and rescue. I introduced Catherine to vegetarianism. I later spent years assisting animal rescue.

I have been an artist my entire life. I am a multidisciplinary artist. My art and photography are in books, magazines, newspapers, and museums. I spent my entire life in magnet schools for the arts, AP classes (both art and academic), honors programs, and studying and creating art. So, Catherine Wilkins appropriated my life as an artist, to become an Art Historian. Normally, I would be flattered. I would have shared anything with Catherine, especially the arts. I almost shared my entire life with her. I love when I can inspire others to be an artist, or study or appreciate art. Art, is my mission in life.

Art, to me, is one of the most important creations of humankind.

I love when I can inspire anyone to be better.

And as a multidisciplinary artist working in visual, literary, music, and theatre endeavors, that creates and gives everyday of my life, I learned young to thank and credit the artists before and next to me that influenced me. Despite the cliché maxim that great artists steal, I believe great artists homage, thank, share, and credit as well as create original work. Great artists don’t steal, selfish people do.

But Catherine did not share — Catherine stole, copied, lied and hid.

Whenever I did something, Catherine usually secretly appropriated and copied it, without credit.

Stealing is not flattery.

Dr. Wilkins liked the false feeling and praise that many of her ideas occurred by “immaculate conception.”

Deceptive shortcuts in life and esteem.

Catherine Wilkins, by her appropriation, just about plagiarized my life to advance and create hers.

The revelations of Catherine’s lies and adultery became so bad, we even discussed at our wedding, if Catherine could still wear white. If adulterers and liars could wear white at a wedding. Ultimately, the conclusion was: Catherine and I could not marry, because it was impossible to overcome her adultery and ongoing dishonesty.

What did Catherine do when we did not marry, and I ended my relationship with her? I recently found out, Catherine continued her lies, using of me, and resumed dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

I was in contact with Dr. Wilkins for over a decade, into my early-thirties, until I couldn’t take her falsehoods anymore.

Professor Catherine Wilkins lied and appropriated my cancer to advance her college career.

I learned, Dr. Catherine Wilkins told everyone she was taking care of me. That my cancer and illness was hard on her, not me. Catherine Wilkins: The selfless saint. None of these teachers, school faculty, or people ever met me, except one for just a minute. They all just took Catherine Wilkins’ word as truth.

The first time I got an inkling of this lie, was when I went to USF after I found more evidence of Catherine’s adultery and copying, and questioned her about it. Her Art History professor told me, how Catherine was taking care of me during my illness and how much Catherine was doing for me.

I was at USF to confront Catherine about lying, copying, and adultery, and I am told: “What a saint Catherine is for caring for me in my time of desperate need.”

Before I could respond to Catherine’s teacher, or fully understand the deceit, because it caught me by complete surprise, Catherine whisked me out of the room. Catherine did this every time someone else was about to expose one of her lies, or unknowingly and accidentally reveal a clue to her adultery and affairs, or simply, how Dr. Wilkins was copying my own endeavors without credit. Catherine would quickly remove me from the room, or tell me not to say anything or ask certain questions.

Catherine made herself into a saint, even claiming she went into debt paying for my cancer treatment costs.

In Catherine’s scholarship, she lies: “It seems like true help from G*d … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.”

Who paid for my cancer treatment when almost no hospital would admit me? Charity Hospital in New Orleans.

Catherine did not pay a dime, and accrued absolutely no debt. Not from my medical treatment. Her only debt she cared about, was her school debt.

Who cared for me while I fought for life? The doctors and nurses at Charity Hospital in New Orleans. Otherwise, I was completely alone. My landlord in New Orleans even asked me, who is my next-of-kin or emergency contact, in case I die from cancer and chemo. My answer was, “I have no one.” My landlord said, “You must have someone! I have to fill in the emergency contact space of the lease.” I repeated, “I have no one.”

And it was in that New Orleans apartment, alone, and at Charity Hospital, that I begged and struggled to stay alive.

The main motivation I had for living: Art. I was writing a screenplay and a musical. I am a painter and photographer. I kept on with my art studies and creation as I was alone, bald without hair, weak, nearly dying, and nauseous with chemo in my veins.

Catherine was not there, not for a single cancer treatment. Catherine and I talked by phone, and barely. Catherine just kept up her lies by phone.

Catherine: Is there nothing you will not cruelly steal from me and use as yours? Is there nothing you will not lie about?

You even used my cancer?

I almost died, Catherine. I lost all my hair. Chemo burned me up inside. I vomited weekly. The smallest infections nearly killed me.

I had to walk several miles to and from Charity Hospital — alone — for my treatments, walking home weak and always near vomiting after being injected with bags of ABVD chemo. I now have lifelong detrimental effects from cancer, major surgery, and chemotherapy. My lifespan and health is shortened.

And you were not there, you were never there, Catherine.

I was alone, fighting for life, Catherine, as you were busy cheating and lying.

What was truly my time of need, was Catherine’s time to benefit.

Catherine Wilkins turned my cancer, into a way for her to get scholarship money, and school and career advancement.

To me, those images of caring people surrounding a cancer patient with love, are a complete fantasy.

Also on Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, she claims: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.”

Catherine never once concerned herself that I was an orphan, until now, on her scholarship when she felt she could appropriate that, too, to gain more sympathy and profit for herself.

In fact, I was at a huge disadvantage during our entire relationship because of this. Catherine had doting parents that were willing to defend her and ignore, turn a blind eye, or support her lies. I had no one to defend or protect me, no one to stand up for me, or even give me moral support while Catherine was lying and cheating.

Catherine: I was an abused child. My biological parents were abusers. I have been alone my entire life. Do you know how hard it is to be an orphan? To be abused physically, mentally, and sexually your entire childhood?

What kept me alive as an orphan? Art.

Being an abused orphan, physically and sexually, was my first life-and-death struggle.

To you, Catherine, me being an orphan was just another detail you could appropriate into your own lies and stories to gain sympathy for yourself.

What kind of person are you? To try to turn cancer, an orphan, and even rape into lies you can tell others to gain advancement or sympathy for yourself, or to hide adultery.

Catherine: The fact I am an orphan, is not yours to appropriate.

Catherine, you did not know I was raped several times. Not only was I sexually abused by my biological mother until I escaped, I was raped by men over the years, because I was a vulnerable orphan. As a rape victim myself, please do not appropriate “rape” because you and your USF boss wanted “booty calls” and you were caught.

Catherine, to explain that I was raped by men throughout my childhood, and to say it is a painful topic to discuss, is an immense understatement. But you know what? I decided to become stronger from it. I endured it. I became stronger, and I stayed a good person.

And you, Catherine, tell me that David Brodosi, at USF, did this to you. You told me he raped you, forced you onto your knees, and by physical force made you give him oral s*x. Catherine, I am a victim of such a rape. In brutal, real life. To you, you tried to use rape as an excuse to get out of a secret, consensual affair, and try to even get sympathy from me, while you were cheating on me.

As a child, I had a man do that to me, in real life, and threaten to kill me. I was about 7 years-old, the first time. I simply walked into the bathroom by accident, and I was raped. And there were other rapes and abuses I endured throughout my vulnerable life as an orphan. Please do not use a made-up rape story to hide consensual adultery.

Catherine Wilkins: Rape is no small matter.

You were willing to tell any lie, deflect, redirect, manipulate, destroy or use anyone — especially me — to coverup cheating s*x, and to advance your life.

Catherine: How many times could you destroy my heart?

A person only has one heart.

Each time I found out more about your deceits, I told you, even as strong as I am, even steel that is bent and twisted too many times will break. You broke me. I am an adult man, and I know I sound like a naive child when I ask: “Why must humans — carelessly and carefully — damage other humans?”

Catherine: Child abuse hurt me immensely. But: You, broke me.

Professor Wilkins, I will repeat, because you lie about it in your scholarship to imagine yourself as a selfless sacrificer: I was an abused child. You knew that general part. But. Do you know what it is truly like to be: Sexually abused daily and nightly by women and occasionally men? Be beaten and hit until you have bruises and bleed, mentally abused daily, be unloved, deprived of nearly everything from winter clothes and basic household heat in freezing Northern winters, to being deprived of normal nutrition, calories, and vitamins, to being deprived of just a single loving and encouraging touch?

Sometimes when I finally had food at the dining table as a child, even a teenager, I would look at the meal and cry.

Do you know what it is like to be treated inhumanely nearly your entire childhood, by multiple people? Treated as an object that takes up space and time, and costs money, instead of a child with positive dreams, and artistic talents, and a hungry intellect? I survived child abuse because of my love for the arts, and reverence for a better future. Since I was a child, despite my own deprivations and abuse, I wanted to sincerely improve the world around me.

As an orphan without a support system, I quickly learned personal accountability. I had no one to fall back on, only myself. Humans should always be accountable. As an orphan, I had no time for “fun.” But to me: “Fun” was art, and studying. I had so much work to do, so much art to create, so much to happily learn, so far I wanted to climb, so much “future” to carve out. So everyday counted.

As an abused orphan, I had no one to be proud of me. So I learned, I had to be proud of my own actions.

As an abused orphan, and the tremendous pain and suffering I endured, I learned young not to hurt others. Not to repeat the cycle, not to make excuses, but to make and do positive endeavors. And show and teach by example.

I ask you again, Dr. Wilkins, because on your college scholarship, you clearly state I was an orphan, and that you, Catherine, did not want to abandon me “in such a state” while I was enduring cancer, and that was a main reason you were seeking your scholarship. This scholarship you hid, and I was only recently informed about. You talk of how you suffered. You express your sacrifices. Really?

Catherine, you have deceptively and cruelly turned my horrendous child abuse, into your own application for sympathy and gain. How could you? How can you turn my nightmare as a youth, into a made-up fable in your own life so you can look better on a scholarship? How many other college scholarships did you outright lie and exaggerate on? How many other times did you use me, and the pain in my life, to further and benefit your own life?

Catherine: When I was physically raped, and threatened with being killed as a child, if I ever spoke out — to end and free myself from that abuse and danger, each time as a child, I had to run away from home after home, and occasionally endure life being a homeless kid. No easy task. But. Child abuse was straightforward. Your form of mental rape and abuse goes on-and-on in my life. I keep finding out, even now, how you have lied and used me.

I asked you to report David Brodosi as a s*x offender. Instead, I find countless consensual sexual messages between you and he, and I accidentally open a vast world of your cheating, lying, sexual adventures, and adultery. A world I never wanted to open.

Dr. Wilkins continues: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.”

This is a lie.

Catherine lied on the location, because she needed the scholarship for her own location at USF in Florida. I received all of my cancer treatment in New Orleans at Charity Hospital. Dr. Robert Veith, MD was the oncologist that treated me and saved my life multiple times.

Catherine Wilkins never stepped a foot inside Charity Hospital. She was not there, when I took a taxi in the middle of the night and admitted myself — alone — and desperately begged the emergency room doctor to take me to an oncologist and save me.

Catherine was not there, when during my cancer treatment, and because of it, my blood count plummeted, and I had to take an emergency midnight taxi again, because I developed a serious infection and my body was boiling from fever. I was alone, and literally only a few hours from death. Dr. Veith suddenly appeared at the hospital, in the middle of night, put me on antibiotics, and saved my life yet again. Even now, I cry with gratitude for Dr. Robert Veith. Dr. Veith is human kindness and compassion.

Catherine Wilkins never met Dr. Robert Veith, nor even asked the names of my doctors and nurses. She didn’t care. Her answer to me for everything, and every pain in my soul I endured was: “Not my fault.” And Catherine was certainly not there for my recovery, as she deceptively states she was in her scholarship.

I struggled from nausea, chemical smells and tastes, trying not to vomit. After each treatment, being filled with chemo, I walked myself two miles home alone. During the long walk, which was mostly along a highway and major traffic roads, I smelled car exhaust fumes, which only intensified my stomach’s constant need to retch and gag from ABVD.

One day, I woke up and brushed my hair, as usual. In one stroke, it all came out. I lost all my hair in one go. But for a few ridiculous strands that I tried to keep, I was now bald.

Catherine wasn’t there. I called her on the phone, and told her I lost my hair. I told her how hard this was, how much pain I was in.

She listened, but she didn’t really care.

Catherine just said, “I don’t have anything to do with you losing your hair.”

I felt more and more isolated. I felt as if I was on Pluto, far from sun or warmth, far from people. I received great compassion from the oncologists and nurses at Charity Hospital, but that was only for the brief minutes they tested me, put me into scanning machines, or injected needles. Any other moments, I was utterly alone.

Weeks after I lost all of my hair from chemo, Catherine said to prove her love, commitment, and solidarity with me, she would shave her head.

Instead, Catherine Wilkins snipped short locks of her hair, glued these short pieces of hair to a skin-colored bald cap, and tried to finish the illusion with a hat.

Who the h**l is heartless enough, conniving enough, to do this fake act to a cancer patient? Catherine Wilkins made a fake bald cap, trying to pass it to me as her real shaved head, as I was dying of chemo and without my own hair.

I asked Catherine to take off the hat. Then I asked Catherine to take off the bald cap she created. Her several-feet length of brown hair was simply pinned beneath. Then I asked her to leave.

I was fighting for my life, everyday.

When I was in the cancer ward at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, I watched how a young boyfriend took care of his bald girlfriend who was also struggling for her life. He loved her. I overheard him tell the nurse how he bought his girlfriend face masks, he made sure she took extra vitamins, and he constantly sprayed disinfectant and cleansed surfaces, so her weakened immune system would be protected.

As I watched the love this young couple had for each other, that this young, devoted man had for his girlfriend and her health… All I thought is: I have no one. I am alone. My girlfriend isn’t here. She’s not doing any of that. Catherine is having affairs on me. I have cancer, and Catherine is cheating on me.

Another reason Professor Wilkins couldn’t be there for me during chemo:

Catherine Wilkins later told me on the phone, that she quit college, and joined the Army and was accepted into “Delta Force.” Her father was in the Army Special Forces decades ago as a Green Beret, so I mostly believed her, but with much reservation. From then on, we could only speak on the phone, at certain hours. She described to me she was in basic training, and some of her military lessons, such as laying in the dirt, and searching for landmines by slipping a knife into the soil in front of her. She said how the drill instructors would play games with the recruits, her being one of the Army recruits, by suddenly turning the showers ice cold while she was in it. I was proud, but again a bit confused, by this new Delta Force Army recruit named Catherine Wilkins. I thought: Maybe Catherine won’t cheat while in the Army, and the Army will instill values into her. Catherine and I could only meet in hotel rooms infrequently when she got “leave.” Mostly it was just phone calls. I’m sure she got all her basic training information from her father, who really was in the Army Special Forces. Dr. Wilkins obviously never quit college, or joined the Army.

How did I find out Dr. Wilkins never quit college, or joined the Army? I was walking home after a long evening at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, to lay down and rest from my treatment. I need to cross Bourbon Street to get to my apartment. I bumped into Dr. Wilkins prowling Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention, and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Shocked, Dr. Wilkins simply admitted, “Yeah. I lied about joining the Army. I’m going to Tulane.” That was the only truth she divulged. Of course Dr. Wilkins told me other lies that evening. On her skimpy outfit that revealed her b*****s, Dr. Wilkins said: “I didn’t do my laundry, all mine are dirty, so I had to borrow a friend’s clothes. She’s smaller than me, and this is all she had.” I simply walked away, and let her continue prowling for s*x. My heart, and health, couldn’t take it.

Numerous times I was literally hours from death from infections, fevers, low blood counts, and chemo. And Dr. Wilkins is having fun looking for s*x or sexual attention on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

Dr. Wilkins didn’t want anything to do with caring for me during my cancer treatments, or even treating me as a human, instead of an object to use and benefit her college career. She was only concerned about advancing herself in college. She didn’t have time for both cancer and college.

But Dr. Wilkins could lie about both.

For Dr. Wilkins, it saves a lot of time and effort, to just lie or copy.

Then, I recently learned, Catherine Wilkins blatantly lied in a scholarship praising herself for being the devoted, selfless girlfriend that loved me and paid my bills, and sacrificed hugely for myself and my health.

I learned Catherine was telling her college teachers how compassionately she was taking care of me, how difficult and demanding it was for herself to help me through my illness.

Nothing is farther from truth.

Catherine: Do you know how this feels?

It is being raped. You raped my spirit and my mental health repeatedly.

I had cancer, fought for life, and you cheated on me and lied to me daily.

Catherine: You even lied about shaving your head to show commitment to a cancer patient, and instead, you created a fake bald cap. You literally glued tiny pieces of your hair to a bald cap. How many atrocities can you commit towards a patient of cancer?

And now I found out, I was being used falsely in a college scholarship application, so an adulterer, and someone that did no such good deeds, can advance themselves.

Catherine: How could you? Why?

How could you tell people you were taking care of me, when you were cheating on me the whole time? How could you try to get scholarship money this way?

How could you tell people you were in debt for paying my medical bills, when you were never even at one of my chemo treatments? Not one. Ever.

Catherine: All you ever wanted was to advance yourself. You succeeded by lying, manipulating, and using my cancer.

Even appropriating my life as an artist, and the fact I am an orphan.

There is nothing Professor Wilkins wouldn’t do, if it meant she could gain, feed her ego and impress peers, imagine herself as a selfless saint, or hide deceit.

Except for the angels at Charity Hospital, I had absolutely no support during my cancer treatments and recovery.

Catherine didn’t care about me. Dr. Wilkins cared about becoming a college professor by any hook, crook, scheme, or lie.

Catherine Wilkins: My battle with cancer, is not yours to use, advance yourself with, or appropriate.

Below… The word-for-word transcript of Catherine’s falsified scholarship (everything about her “care” for a cancer patient is a complete lie fabricated by her):

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Table of Contents
Reasons for Applying for the CDA Scholarship
Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

1. The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult.

2. My position as a graduate teacher is very rewarding in that it enables me to share my love of learning with fellow young people; however, it does not cover the full cost of my school fees and living expenses.

3. I fear that my dream of earning a graduate degree and becoming a college professor might not be realized without further financial aid.

Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

My name is Catherine Wilkins. I enrolled as a graduate student at Tulane University in New Orleans, pursuing a Master of the Arts degree in Art History.

I lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life before moving away for graduate school, born into a wonderfully large and caring extended family. My family raised me very well, and taught me principles of love, wisdom, and faith from a very early age. In part due to their dedication( to my upbringing, I was able to skip first grade, going directly to second grade from Kindergarten. From grade school onward, I attended Catholic schools, where I was educated both intellectually and spiritually. During my time at St. Petersburg Catholic High School, I began assisting as a volunteer at a local soup kitchen, as well as at a tennis camp for young children. Additional extracurricular activities during that time period included employment of thirty five hours per week at Publix Supermarkets, membership on the high school tennis team, enrollment in the National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta (math honor society), and volunteer work for several environmental agencies.

I graduated high school third in my class, with highest honors and a special departmental award in English, just after my seventeenth birthday. In the fall, I dual-enrolled at the University of South Florida (U.S.F.) and St. Petersburg Junior College in order to take more courses at once. I took specialized courses at the University and more broad, required classes at the Junior College, all completely funded by merit-based scholarships. While at school, I received the Florida Bright Futures full scholarship, as well as an additional Legacy Scholarship from the Humanities department, a trustee scholarship from the Junior College, and both Presidential and Honors scholarships from the University of South Florida. I received my Associates’ degree in just over a year, in December, graduating on the Dean’s List with High Honors. After that point, I attended courses solely at U.S.F. while still working at the supermarket. At the University, I specialized in the Humanities, and had a ravenous appetite for all knowledge concerned with history, art, literature, music and theatre. My scholarships allowed me to take a great number of classes at once, sometimes as many as twenty-two credit hours per semester, prompting me to finish my Bachelor’s degree three years after I received my high school diploma. I graduated magna c*m laude, with an overall Grade Point Average of 3.757.

Upon my graduation, I received an offer of a full scholarship for graduate school, plus a paid position as a graduate assistant at Tulane University, a well-accredited school in New Orleans. Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.

Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. At such short notice, there was no financial aid available for me for my first semester of graduate school, and I was able to pay for only one course with the money I earned working as a library assistant at the University. I was extremely troubled, not only due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer, but also because I felt as though I was falling behind in my course work and was forfeiting my dream of achieving a graduate degree in Art History and going on to work as a college professor. I was left with little but my family, friends, and faith to help me get through this difficult period in my life.

Fortunately, in spring, I was blessed with some opportunities which served to help me on my path to a productive and complete adulthood. I was offered a job as a graduate teacher at U.S.F., a position that provided a very modest salary, but which included a stipend for 75% of my tuition. This provided me a wonderful opportunity to share my love of learning with other young people while at the same time pursuing my own dream of receiving a graduate degree. I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses, in terms of fees that run upwards of $1300 per year that I must pay myself, along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses, and, of course, my own living costs. Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted, and I often face a good deal of stress and pressure when attempting to pay my bills each month. In the meantime, though, I have remained active as a graduate student, maintaining a 4.0 unweighted grade point average while partaking in volunteer activities at the Newcomb Gallery and the New Orleans Museum of Art as well as serving as my department’s representative in multiple on-campus student organizations. This past year, I have taught two art-historical survey classes while I completed most of my graduate coursework, and I am now preparing to begin writing my thesis and applying to other schools where I would like to work toward my Doctoral degree.

Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from G*d, and would allow me to take more courses at the University without worrying about my inability to pay the related fees. In addition, I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing – emotionally, physically, and spiritually – I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity to grow and learn, to help another, yet still persist in meeting my own goals. The experience of the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith; important lessons which transcend those I learned in the classroom. I cannot wait to apply what I have learned about life to my educational studies, and this scholarship from the Catholic Daughters will provide me the means by which I can accomplish it.

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Wilkins was a faculty member for several years at the University of Colorado Boulder and Florida Southwestern State College before joining USF’s Honors College in 2015.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor who had said he had earned a Ph.D. when he had dropped out of the program at the dissertation stage. Those of us who have gone through the process of writing a dissertation can relate to the pressures it creates and difficulty just surviving the process. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job because of the lack of a Ph.D. Upon questioning the candidate told me that he planned to go back and finish the paper. I told him that maybe I’d plan to hire him after he carries out his plan to finish the degree. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents. Those censures, however, have stopped short of directly criticizing Bruce Harreld, who was selected unanimously by the regents September 3 as UI’s 21st president.

I don’t get it. He lies on his resume to get a president’s job at a major college and the Board of Regents doesn’t directly criticize the would-be president for the lie? What am I missing here? Is the Board blaming its own process for the result? It probably should but I doubt that is the motivation. It’s probably to “save face” or draw less attention to what happened. Not very ethical or responsible.

On the other hand, the Faculty Assembly did the right thing. After meeting in closed session the Faculty Assembly of the UI College of Liberal Arts and Sciences unanimously approved the motion against Harreld for failing to uphold “the highest ethical standards” and violating professional ethics by misrepresenting his recent work experience and publication history.

“I think the message is that values and ethics matter,” said Bob McMurray, a professor of psychology. “This is not a call for any action. This is not saying that we will not support President Harreld. … But it is a statement that we expect people to behave with intellectual honesty.”

Now I don’t get it again. It’s as if what the Faculty Assembly giveth (rightly criticizing unethical behavior) it taketh away by backing off and saying they’ll back a president who lied on his resume to get the job. Huh? What am I missing? Talk about a lack of courage and integrity.

Let’s look at the specifics. The two discrepancies listed by the censure motion concern how Harreld described his recent work experience and publication history.

On his resume, Harreld listed his most recent employment as managing principal of Executing Strategy LLC in Avon, Colorado. During his September 1 public forum, Harreld noted the listing had been a mistake. He used the name of a limited liability company that he had been using in Massachusetts but no longer needed now that his clients wanted him to assume liability directly. He allowed that company to lapse.

“So that’s ‘Shame on me.’ I too quickly pulled it out of my head and put it on the resume,” he said. “There’s no Colorado corporation. … It’s me personally working.”

Oh please. You mean to tell me he didn’t have a resume waiting to go before he applied for the UI job? I believe the statement that he “pulled it out of my head and put it on the resume” is an attempt to cover up the lie and make it look more acceptable to the university community. As in most cases of bad acts the explanation for an unethical action is worse than the act itself.

Neither Harreld nor the regents have said anything regarding the faculty assembly’s second charge: that Harreld failed to note on his resume that most of the 12 papers listed under publications were co-authored. Such a failure amounts to claiming sole credit for work this is not yours alone, said Russ Ganim, chairman of the faculty assembly, and is in violation of the rules.

This offense is worse because it cheats co-authors out of a citation they deserve and worked hard to achieve. This is almost as bad as using a student’s paper as the basis for a research publication and not acknowledging the student or getting his/her approval. And by the way that happens all the time.

If you think this is an isolated incident, think again. Back in 2014 a Polk State College professor, David Broxterman, provided a fake diploma and academic transcripts from the University of South Florida on his application to Polk State College. The school hired him in 2009 as a business professor. A close inspection of the diploma reveals that “board” is spelled wrong in one place, and the signature of USF President Judy Genshaft doesn’t match her signature on other diplomas. A spokesperson said in light of the incident, the college will start using a third party to verify all academic transcripts and diplomas before hiring candidates.

Good idea but it’s sad that we have to verify the veracity of those who are supposed mold students into being contributing members of society and better human beings.

The saddest case I’ve heard of, and at one of the most prestigious universities in the world, happened in 2007 when Marilee Jones, the dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, admitted that she had fabricated her own educational credentials, and resigned after nearly three decades at M.I.T. Officials of the institute said she did not have even an undergraduate degree.

“I misrepresented my academic degrees when I first applied to M.I.T. 28 years ago and did not have the courage to correct my résumé when I applied for my current job or at any time since,” Ms. Jones said in a statement posted on the institute’s Web site. “I am deeply sorry for this and for disappointing so many in the M.I.T. community and beyond who supported me, believed in me, and who have given me extraordinary opportunities.”

The action speaks for itself. Beyond that, I have to wonder how someone can rise to the level of a dean without any relevant academic credentials. Does that this mean those credentials are a joke? Why do you need them to get ahead?

I’m reaching the end of my journey in academe and will share my insights and feelings at a later date. For now I’ll go back to my ethics book and maybe write a new case study about these experiences of university folks. Don’t worry, I’ll give them the proper attribution they deserve.

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage. Professor Mintz teaches in the Orfalea College of Business at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo.

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LS said…
Thank you so much for sharing this. I am not sure what to do with my situation – I feel that my dissertation supervisor has been dishonest with her career and academic records. Different websites that mention her have different credentials that she is supposed to have (I guess). Information on her affiliated institutions also differ (she has attended a program, but has no record of graduating from it, yet still holding a degree from the program, or another degree that is not offered by the institution she claims to have graduated from). I could not report this to damage the operation of my program because she is a department chair, and my relationship with her as I am trying to complete my Ph.D. But working with her without being able to fully trust her has been very stressful, especially since she has provided very little supervision. She does not hire many faculty members and keeps only those who would deter to her, which makes it very difficult for me to work with other faculty members for my dissertation.

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Do Professors Lie on Their Resumes? Dr. Catherine Wilkins, Marilee Jones, David Scott Broxterman, Joseph J. Ellis

Do Professors Lie on Their Resumes? Dr. Catherine Wilkins, Marilee Jones, David Scott Broxterman, Joseph J. Ellis

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The enclosed photograph is the actual fake bald cap that Dr. Catherine Wilkins created, and tried to deceive a cancer patient with. Professor Wilkins bought a skin-colored bald cap, cut off short pieces of her own hair, and then glued them to the bald cap. Dr. Wilkins then covered it with a red bandana and hat. USF Honors Instructor Dr. Wilkins falsely pretended she shaved her head. She wore this cruel fabrication in front of a cancer patient that recently was bald, that lost all of their own hair to ABVD chemotherapy. It was mental abuse perpetrated by Dr. Wilkins. Professor Wilkins then immorally used the cancer patient in more of her lies, in falsifying her school scholarships, and for college career advancement.

Ironically, Dr. Catherine Wilkins teaches classes in Mental Health, one as a popular USF Honors capstone course. Dr. Wilkins also teaches at the Morsani College of Medicine, and Tampa Museum of Art.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents.

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SEVERE IMMORALITY S*X COVER-UP SPANS MANY YEARS:

USF Honors College Professor Perpetrates then Covers-Up Double Life – Adultery, Scholarship Cheating, Abuses Cancer Patient to Work in Mental Health and Around Other Medical Patients

USF’s brightest students, world’s future leaders taught by dishonorable scholarship-cheating professor Dr. Wilkins.

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USF Dr. Catherine Wilkins Cheats, Lies About Going Into Debt Helping Cancer Patient on Scholarship

* * * Dr. Wilkins fabricates scholarship, commits adultery, uses an artist cancer patient to advance her college art career.

* * * Dr. Wilkins makes fake bald cap, and mentally abuses bald cancer patient.

* * * Dr. Wilkins psychologically damages cancer patient, while patient is near death.

* * * For her deceit, receives credit and recommendations. Now teaches courses in Art, Mental Health, PTSD, and Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College, Tampa Art Museum, Morsani College of Medicine.

* * * USF Honors College Health Professions Students Impacted.

* * * Honors capstone course “Connections: Mental Healthcare, Community Engagement, and Art”

* * * Courses are taught by an instructor that has frequently lied, falsified academic scholarships, escaped accountability, and engaged in adultery, sometimes with USF faculty.

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Dr. Catherine Wilkins lied and unethically used my cancer to advance her college career.

Below is an exact word-for-word transcript from Catherine Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship. In it, Catherine praises herself for taking care of a cancer patient, her boyfriend of four years.

That is a lie.

I am that boyfriend. I am that cancer patient. I have been an artist, going to center for the arts magnet schools and taking AP art courses and studying humanities my entire life, long before Dr. Wilkins was ever an Art Historian or Humanities Instructor.

Dr. Wilkins commends herself for taking care of a “loved one” cancer patient.

Everything about me, and Catherine taking care of me, is a complete fabrication by her. She lied to her own university teachers, professors, and faculty about taking care of me, a cancer patient, in order to get their sympathy and respect. And she lied on her scholarships.

I am just now learning details of this from Dr. Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship, that she deceptively uses me and my condition in.

The only truth: Is that I had cancer. The rest, is fabricated by USF Honors College capstone instructor Dr. Wilkins.

Dr. Catherine Wilkins built her entire college career on lies.

It is unconscionable that Catherine used my struggle with cancer, my life-and-death battle, to promote her college career.

If you think a respected person isn’t capable of this, please look again.

* There are persons, such as:

* * * The sham-story homeless man and couple from GoFundMe (Mark D’Amico, Kate McClure, and Johnny Bobbitt), who for a time the public believed were compassionate saints, and poured money and praise into them. It turned out they invented the whole fake-story for their profit.

* * * Jussie Smollett who faked an elaborate plot in an attempt to advance his career, and gain his own sympathy, and profit. Jussie Smollett did this in a fraudulent attempt to become the face of a movement, and be seen as a cultural hero.

* * * Many have used “False Rapes” to conceal adultery: An internet search will show a multitude of real-life court examples.

* * * A respected and popular professor (David Scott Broxterman) at Polk State College in Lakeland, Florida has been revealed as a fraud after forging documents to fake a doctorate from the University of South Florida (USF).

* * * Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Joseph J. Ellis admitted that he lied to his students and others when he said he had been a combat soldier in Vietnam. ”Perpetuated over many years, his lie about himself clearly violates the ethics of our profession and the integrity we expect of all members of our community,” said a statement posted on the college’s website. ”Misleading students is wrong and nothing can excuse it.”

* * * Former dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Marilee Jones resigned after admitting she fabricated her credentials nearly three decades earlier.

* * * Study says Honor students more likely to cheat. A study released by the University of California, Berkeley reports that some Honors students are risking their academic standings by cheating in order to remain competitive candidates for career prospects and admission into graduate schools. Study says between 40 percent and 70 percent of college students admit to cheating. Previously, struggling students were believed to make up the group more likely to commit academic dishonestly. Now, Honors students and others with higher GPAs make up the greater percentage likely to cheat, according to study.

* * * The teachers and parents in the bribe college-admissions cheating scandal (Lori Loughlin, Felicity Huffman, and so many others). Anyone employed at an university should know by now, unfortunately, how extraordinarily ingenious, conniving, unethical, and dishonest students, even faculty and parents (who were former students), can be.

During my several year relationship with Catherine, that almost resulted in marriage, Catherine repeatedly and severely deceived myself, and those around her.

What was Catherine doing while I had cancer? Cheating on me. Committing adultery. Having several affairs. She even had a long-term secret affair with David Brodosi, faculty at USF.

In an attempt to hide her sexual affair with David Brodosi, Catherine Wilkins told me Brodosi raped her.

I told Catherine, she must report David Brodosi for sexual harassment and rape, immediately. Several times, I insisted she file a detailed sexual predator report of David Brodosi.

But the truth turned out to be, their adultery was completely consensual.

Catherine Wilkins’ personal home and University of South Florida’s work computers were filled with months of sexual and erotic emails and text messages to and from David Brodosi. Proving Dr. Wilkins’ adulterous affair was consensual. Catherine and Brodosi discussed intimately their secret “booty calls” as they called them, s*x positions, and traded s*x pictures with each other. Catherine Wilkins admitted to me later that they had consensual s*x. And both Dr. Wilkins and David Brodosi tried to keep it hidden, and cover it up.

Catherine later admitted she loved the illicit thrill, danger, and excitement of cheating. Catherine didn’t care that her adultery was destroying my life, she wanted “the dangerous thrill.”

Catherine Wilkins attempted to get away with cheating, by saying David Brodosi raped her. It instead, was a consensual affair.

There are countless real rape victims, and Catherine tried to appropriate rape, to get out of adultery.

And Catherine had so many other secret lovers, and adulterous affairs that she tried to hide and coverup, while I was dying of cancer.

Professor Catherine Wilkins secretly applied to pose nude for Playboy. There were messages about rockstars autographing her b*****s backstage at a concert. Messages from other secret lovers, and s*x adventures. Dr. Wilkins was going to male strip clubs, singing “It’s Raining Men!” Dr. Wilkins gave local statues f******o and took photos. Catherine Wilkins opened a hidden account on the s*x hookup website, “Adult Friend Finder” for threesomes, orgies, one-night stands, with both men and women. In New Orleans, Dr. Wilkins prowled Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Dr. Wilkins even had s*x with my friends. When I asked her, why my friend knew what her b*****s and nipples looked like, Dr. Wilkins knowing she was at least partially caught, said “We only flirted online. I emailed him naked pictures of myself. We didn’t have s*x.” This alone is heartbreaking enough. Then when I had to go further and ask, “Then why does my friend know what you sound like during s*x, and how you do specific s*x actions, that I’m only supposed to know about?” Dr. Wilkins was then forced to admit, “We had s*x. I lied.” Then she tried to diminish it, turn it around, and receive pity and sympathy, by saying this person was on anti-depressants, and it affected his erection. Poor Catherine. Her secret lover, a person I knew and used to be friends with, had penile dysfunction. What a way to try for sympathy, when you’re caught cheating and lying.

Her secret affairs went on and on.

There are so many other adulterous and dishonest activities Dr. Wilkins engaged herself in. All while we dated. All while I fought cancer, and struggled to stay alive.

All while she tells those around her, writes on her scholarship, and imagines herself as the faithful, saintly girlfriend and almost-wife taking care of me as I was dying. Catherine wasn’t taking care of me, she was having the time of her life cheating.

Each time I found just a little of Catherine Wilkins’ lies and wrong-doing, I begged her to stop, and to do the right thing. Catherine refused to cease, or do what was right, time and time again. Catherine just continued doing what she wanted, using whoever she wanted, telling whatever lies she wanted, and simply tried harder in her coverups.

The only thing Professor Wilkins learned: Was how to conceal, gaslight, and manipulate better.

Catherine’s method is to tell any lie, obfuscate, deflect, blame, accuse others, and even try to become a victim herself, so she may take flight from accountability, and even profit.

Catherine tried to escape responsibility.

To get away with a lie, Catherine would just tell another lie, or blame someone else, or try to make it seem smaller or innocent, or misdirect.

She would say she stopped a certain lie or dishonest behavior or action, but that again, was only to minimize it. I found time and time again, she continued in it. She did not stop.

These are mind games that destroy. Besides the initial destruction of the illicit deed, the coverup continues further destruction. Catherine wanted to gain through sympathy, but had little sympathy for those she lied to.

Professor Catherine Wilkins knew, ultimately, she could win and do whatever she wanted by lying, cheating, manipulation, and hiding the truth. She need not be accountable if she could just lie, put on the right face, and have no one double-check.

Catherine Wilkins even faked and wrote false letters from her parents. She wrote the letters, pretending to be her parents, using her father and mother’s names, and in their voice. She did this, so her parents would not find out about her lies.

On Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, word-for-word, she claims: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay…”

Catherine did not pay my medical bills, or accrue debt “helping me,” as she states. Catherine states this, because she wanted the money for her own college and life purposes.

Catherine did nothing for me, except impede me finding cancer treatment, impede my chemotherapy, and impede my recovery. Her mind games and tactics truly almost killed me.

Catherine: Cancer is literally a daily life and death struggle. Every little germ counts. Every body cell living, dying, growing, or not, means a whole human, dies or lives, vomits or rests, loses their hair or keeps it, endures pain or heals. Instead, you see the cancer suffered by someone else as a way to gain sympathy, and credit for actions you never did. For care you never gave.

Catherine: You told your teachers, professors, friends, parents, wrote on scholarship applications, how you saintly paid my medical bills until you went into debt, and nursed me while I endured cancer. Lies.

New Orleans Charity Hospital, where you have never stepped a foot inside while I was pumped with chemo, and Charity’s doctors, nurses, and a truly saintly social worker are who paid my bills, treated me, gave me genuine mercy, and let me live more years.

Catherine: Please tell me where adulterous cheating, lying, covering-up, manipulating, taking from, copying, nearly plagiarizing, causing extreme mental anguish to, and gaslighting is considered “caring for a cancer patient.”

Catherine: How can you use and abuse a cancer patient in this manner? As you state in your scholarship and told so many, I was “your loved one.” Really?

Catherine: How many other times did you use me, and lie, for your sympathy, credit, or gain? Countless incidents, I’m sure.

Catherine: The truth is, you treated me as an object to advance yourself. Not as a human being. Only when humans see other humans as stepping stones and objects, can they become so selfish, and treat others so callously, and tell such immense, heartless lies.

This kind of massive, long-term deception absolutely negatively impacts every area of a life.

Catherine: Because of your lying, adultery, coverups, gaslighting, and mind games, I did not get my insurance papers filed in time. This almost became my death sentence. This nearly killed me. You simply said, “Not my fault.”

When I expressed how hard everything was on me, Catherine simply said, “Not my fault.”

Catherine: To me, and every hardship I encountered, and the added difficulty of your lies and adultery, your answer to everything was: “Not my fault.”

To your school, teachers, and scholarships, you made yourself into a saint taking care of a cancer patient and paying all his medical bills. Lies.

Callous, selfish lies.

Catherine and I almost married. She was the love of my life. …Until the day I started to find out she was committing adultery on me, and selfishly and dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

When there were land or air animals trapped in the water, or wounded in the middle of the road, I introduced Catherine to animal welfare and rescue. I introduced Catherine to vegetarianism. I later spent years assisting animal rescue.

I have been an artist my entire life. I am a multidisciplinary artist. My art and photography are in books, magazines, newspapers, and museums. I spent my entire life in magnet schools for the arts, AP classes (both art and academic), honors programs, and studying and creating art. So, Catherine Wilkins appropriated my life as an artist, to become an Art Historian. Normally, I would be flattered. I would have shared anything with Catherine, especially the arts. I almost shared my entire life with her. I love when I can inspire others to be an artist, or study or appreciate art. Art, is my mission in life.

Art, to me, is one of the most important creations of humankind.

I love when I can inspire anyone to be better.

And as a multidisciplinary artist working in visual, literary, music, and theatre endeavors, that creates and gives everyday of my life, I learned young to thank and credit the artists before and next to me that influenced me. Despite the cliché maxim that great artists steal, I believe great artists homage, thank, share, and credit as well as create original work. Great artists don’t steal, selfish people do.

But Catherine did not share — Catherine stole, copied, lied and hid.

Whenever I did something, Catherine usually secretly appropriated and copied it, without credit.

Stealing is not flattery.

Dr. Wilkins liked the false feeling and praise that many of her ideas occurred by “immaculate conception.”

Deceptive shortcuts in life and esteem.

Catherine Wilkins, by her appropriation, just about plagiarized my life to advance and create hers.

The revelations of Catherine’s lies and adultery became so bad, we even discussed at our wedding, if Catherine could still wear white. If adulterers and liars could wear white at a wedding. Ultimately, the conclusion was: Catherine and I could not marry, because it was impossible to overcome her adultery and ongoing dishonesty.

What did Catherine do when we did not marry, and I ended my relationship with her? I recently found out, Catherine continued her lies, using of me, and resumed dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.

I was in contact with Dr. Wilkins for over a decade, into my early-thirties, until I couldn’t take her falsehoods anymore.

Professor Catherine Wilkins lied and appropriated my cancer to advance her college career.

I learned, Dr. Catherine Wilkins told everyone she was taking care of me. That my cancer and illness was hard on her, not me. Catherine Wilkins: The selfless saint. None of these teachers, school faculty, or people ever met me, except one for just a minute. They all just took Catherine Wilkins’ word as truth.

The first time I got an inkling of this lie, was when I went to USF after I found more evidence of Catherine’s adultery and copying, and questioned her about it. Her Art History professor told me, how Catherine was taking care of me during my illness and how much Catherine was doing for me.

I was at USF to confront Catherine about lying, copying, and adultery, and I am told: “What a saint Catherine is for caring for me in my time of desperate need.”

Before I could respond to Catherine’s teacher, or fully understand the deceit, because it caught me by complete surprise, Catherine whisked me out of the room. Catherine did this every time someone else was about to expose one of her lies, or unknowingly and accidentally reveal a clue to her adultery and affairs, or simply, how Dr. Wilkins was copying my own endeavors without credit. Catherine would quickly remove me from the room, or tell me not to say anything or ask certain questions.

Catherine made herself into a saint, even claiming she went into debt paying for my cancer treatment costs.

In Catherine’s scholarship, she lies: “It seems like true help from G*d … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.”

Who paid for my cancer treatment when almost no hospital would admit me? Charity Hospital in New Orleans.

Catherine did not pay a dime, and accrued absolutely no debt. Not from my medical treatment. Her only debt she cared about, was her school debt.

Who cared for me while I fought for life? The doctors and nurses at Charity Hospital in New Orleans. Otherwise, I was completely alone. My landlord in New Orleans even asked me, who is my next-of-kin or emergency contact, in case I die from cancer and chemo. My answer was, “I have no one.” My landlord said, “You must have someone! I have to fill in the emergency contact space of the lease.” I repeated, “I have no one.”

And it was in that New Orleans apartment, alone, and at Charity Hospital, that I begged and struggled to stay alive.

The main motivation I had for living: Art. I was writing a screenplay and a musical. I am a painter and photographer. I kept on with my art studies and creation as I was alone, bald without hair, weak, nearly dying, and nauseous with chemo in my veins.

Catherine was not there, not for a single cancer treatment. Catherine and I talked by phone, and barely. Catherine just kept up her lies by phone.

Catherine: Is there nothing you will not cruelly steal from me and use as yours? Is there nothing you will not lie about?

You even used my cancer?

I almost died, Catherine. I lost all my hair. Chemo burned me up inside. I vomited weekly. The smallest infections nearly killed me.

I had to walk several miles to and from Charity Hospital — alone — for my treatments, walking home weak and always near vomiting after being injected with bags of ABVD chemo. I now have lifelong detrimental effects from cancer, major surgery, and chemotherapy. My lifespan and health is shortened.

And you were not there, you were never there, Catherine.

I was alone, fighting for life, Catherine, as you were busy cheating and lying.

What was truly my time of need, was Catherine’s time to benefit.

Catherine Wilkins turned my cancer, into a way for her to get scholarship money, and school and career advancement.

To me, those images of caring people surrounding a cancer patient with love, are a complete fantasy.

Also on Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, she claims: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.”

Catherine never once concerned herself that I was an orphan, until now, on her scholarship when she felt she could appropriate that, too, to gain more sympathy and profit for herself.

In fact, I was at a huge disadvantage during our entire relationship because of this. Catherine had doting parents that were willing to defend her and ignore, turn a blind eye, or support her lies. I had no one to defend or protect me, no one to stand up for me, or even give me moral support while Catherine was lying and cheating.

Catherine: I was an abused child. My biological parents were abusers. I have been alone my entire life. Do you know how hard it is to be an orphan? To be abused physically, mentally, and sexually your entire childhood?

What kept me alive as an orphan? Art.

Being an abused orphan, physically and sexually, was my first life-and-death struggle.

To you, Catherine, me being an orphan was just another detail you could appropriate into your own lies and stories to gain sympathy for yourself.

What kind of person are you? To try to turn cancer, an orphan, and even rape into lies you can tell others to gain advancement or sympathy for yourself, or to hide adultery.

Catherine: The fact I am an orphan, is not yours to appropriate.

Catherine, you did not know I was raped several times. Not only was I sexually abused by my biological mother until I escaped, I was raped by men over the years, because I was a vulnerable orphan. As a rape victim myself, please do not appropriate “rape” because you and your USF boss wanted “booty calls” and you were caught.

Catherine, to explain that I was raped by men throughout my childhood, and to say it is a painful topic to discuss, is an immense understatement. But you know what? I decided to become stronger from it. I endured it. I became stronger, and I stayed a good person.

And you, Catherine, tell me that David Brodosi, at USF, did this to you. You told me he raped you, forced you onto your knees, and by physical force made you give him oral s*x. Catherine, I am a victim of such a rape. In brutal, real life. To you, you tried to use rape as an excuse to get out of a secret, consensual affair, and try to even get sympathy from me, while you were cheating on me.

As a child, I had a man do that to me, in real life, and threaten to kill me. I was about 7 years-old, the first time. I simply walked into the bathroom by accident, and I was raped. And there were other rapes and abuses I endured throughout my vulnerable life as an orphan. Please do not use a made-up rape story to hide consensual adultery.

Catherine Wilkins: Rape is no small matter.

You were willing to tell any lie, deflect, redirect, manipulate, destroy or use anyone — especially me — to coverup cheating s*x, and to advance your life.

Catherine: How many times could you destroy my heart?

A person only has one heart.

Each time I found out more about your deceits, I told you, even as strong as I am, even steel that is bent and twisted too many times will break. You broke me. I am an adult man, and I know I sound like a naive child when I ask: “Why must humans — carelessly and carefully — damage other humans?”

Catherine: Child abuse hurt me immensely. But: You, broke me.

Professor Wilkins, I will repeat, because you lie about it in your scholarship to imagine yourself as a selfless sacrificer: I was an abused child. You knew that general part. But. Do you know what it is truly like to be: Sexually abused daily and nightly by women and occasionally men? Be beaten and hit until you have bruises and bleed, mentally abused daily, be unloved, deprived of nearly everything from winter clothes and basic household heat in freezing Northern winters, to being deprived of normal nutrition, calories, and vitamins, to being deprived of just a single loving and encouraging touch?

Sometimes when I finally had food at the dining table as a child, even a teenager, I would look at the meal and cry.

Do you know what it is like to be treated inhumanely nearly your entire childhood, by multiple people? Treated as an object that takes up space and time, and costs money, instead of a child with positive dreams, and artistic talents, and a hungry intellect? I survived child abuse because of my love for the arts, and reverence for a better future. Since I was a child, despite my own deprivations and abuse, I wanted to sincerely improve the world around me.

As an orphan without a support system, I quickly learned personal accountability. I had no one to fall back on, only myself. Humans should always be accountable. As an orphan, I had no time for “fun.” But to me: “Fun” was art, and studying. I had so much work to do, so much art to create, so much to happily learn, so far I wanted to climb, so much “future” to carve out. So everyday counted.

As an abused orphan, I had no one to be proud of me. So I learned, I had to be proud of my own actions.

As an abused orphan, and the tremendous pain and suffering I endured, I learned young not to hurt others. Not to repeat the cycle, not to make excuses, but to make and do positive endeavors. And show and teach by example.

I ask you again, Dr. Wilkins, because on your college scholarship, you clearly state I was an orphan, and that you, Catherine, did not want to abandon me “in such a state” while I was enduring cancer, and that was a main reason you were seeking your scholarship. This scholarship you hid, and I was only recently informed about. You talk of how you suffered. You express your sacrifices. Really?

Catherine, you have deceptively and cruelly turned my horrendous child abuse, into your own application for sympathy and gain. How could you? How can you turn my nightmare as a youth, into a made-up fable in your own life so you can look better on a scholarship? How many other college scholarships did you outright lie and exaggerate on? How many other times did you use me, and the pain in my life, to further and benefit your own life?

Catherine: When I was physically raped, and threatened with being killed as a child, if I ever spoke out — to end and free myself from that abuse and danger, each time as a child, I had to run away from home after home, and occasionally endure life being a homeless kid. No easy task. But. Child abuse was straightforward. Your form of mental rape and abuse goes on-and-on in my life. I keep finding out, even now, how you have lied and used me.

I asked you to report David Brodosi as a s*x offender. Instead, I find countless consensual sexual messages between you and he, and I accidentally open a vast world of your cheating, lying, sexual adventures, and adultery. A world I never wanted to open.

Dr. Wilkins continues: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.”

This is a lie.

Catherine lied on the location, because she needed the scholarship for her own location at USF in Florida. I received all of my cancer treatment in New Orleans at Charity Hospital. Dr. Robert Veith, MD was the oncologist that treated me and saved my life multiple times.

Catherine Wilkins never stepped a foot inside Charity Hospital. She was not there, when I took a taxi in the middle of the night and admitted myself — alone — and desperately begged the emergency room doctor to take me to an oncologist and save me.

Catherine was not there, when during my cancer treatment, and because of it, my blood count plummeted, and I had to take an emergency midnight taxi again, because I developed a serious infection and my body was boiling from fever. I was alone, and literally only a few hours from death. Dr. Veith suddenly appeared at the hospital, in the middle of night, put me on antibiotics, and saved my life yet again. Even now, I cry with gratitude for Dr. Robert Veith. Dr. Veith is human kindness and compassion.

Catherine Wilkins never met Dr. Robert Veith, nor even asked the names of my doctors and nurses. She didn’t care. Her answer to me for everything, and every pain in my soul I endured was: “Not my fault.” And Catherine was certainly not there for my recovery, as she deceptively states she was in her scholarship.

I struggled from nausea, chemical smells and tastes, trying not to vomit. After each treatment, being filled with chemo, I walked myself two miles home alone. During the long walk, which was mostly along a highway and major traffic roads, I smelled car exhaust fumes, which only intensified my stomach’s constant need to retch and gag from ABVD.

One day, I woke up and brushed my hair, as usual. In one stroke, it all came out. I lost all my hair in one go. But for a few ridiculous strands that I tried to keep, I was now bald.

Catherine wasn’t there. I called her on the phone, and told her I lost my hair. I told her how hard this was, how much pain I was in.

She listened, but she didn’t really care.

Catherine just said, “I don’t have anything to do with you losing your hair.”

I felt more and more isolated. I felt as if I was on Pluto, far from sun or warmth, far from people. I received great compassion from the oncologists and nurses at Charity Hospital, but that was only for the brief minutes they tested me, put me into scanning machines, or injected needles. Any other moments, I was utterly alone.

Weeks after I lost all of my hair from chemo, Catherine said to prove her love, commitment, and solidarity with me, she would shave her head.

Instead, Catherine Wilkins snipped short locks of her hair, glued these short pieces of hair to a skin-colored bald cap, and tried to finish the illusion with a hat.

Who the h**l is heartless enough, conniving enough, to do this fake act to a cancer patient? Catherine Wilkins made a fake bald cap, trying to pass it to me as her real shaved head, as I was dying of chemo and without my own hair.

I asked Catherine to take off the hat. Then I asked Catherine to take off the bald cap she created. Her several-feet length of brown hair was simply pinned beneath. Then I asked her to leave.

I was fighting for my life, everyday.

When I was in the cancer ward at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, I watched how a young boyfriend took care of his bald girlfriend who was also struggling for her life. He loved her. I overheard him tell the nurse how he bought his girlfriend face masks, he made sure she took extra vitamins, and he constantly sprayed disinfectant and cleansed surfaces, so her weakened immune system would be protected.

As I watched the love this young couple had for each other, that this young, devoted man had for his girlfriend and her health… All I thought is: I have no one. I am alone. My girlfriend isn’t here. She’s not doing any of that. Catherine is having affairs on me. I have cancer, and Catherine is cheating on me.

Another reason Professor Wilkins couldn’t be there for me during chemo:

Catherine Wilkins later told me on the phone, that she quit college, and joined the Army and was accepted into “Delta Force.” Her father was in the Army Special Forces decades ago as a Green Beret, so I mostly believed her, but with much reservation. From then on, we could only speak on the phone, at certain hours. She described to me she was in basic training, and some of her military lessons, such as laying in the dirt, and searching for landmines by slipping a knife into the soil in front of her. She said how the drill instructors would play games with the recruits, her being one of the Army recruits, by suddenly turning the showers ice cold while she was in it. I was proud, but again a bit confused, by this new Delta Force Army recruit named Catherine Wilkins. I thought: Maybe Catherine won’t cheat while in the Army, and the Army will instill values into her. Catherine and I could only meet in hotel rooms infrequently when she got “leave.” Mostly it was just phone calls. I’m sure she got all her basic training information from her father, who really was in the Army Special Forces. Dr. Wilkins obviously never quit college, or joined the Army.

How did I find out Dr. Wilkins never quit college, or joined the Army? I was walking home after a long evening at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, to lay down and rest from my treatment. I need to cross Bourbon Street to get to my apartment. I bumped into Dr. Wilkins prowling Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention, and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”

Shocked, Dr. Wilkins simply admitted, “Yeah. I lied about joining the Army. I’m going to Tulane.” That was the only truth she divulged. Of course Dr. Wilkins told me other lies that evening. On her skimpy outfit that revealed her b*****s, Dr. Wilkins said: “I didn’t do my laundry, all mine are dirty, so I had to borrow a friend’s clothes. She’s smaller than me, and this is all she had.” I simply walked away, and let her continue prowling for s*x. My heart, and health, couldn’t take it.

Numerous times I was literally hours from death from infections, fevers, low blood counts, and chemo. And Dr. Wilkins is having fun looking for s*x or sexual attention on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

Dr. Wilkins didn’t want anything to do with caring for me during my cancer treatments, or even treating me as a human, instead of an object to use and benefit her college career. She was only concerned about advancing herself in college. She didn’t have time for both cancer and college.

But Dr. Wilkins could lie about both.

For Dr. Wilkins, it saves a lot of time and effort, to just lie or copy.

Then, I recently learned, Catherine Wilkins blatantly lied in a scholarship praising herself for being the devoted, selfless girlfriend that loved me and paid my bills, and sacrificed hugely for myself and my health.

I learned Catherine was telling her college teachers how compassionately she was taking care of me, how difficult and demanding it was for herself to help me through my illness.

Nothing is farther from truth.

Catherine: Do you know how this feels?

It is being raped. You raped my spirit and my mental health repeatedly.

I had cancer, fought for life, and you cheated on me and lied to me daily.

Catherine: You even lied about shaving your head to show commitment to a cancer patient, and instead, you created a fake bald cap. You literally glued tiny pieces of your hair to a bald cap. How many atrocities can you commit towards a patient of cancer?

And now I found out, I was being used falsely in a college scholarship application, so an adulterer, and someone that did no such good deeds, can advance themselves.

Catherine: How could you? Why?

How could you tell people you were taking care of me, when you were cheating on me the whole time? How could you try to get scholarship money this way?

How could you tell people you were in debt for paying my medical bills, when you were never even at one of my chemo treatments? Not one. Ever.

Catherine: All you ever wanted was to advance yourself. You succeeded by lying, manipulating, and using my cancer.

Even appropriating my life as an artist, and the fact I am an orphan.

There is nothing Professor Wilkins wouldn’t do, if it meant she could gain, feed her ego and impress peers, imagine herself as a selfless saint, or hide deceit.

Except for the angels at Charity Hospital, I had absolutely no support during my cancer treatments and recovery.

Catherine didn’t care about me. Dr. Wilkins cared about becoming a college professor by any hook, crook, scheme, or lie.

Catherine Wilkins: My battle with cancer, is not yours to use, advance yourself with, or appropriate.

Below… The word-for-word transcript of Catherine’s falsified scholarship (everything about her “care” for a cancer patient is a complete lie fabricated by her):

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Table of Contents
Reasons for Applying for the CDA Scholarship
Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

1. The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult.

2. My position as a graduate teacher is very rewarding in that it enables me to share my love of learning with fellow young people; however, it does not cover the full cost of my school fees and living expenses.

3. I fear that my dream of earning a graduate degree and becoming a college professor might not be realized without further financial aid.

Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins

My name is Catherine Wilkins. I enrolled as a graduate student at Tulane University in New Orleans, pursuing a Master of the Arts degree in Art History.

I lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life before moving away for graduate school, born into a wonderfully large and caring extended family. My family raised me very well, and taught me principles of love, wisdom, and faith from a very early age. In part due to their dedication( to my upbringing, I was able to skip first grade, going directly to second grade from Kindergarten. From grade school onward, I attended Catholic schools, where I was educated both intellectually and spiritually. During my time at St. Petersburg Catholic High School, I began assisting as a volunteer at a local soup kitchen, as well as at a tennis camp for young children. Additional extracurricular activities during that time period included employment of thirty five hours per week at Publix Supermarkets, membership on the high school tennis team, enrollment in the National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta (math honor society), and volunteer work for several environmental agencies.

I graduated high school third in my class, with highest honors and a special departmental award in English, just after my seventeenth birthday. In the fall, I dual-enrolled at the University of South Florida (U.S.F.) and St. Petersburg Junior College in order to take more courses at once. I took specialized courses at the University and more broad, required classes at the Junior College, all completely funded by merit-based scholarships. While at school, I received the Florida Bright Futures full scholarship, as well as an additional Legacy Scholarship from the Humanities department, a trustee scholarship from the Junior College, and both Presidential and Honors scholarships from the University of South Florida. I received my Associates’ degree in just over a year, in December, graduating on the Dean’s List with High Honors. After that point, I attended courses solely at U.S.F. while still working at the supermarket. At the University, I specialized in the Humanities, and had a ravenous appetite for all knowledge concerned with history, art, literature, music and theatre. My scholarships allowed me to take a great number of classes at once, sometimes as many as twenty-two credit hours per semester, prompting me to finish my Bachelor’s degree three years after I received my high school diploma. I graduated magna c*m laude, with an overall Grade Point Average of 3.757.

Upon my graduation, I received an offer of a full scholarship for graduate school, plus a paid position as a graduate assistant at Tulane University, a well-accredited school in New Orleans. Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.

Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. At such short notice, there was no financial aid available for me for my first semester of graduate school, and I was able to pay for only one course with the money I earned working as a library assistant at the University. I was extremely troubled, not only due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer, but also because I felt as though I was falling behind in my course work and was forfeiting my dream of achieving a graduate degree in Art History and going on to work as a college professor. I was left with little but my family, friends, and faith to help me get through this difficult period in my life.

Fortunately, in spring, I was blessed with some opportunities which served to help me on my path to a productive and complete adulthood. I was offered a job as a graduate teacher at U.S.F., a position that provided a very modest salary, but which included a stipend for 75% of my tuition. This provided me a wonderful opportunity to share my love of learning with other young people while at the same time pursuing my own dream of receiving a graduate degree. I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses, in terms of fees that run upwards of $1300 per year that I must pay myself, along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses, and, of course, my own living costs. Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted, and I often face a good deal of stress and pressure when attempting to pay my bills each month. In the meantime, though, I have remained active as a graduate student, maintaining a 4.0 unweighted grade point average while partaking in volunteer activities at the Newcomb Gallery and the New Orleans Museum of Art as well as serving as my department’s representative in multiple on-campus student organizations. This past year, I have taught two art-historical survey classes while I completed most of my graduate coursework, and I am now preparing to begin writing my thesis and applying to other schools where I would like to work toward my Doctoral degree.

Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from G*d, and would allow me to take more courses at the University without worrying about my inability to pay the related fees. In addition, I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing – emotionally, physically, and spiritually – I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity to grow and learn, to help another, yet still persist in meeting my own goals. The experience of the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith; important lessons which transcend those I learned in the classroom. I cannot wait to apply what I have learned about life to my educational studies, and this scholarship from the Catholic Daughters will provide me the means by which I can accomplish it.

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Wilkins was a faculty member for several years at the University of Colorado Boulder and Florida Southwestern State College before joining USF’s Honors College in 2015.

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Do Professors lie on their Resumes?

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage

Ethics in Academe sometimes defies Explanation

Do professors routinely lie on their resumes to get jobs? My gut feeling is it occurs more often than one would expect. I’ve seen it myself in recruiting a new professor who had said he had earned a Ph.D. when he had dropped out of the program at the dissertation stage. Those of us who have gone through the process of writing a dissertation can relate to the pressures it creates and difficulty just surviving the process. Still, that doesn’t excuse lying about it or rationalizing using it to get a job when one doesn’t qualify for the job because of the lack of a Ph.D. Upon questioning the candidate told me that he planned to go back and finish the paper. I told him that maybe I’d plan to hire him after he carries out his plan to finish the degree. That wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

I just read about a disturbing case where last month it was disclosed that a faculty assembly at the University of Iowa’s largest college has approved a motion of censure against the incoming UI president for including inaccuracies on his resume during the recent search process.

Several faculty, student and staff groups on campus have issued “no confidence” votes or other complaints about the recent presidential search process overseen by the Iowa Board of Regents. Those censures, however, have stopped short of directly criticizing Bruce Harreld, who was selected unanimously by the regents September 3 as UI’s 21st president.

I don’t get it. He lies on his resume to get a president’s job at a major college and the Board of Regents doesn’t directly criticize the would-be president for the lie? What am I missing here? Is the Board blaming its own process for the result? It probably should but I doubt that is the motivation. It’s probably to “save face” or draw less attention to what happened. Not very ethical or responsible.

On the other hand, the Faculty Assembly did the right thing. After meeting in closed session the Faculty Assembly of the UI College of Liberal Arts and Sciences unanimously approved the motion against Harreld for failing to uphold “the highest ethical standards” and violating professional ethics by misrepresenting his recent work experience and publication history.

“I think the message is that values and ethics matter,” said Bob McMurray, a professor of psychology. “This is not a call for any action. This is not saying that we will not support President Harreld. … But it is a statement that we expect people to behave with intellectual honesty.”

Now I don’t get it again. It’s as if what the Faculty Assembly giveth (rightly criticizing unethical behavior) it taketh away by backing off and saying they’ll back a president who lied on his resume to get the job. Huh? What am I missing? Talk about a lack of courage and integrity.

Let’s look at the specifics. The two discrepancies listed by the censure motion concern how Harreld described his recent work experience and publication history.

On his resume, Harreld listed his most recent employment as managing principal of Executing Strategy LLC in Avon, Colorado. During his September 1 public forum, Harreld noted the listing had been a mistake. He used the name of a limited liability company that he had been using in Massachusetts but no longer needed now that his clients wanted him to assume liability directly. He allowed that company to lapse.

“So that’s ‘Shame on me.’ I too quickly pulled it out of my head and put it on the resume,” he said. “There’s no Colorado corporation. … It’s me personally working.”

Oh please. You mean to tell me he didn’t have a resume waiting to go before he applied for the UI job? I believe the statement that he “pulled it out of my head and put it on the resume” is an attempt to cover up the lie and make it look more acceptable to the university community. As in most cases of bad acts the explanation for an unethical action is worse than the act itself.

Neither Harreld nor the regents have said anything regarding the faculty assembly’s second charge: that Harreld failed to note on his resume that most of the 12 papers listed under publications were co-authored. Such a failure amounts to claiming sole credit for work this is not yours alone, said Russ Ganim, chairman of the faculty assembly, and is in violation of the rules.

This offense is worse because it cheats co-authors out of a citation they deserve and worked hard to achieve. This is almost as bad as using a student’s paper as the basis for a research publication and not acknowledging the student or getting his/her approval. And by the way that happens all the time.

If you think this is an isolated incident, think again. Back in 2014 a Polk State College professor, David Broxterman, provided a fake diploma and academic transcripts from the University of South Florida on his application to Polk State College. The school hired him in 2009 as a business professor. A close inspection of the diploma reveals that “board” is spelled wrong in one place, and the signature of USF President Judy Genshaft doesn’t match her signature on other diplomas. A spokesperson said in light of the incident, the college will start using a third party to verify all academic transcripts and diplomas before hiring candidates.

Good idea but it’s sad that we have to verify the veracity of those who are supposed mold students into being contributing members of society and better human beings.

The saddest case I’ve heard of, and at one of the most prestigious universities in the world, happened in 2007 when Marilee Jones, the dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, admitted that she had fabricated her own educational credentials, and resigned after nearly three decades at M.I.T. Officials of the institute said she did not have even an undergraduate degree.

“I misrepresented my academic degrees when I first applied to M.I.T. 28 years ago and did not have the courage to correct my résumé when I applied for my current job or at any time since,” Ms. Jones said in a statement posted on the institute’s Web site. “I am deeply sorry for this and for disappointing so many in the M.I.T. community and beyond who supported me, believed in me, and who have given me extraordinary opportunities.”

The action speaks for itself. Beyond that, I have to wonder how someone can rise to the level of a dean without any relevant academic credentials. Does that this mean those credentials are a joke? Why do you need them to get ahead?

I’m reaching the end of my journey in academe and will share my insights and feelings at a later date. For now I’ll go back to my ethics book and maybe write a new case study about these experiences of university folks. Don’t worry, I’ll give them the proper attribution they deserve.

Blog posted by Dr. Steven Mintz, aka Ethics Sage. Professor Mintz teaches in the Orfalea College of Business at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo.

Posted at 06:00 AM in Business ethics

Tags: academic ethics, ethics sage, lying on resume, Steven Mintz, university governance

Comments

LS said…
Thank you so much for sharing this. I am not sure what to do with my situation – I feel that my dissertation supervisor has been dishonest with her career and academic records. Different websites that mention her have different credentials that she is supposed to have (I guess). Information on her affiliated institutions also differ (she has attended a program, but has no record of graduating from it, yet still holding a degree from the program, or another degree that is not offered by the institution she claims to have graduated from). I could not report this to damage the operation of my program because she is a department chair, and my relationship with her as I am trying to complete my Ph.D. But working with her without being able to fully trust her has been very stressful, especially since she has provided very little supervision. She does not hire many faculty members and keeps only those who would deter to her, which makes it very difficult for me to work with other faculty members for my dissertation.

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