“If we must suffer these assaults, these abuses, these insults and neglects… if we must be injured, rendered mad, raped, crippled, isolated, or bereft of limb or ally… and charged every conceivable price for these ‘privileges’… then let us make of this condition such a lumination, that the sleep of the world will depart before it… that the forces and people responsible… will reel and reform in their inescapable shame.

If we must fall, our dreams and bodies shattered, our lives fed to monsters whose names we shall never even know… if we must watch our very families ripped apart in the name of invented causes and the results of social and relational agendas whose fundamental toxicity is unimpeachable… then while we still remain alive, together, we shall speak.

And we will become, in our pain, a force too beautiful, too human, and too gentle to be opposed. There will be no weapons, because there is already enough injury. Our wounds will become a power nothing can resist. The sacrifices we have made in silence will be like mountains, moving slowly to the sound of our resolve.

Everyone shall hear the depth and truth not of accusation, but of a call to become human together. A call too long in coming. There will be no drama. No combat. None is needed. With the very weakness of our position, we shall rock the thrones of poison power on Earth. The light of our suffering will speak. And when it is heard, oh, my brothers and sisters, there shall be answer. Mark my word in this. There shall be answer.”

— an anonymous subject