I'm incensed—by their cruelty, their depravity, their greed. By their reckless contempt for truth, for the rule of law, for the Constitution itself. By their shameless graft, their abandonment of basic decency, and the rot they spread through everything they touch.
I'm white. I'm male. I'm exactly the kind of person they assume wants to rewind the world to their fantasy of the 1950s. But I see through their nostalgia-drenched delusions. I want no part of their regressive, authoritarian nightmare. They do not—and will not—speak for me.
I intend to use my privilege—and my voice—to stand up for those who can’t. For those who’ve been disappeared. Intimidated. Silenced.
I will not be quiet while they’re erased.
This is the moment for us to stand taller, speak louder, and show up for each other. If you've ever wondered what we would do in times like these—this is it. We must find our voices. Lend our strength. We must become part of something braver, louder, and bigger than fear.
Thank you, Robert. This is a really scary time for us Latinos and your eloquent narrative describes our despair and fears with compassion and truthfulness. Thank you for using your beautiful voice to speak up for us!
Their true fantasy of the 1950 is the segregated America with signs in all public places reading “no blacks, Mexicans, or dogs allowed.” as it was back then.
I don’t want to be silent either. I must remember that under my shyness and fear, there is Cesar Chaves and Dolores Huerta blood running through my veins! 💪🏽
I see that white-hot fire burning within you — fierce, righteous, and unafraid. Together, we will raise our voices, gather our courage, and lean into our strength. And with that united force, we will set this country back on the path of justice and truth.
I'm incensed—by their cruelty, their depravity, their greed. By their reckless contempt for truth, for the rule of law, for the Constitution itself. By their shameless graft, their abandonment of basic decency, and the rot they spread through everything they touch.
I'm white. I'm male. I'm exactly the kind of person they assume wants to rewind the world to their fantasy of the 1950s. But I see through their nostalgia-drenched delusions. I want no part of their regressive, authoritarian nightmare. They do not—and will not—speak for me.
I intend to use my privilege—and my voice—to stand up for those who can’t. For those who’ve been disappeared. Intimidated. Silenced.
I will not be quiet while they’re erased.
This is the moment for us to stand taller, speak louder, and show up for each other. If you've ever wondered what we would do in times like these—this is it. We must find our voices. Lend our strength. We must become part of something braver, louder, and bigger than fear.
Thank you, Robert. This is a really scary time for us Latinos and your eloquent narrative describes our despair and fears with compassion and truthfulness. Thank you for using your beautiful voice to speak up for us!
Their true fantasy of the 1950 is the segregated America with signs in all public places reading “no blacks, Mexicans, or dogs allowed.” as it was back then.
I don’t want to be silent either. I must remember that under my shyness and fear, there is Cesar Chaves and Dolores Huerta blood running through my veins! 💪🏽
I see that white-hot fire burning within you — fierce, righteous, and unafraid. Together, we will raise our voices, gather our courage, and lean into our strength. And with that united force, we will set this country back on the path of justice and truth.
Thank you for lending your voice to this. 💔