How?
How can I make a difference?
How can I keep broadcasting the truth
when people are covering their ears and eyes
and yet hearing and seeing me as wrong?
How can people not see what is happening
when it seems so clear,
when so many are starting to testify?
How are people’s good intentions
so tragically hijacked?
How can I choose the loneliness of the few new friends
scattered afar
over the many old friends
grown so far apart?
How can I do anything else?
Children are being hurt.
Children are being hurt.
Children are being hurt.
I will not comply.
Exactly the right questions. How indeed can something so obviously wrong be promoted so thoroughly by every major institution?
More disturbingly, how can my own child not see through this, dismissing her own family as being part of a “cult” because we question the encouragement of dangerous medical interventions in response to a socially created form of body dysmorphia, and we question the wisdom of putting men in women’s spaces because, well, they want to be there!?
How has society gone so wrong?
Your concise words convey the expanse of the loneliness of our grief as our children slip away, who are here but not here, like their parents.