Stop the Bullying.

As persecution directed at me continues, my patience wears thin…as should yours.

Wednesday, September 21st, 2022

Dear Freedom Friends,

I posted this on my Facebook Page today, but I have been shadow-banned for months now, so PLEASE carry this message forward.

WE are not a persecuted minority. WE are a persecuted majority, suffering from self-silencing, malicious collusion and legacy media suppression.

This week, I have dealt with ongoing stonewalling, blatant disrespect, shockingly dismissive behavior and (to top it all off) an outright attempt to financially harm a local business because of its affiliation with me. Consider me unimpressed.

Details? Not yet. I remain committed to the restoration of temporarily fallen institutions on my island — but I will say this. When I hear and read the stories of careers being destroyed, reputations maligned and opportunities eliminated, I doubt it not.

I’m in the same boat.

DON’T BE LIKE US.

My Facebook Post:

What’s the difference between a victim of bullies and a person experiencing persecution?

As a generality (many exceptions exist), it could be said that “victims of bullies” accept their role, believe they are weak, and comply with the narrative, primarily hoping to duck their head and avoid further abuse.

As a generality (many exceptions exist), it could be said that “people experiencing persecution” see clearly what’s going on, have allies, express their own ethical morality with a patience that…only goes so far.

Power corrupts. This is why otherwise, seemingly decent humans are tempted to become bullies.

Bullies are weak humans led astray by the illusion of power derived from a temporary alignment with the power of the majority.

It never lasts. That power. That sense of righteousness. That excuse you use to justify your intentionally harmful acts toward others. That confidence bolstered by your chosen echo chamber. That belligerent intolerance, judgmental assuredness and craven belief that going out of your way to crush another person is…warranted.

That. Illusory. Power. Never. Lasts.

I - a woman persecuted on this island - sincerely believe people giving in to this base instinct can choose better. And I hope they do…for their sake.

Not mine. I am not a victim. Persecuted? The focus of cliques and boards who cannot tolerate a worldview other than their own? Yes, indeed!

But, I’m doing just fine, and I’m going nowhere. You’re not succeeding. You’re just showing your hand, so we know exactly what you’re capable of — and we learn who has the moral fortitude to not join you.

I understand you suffer from confusion, a need for control, inherent intolerance, fear and a deep-seated anger at those who do not comply.

I get the emails.

I hear the rumors.

I’m told what’s said about me.

How could I miss the public FB comments?

How dare I not bow at the altar of popular opinion? Who am I to point out that Vashon Island, in the bosom of King County, deeply swaddled by Western Washington State “midnight blue” Political Ideology IS in the global minority? How dare I suggest, that rather than being a shining light of exceptionalism…our region may be teetering on the edge of a deep, black crevasse of suppression, mimicking the McCarthy Era, and a massive mistake waiting to be regretted?

I’m not SILENT. I’m now cowed. I’m not going away. I’m not…obeying. And I suggest, you deal with it. Hell! Consider thanking me! Because it is the brave minority voice that protects against totalitarianism.

- Maybe, instead of being bothered by this (my dear Baby Boomer Generation) — it would behoove you to think about the civil rights you fought for?

- Consider what it means to be American?

- Realize the Women’s Liberation movement means “older white men” aren’t inherently superior?

- Maybe our MELTING POT mixture of diverse worldviews, beliefs, perspectives and choices is to be EMBRACED?

Not smashed into quiescence?

Dear Bullies of Vashon Island. I’m not your victim. You don’t scare me. You annoy me. And, I’m not alone. We, the brilliant people of this island, are tired of you pushing your weight around.

It’s time for you to STOP.

And to my supporters, collaborators, friends, neighbors and encouragers who stand beside me, joining in the effort to recapture the tolerant, inclusive, brave and kind spirit of an island community united in “Keeping Vashon Weird,” thank you for reminding me (every day) of why we are so blessed to call this island our home.

Don’t like me? Listen to these guys!