It's been a couple of days now...
Jan. 26th, 2026 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glassy_witch...and I'm finally able to be a little more...controlled? Is that the word?
Hang on, back up, start at the beginning.
A couple of days ago, I made some Spring-themed fused glass pieces, which I was quite pleased with. As is the fashion, I went to post them to Instagram because, well, even though these aren't for sale in my shop (the postage I would need to charge would all but double the item cost because they are tiny, only about 5.5cm across), I like to share a little bit of colourful artyness here and there. On opening the app, and without any warning thanks to the autoplay of videos (which cannot be switched OFF), I witnessed the last few seconds of a human life.
It hit me like a TRAIN. Genuinely.floored me. I watched as a bunch of armed, masked men held another man to the ground on his knees with his hands firmly held behind his back... and shot him. Multiple times. And he fell to the ground, lifeless. I watched a murder take place in broad daylight.
I had managed to avoid seeing what happened to the Kirk boy. I managed to avoid seeing what happened to Renee Good. But this time, the video started and played on without any sort of warning, minutes after the referenced event had occurred, so I had no way of knowing not to open anything for at least a few hours when I could immediately skip anything that might be related.
I don't like horror movies. I don't enjoy watching make-believe movie killings. I have lived through enough horror in real life that I don't find entertainment value in it. To then be confronted with this horrific evil was just too much and it broke me. I felt sick, I was shaking as if I had been there and witnessed it myself. When the news reported what some woman was claiming to have been the situation, I just wanted to scream what a lying little bitch she is. Believe me, this is NOT my usual demeanor. Even if I believe someone is lying, I don't tend to feel like I want to scream in their faces. But that she would stand there and repeat such obvious falsehood was beyond repugnant.
I am calmer than I was. I cannot scrape those images from my brain though, no matter how much I want to. And I recognise that for those witnesses, for those affected families of these atrocities...it is so much worse. My feelings are not anywhere near the same league as the pain they are experiencing. So I recognise my privilege that should not BE a privilege.
The only thing I see as the weirdest positive to take from this, is that the Nazi hunters never gave up. And they kept finding those who thought they had hidden themselves well away, just like those masked thugs, and their enablers who think they will always be protected by power. They won't. They will all be found, they will be put on trial, and they will be forced to answer for their crimes. And it may not come until they are doddery old.fools in their 90s. It won't matter though. They will be found and they WILL be held accountable. And when they all eventually die, as all humans do, their names will be forgotten. They will die the truest death when no one ever speak their names again and the world will forget them, as they deserve.
Oh, and no. This is not up for debate. This is not about nuance. This is nothing to do with context. This isn't even politics. It is good versus evil. Nothing more or less complex. Choose where to stand, and live with the consequence of that choice.
Hang on, back up, start at the beginning.
A couple of days ago, I made some Spring-themed fused glass pieces, which I was quite pleased with. As is the fashion, I went to post them to Instagram because, well, even though these aren't for sale in my shop (the postage I would need to charge would all but double the item cost because they are tiny, only about 5.5cm across), I like to share a little bit of colourful artyness here and there. On opening the app, and without any warning thanks to the autoplay of videos (which cannot be switched OFF), I witnessed the last few seconds of a human life.
It hit me like a TRAIN. Genuinely.floored me. I watched as a bunch of armed, masked men held another man to the ground on his knees with his hands firmly held behind his back... and shot him. Multiple times. And he fell to the ground, lifeless. I watched a murder take place in broad daylight.
I had managed to avoid seeing what happened to the Kirk boy. I managed to avoid seeing what happened to Renee Good. But this time, the video started and played on without any sort of warning, minutes after the referenced event had occurred, so I had no way of knowing not to open anything for at least a few hours when I could immediately skip anything that might be related.
I don't like horror movies. I don't enjoy watching make-believe movie killings. I have lived through enough horror in real life that I don't find entertainment value in it. To then be confronted with this horrific evil was just too much and it broke me. I felt sick, I was shaking as if I had been there and witnessed it myself. When the news reported what some woman was claiming to have been the situation, I just wanted to scream what a lying little bitch she is. Believe me, this is NOT my usual demeanor. Even if I believe someone is lying, I don't tend to feel like I want to scream in their faces. But that she would stand there and repeat such obvious falsehood was beyond repugnant.
I am calmer than I was. I cannot scrape those images from my brain though, no matter how much I want to. And I recognise that for those witnesses, for those affected families of these atrocities...it is so much worse. My feelings are not anywhere near the same league as the pain they are experiencing. So I recognise my privilege that should not BE a privilege.
The only thing I see as the weirdest positive to take from this, is that the Nazi hunters never gave up. And they kept finding those who thought they had hidden themselves well away, just like those masked thugs, and their enablers who think they will always be protected by power. They won't. They will all be found, they will be put on trial, and they will be forced to answer for their crimes. And it may not come until they are doddery old.fools in their 90s. It won't matter though. They will be found and they WILL be held accountable. And when they all eventually die, as all humans do, their names will be forgotten. They will die the truest death when no one ever speak their names again and the world will forget them, as they deserve.
Oh, and no. This is not up for debate. This is not about nuance. This is nothing to do with context. This isn't even politics. It is good versus evil. Nothing more or less complex. Choose where to stand, and live with the consequence of that choice.
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on 2026-01-26 03:43 pm (UTC)