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Good morning. 🌸

Within a single week, both the memorial bench and the memorial tree commemorating the Berlin CSD attack were vandalised and destroyed.

A bench.
A tree.
Both rainbow-coloured.
Both symbols of remembrance, solidarity and love.

It should be difficult to imagine anyone being angry enough about that to destroy them.

And yet here we are.

There is something profoundly rotten about a person so consumed by hatred that a rainbow-painted bench becomes an enemy, and a tree planted in memory of victims becomes something that must be ripped from the ground.

But perhaps we should stop pretending that this is merely some unfortunate disagreement between people with different opinions.

It isn't.

Fascism has never been satisfied with words. First it tells you that certain people are disgusting. Then it tells you they are dangerous. Then it tells you they don't belong.

And eventually, someone will start killing the people they feel don't belong.

So no.

There can be no compromise with that.

We will not make ourselves smaller so fascists can feel comfortable. We will not hide our colours. We will not politely negotiate over whether our friends, our families, our children or ourselves deserve to exist.

They tear down the tree?

Plant another.

They destroy the bench?

Build two.

They try to erase us?

Stand together. Stand visible. Stand unafraid.

Don't let hatred decide what our streets look like.
Don't let fear decide how loudly we love.
Don't let fascists teach us to disappear.

Show up. Speak out. Protect one another. Defend our spaces. Rebuild what they destroy. And never, ever surrender the ground they want us to leave.

They can tear down a tree.

They cannot uproot a movement. 🌈🏳️‍⚧️

#CSD #Berlin #Pride #QueerResistance #NoPasaran #Antifascism #QueerSolidarity

Apparently, Everything Is Fine

Germany has apparently solved racism.

Nobody told the racists, obviously.

You point at racist abuse: isolated incident.

Anti-queer violence: isolated incident.

Fascists getting louder and more comfortable: you're being hysterical.

And when you say, "Actually, I'm starting to think about leaving," suddenly you are the one causing the problem.

The "funniest" part? It's not just conservatives doing this.

Liberals do it.

Some leftists do it.

People who can explain structural oppression over three coffees will suddenly become deeply philosophical about whether the racism happening right in front of you really counts.

"Germany learned from its history."

Yes, apparently the certificate is laminated.

"Don't give the far right ammunition."

Darling, the far right doesn't need my ammunition. They have their own fucking factory.

I am tired of pretending that denial is nuance.

I am tired of queer people being told to calm down while hatred gets louder.

I am tired of being told that what I can see, hear and experience isn't happening because acknowledging it would make somebody uncomfortable.

I still resist. Obviously.

I write. I speak. I organise. I show up. I remain gloriously fucking inconvenient.

But here's the thing:

Resistance does not require me to stay.

I can fight for Germany while quietly wondering whether Germany is somewhere I still want to build a life.

#Germany #Berlin #Racism #QueerRights #Antifascism #LGBTQIA #QueerResistance #SozialeVerrohung #NoHate

Apparently, Everything Is Fine

Germany has apparently solved racism.

Nobody told the racists, obviously.

You point at racist abuse: isolated incident.

Anti-queer violence: isolated incident.

Fascists getting louder and more comfortable: you're being hysterical.

And when you say, "Actually, I'm starting to think about leaving," suddenly you are the one causing the problem.

The "funniest" part? It's not just conservatives doing this.

Liberals do it.

Some leftists do it.

People who can explain structural oppression over three coffees will suddenly become deeply philosophical about whether the racism happening right in front of you really counts.

"Germany learned from its history."

Yes, apparently the certificate is laminated.

"Don't give the far right ammunition."

Darling, the far right doesn't need my ammunition. They have their own fucking factory.

I am tired of pretending that denial is nuance.

I am tired of queer people being told to calm down while hatred gets louder.

I am tired of being told that what I can see, hear and experience isn't happening because acknowledging it would make somebody uncomfortable.

I still resist. Obviously.

I write. I speak. I organise. I show up. I remain gloriously fucking inconvenient.

But here's the thing:

Resistance does not require me to stay.

I can fight for Germany while quietly wondering whether Germany is somewhere I still want to build a life.

#Germany #Berlin #Racism #QueerRights #Antifascism #LGBTQIA #QueerResistance #SozialeVerrohung #NoHate

Apparently, Everything Is Fine

Germany has apparently solved racism.

Nobody told the racists, obviously.

You point at racist abuse: isolated incident.

Anti-queer violence: isolated incident.

Fascists getting louder and more comfortable: you're being hysterical.

And when you say, "Actually, I'm starting to think about leaving," suddenly you are the one causing the problem.

The "funniest" part? It's not just conservatives doing this.

Liberals do it.

Some leftists do it.

People who can explain structural oppression over three coffees will suddenly become deeply philosophical about whether the racism happening right in front of you really counts.

"Germany learned from its history."

Yes, apparently the certificate is laminated.

"Don't give the far right ammunition."

Darling, the far right doesn't need my ammunition. They have their own fucking factory.

I am tired of pretending that denial is nuance.

I am tired of queer people being told to calm down while hatred gets louder.

I am tired of being told that what I can see, hear and experience isn't happening because acknowledging it would make somebody uncomfortable.

I still resist. Obviously.

I write. I speak. I organise. I show up. I remain gloriously fucking inconvenient.

But here's the thing:

Resistance does not require me to stay.

I can fight for Germany while quietly wondering whether Germany is somewhere I still want to build a life.

#Germany #Berlin #Racism #QueerRights #Antifascism #LGBTQIA #QueerResistance #SozialeVerrohung #NoHate

Apparently, Everything Is Fine

Germany has apparently solved racism.

Nobody told the racists, obviously.

You point at racist abuse: isolated incident.

Anti-queer violence: isolated incident.

Fascists getting louder and more comfortable: you're being hysterical.

And when you say, "Actually, I'm starting to think about leaving," suddenly you are the one causing the problem.

The "funniest" part? It's not just conservatives doing this.

Liberals do it.

Some leftists do it.

People who can explain structural oppression over three coffees will suddenly become deeply philosophical about whether the racism happening right in front of you really counts.

"Germany learned from its history."

Yes, apparently the certificate is laminated.

"Don't give the far right ammunition."

Darling, the far right doesn't need my ammunition. They have their own fucking factory.

I am tired of pretending that denial is nuance.

I am tired of queer people being told to calm down while hatred gets louder.

I am tired of being told that what I can see, hear and experience isn't happening because acknowledging it would make somebody uncomfortable.

I still resist. Obviously.

I write. I speak. I organise. I show up. I remain gloriously fucking inconvenient.

But here's the thing:

Resistance does not require me to stay.

I can fight for Germany while quietly wondering whether Germany is somewhere I still want to build a life.

#Germany #Berlin #Racism #QueerRights #Antifascism #LGBTQIA #QueerResistance #SozialeVerrohung #NoHate

Apparently, Everything Is Fine

Germany has apparently solved racism.

Nobody told the racists, obviously.

You point at racist abuse: isolated incident.

Anti-queer violence: isolated incident.

Fascists getting louder and more comfortable: you're being hysterical.

And when you say, "Actually, I'm starting to think about leaving," suddenly you are the one causing the problem.

The "funniest" part? It's not just conservatives doing this.

Liberals do it.

Some leftists do it.

People who can explain structural oppression over three coffees will suddenly become deeply philosophical about whether the racism happening right in front of you really counts.

"Germany learned from its history."

Yes, apparently the certificate is laminated.

"Don't give the far right ammunition."

Darling, the far right doesn't need my ammunition. They have their own fucking factory.

I am tired of pretending that denial is nuance.

I am tired of queer people being told to calm down while hatred gets louder.

I am tired of being told that what I can see, hear and experience isn't happening because acknowledging it would make somebody uncomfortable.

I still resist. Obviously.

I write. I speak. I organise. I show up. I remain gloriously fucking inconvenient.

But here's the thing:

Resistance does not require me to stay.

I can fight for Germany while quietly wondering whether Germany is somewhere I still want to build a life.

#Germany #Berlin #Racism #QueerRights #Antifascism #LGBTQIA #QueerResistance #SozialeVerrohung #NoHate

There is a German phrase I keep coming back to: soziale Verrohung.

Social brutality. The coarsening of society. The point where cruelty stops being shocking and starts becoming conversational.

And honestly? We are watching it happen in real time.

People aren't merely saying, “I disagree with you” anymore.
They are saying:
You are degenerate.
You are vermin.
You are unworthy of living.
You should be killed.
You should be sent to the camps.

And increasingly, they aren't even bothering to hide behind anonymous accounts.

Full names. Real photographs. Proudly attached to it.

That should frighten us.

Because dehumanisation is not just “strong language”. It is how cruelty becomes socially acceptable. First someone is annoying. Then disgusting. Then dangerous. Then somehow no longer quite human.

History has a rather ugly filing cabinet full of examples.

So no, I am not going to politely debate whether my friends, my community, or anyone else is sufficiently “worthy” of dignity.

Human rights are not a popularity contest.

And if your politics requires treating other human beings as disposable, perhaps the problem isn't that the rest of us need to become more tolerant.

Perhaps your politics is simply fucking monstrous.

#SozialeVerrohung #Dehumanisation #Antifascism #HumanRights #NeverAgain #QueerResistance #NoHate #ResistFascism

There is a German phrase I keep coming back to: soziale Verrohung.

Social brutality. The coarsening of society. The point where cruelty stops being shocking and starts becoming conversational.

And honestly? We are watching it happen in real time.

People aren't merely saying, “I disagree with you” anymore.
They are saying:
You are degenerate.
You are vermin.
You are unworthy of living.
You should be killed.
You should be sent to the camps.

And increasingly, they aren't even bothering to hide behind anonymous accounts.

Full names. Real photographs. Proudly attached to it.

That should frighten us.

Because dehumanisation is not just “strong language”. It is how cruelty becomes socially acceptable. First someone is annoying. Then disgusting. Then dangerous. Then somehow no longer quite human.

History has a rather ugly filing cabinet full of examples.

So no, I am not going to politely debate whether my friends, my community, or anyone else is sufficiently “worthy” of dignity.

Human rights are not a popularity contest.

And if your politics requires treating other human beings as disposable, perhaps the problem isn't that the rest of us need to become more tolerant.

Perhaps your politics is simply fucking monstrous.

#SozialeVerrohung #Dehumanisation #Antifascism #HumanRights #NeverAgain #QueerResistance #NoHate #ResistFascism

There is a German phrase I keep coming back to: soziale Verrohung.

Social brutality. The coarsening of society. The point where cruelty stops being shocking and starts becoming conversational.

And honestly? We are watching it happen in real time.

People aren't merely saying, “I disagree with you” anymore.
They are saying:
You are degenerate.
You are vermin.
You are unworthy of living.
You should be killed.
You should be sent to the camps.

And increasingly, they aren't even bothering to hide behind anonymous accounts.

Full names. Real photographs. Proudly attached to it.

That should frighten us.

Because dehumanisation is not just “strong language”. It is how cruelty becomes socially acceptable. First someone is annoying. Then disgusting. Then dangerous. Then somehow no longer quite human.

History has a rather ugly filing cabinet full of examples.

So no, I am not going to politely debate whether my friends, my community, or anyone else is sufficiently “worthy” of dignity.

Human rights are not a popularity contest.

And if your politics requires treating other human beings as disposable, perhaps the problem isn't that the rest of us need to become more tolerant.

Perhaps your politics is simply fucking monstrous.

#SozialeVerrohung #Dehumanisation #Antifascism #HumanRights #NeverAgain #QueerResistance #NoHate #ResistFascism

There is a German phrase I keep coming back to: soziale Verrohung.

Social brutality. The coarsening of society. The point where cruelty stops being shocking and starts becoming conversational.

And honestly? We are watching it happen in real time.

People aren't merely saying, “I disagree with you” anymore.
They are saying:
You are degenerate.
You are vermin.
You are unworthy of living.
You should be killed.
You should be sent to the camps.

And increasingly, they aren't even bothering to hide behind anonymous accounts.

Full names. Real photographs. Proudly attached to it.

That should frighten us.

Because dehumanisation is not just “strong language”. It is how cruelty becomes socially acceptable. First someone is annoying. Then disgusting. Then dangerous. Then somehow no longer quite human.

History has a rather ugly filing cabinet full of examples.

So no, I am not going to politely debate whether my friends, my community, or anyone else is sufficiently “worthy” of dignity.

Human rights are not a popularity contest.

And if your politics requires treating other human beings as disposable, perhaps the problem isn't that the rest of us need to become more tolerant.

Perhaps your politics is simply fucking monstrous.

#SozialeVerrohung #Dehumanisation #Antifascism #HumanRights #NeverAgain #QueerResistance #NoHate #ResistFascism

Today I was told I should leave Europe because I apparently hate white people so much.

Why?

Because I keep fighting fascism and Nazis.

And apparently, according to this person, my great ideological failure is that I refuse to name Muslims as the “main threat.”

Seriously?

The chap I buy my kebabs from is Muslim. The family running the grocery store across the street is Muslim.

The people who tried to beat me up in Utrecht were Czechs. The woman who recently verbally attacked me on the U-Bahn was Christian, and white.

And yes, the attacker at the Berlin CSD was an Islamist.

And that is precisely my fucking point.

I fight fascism.

White supremacist fascism. Christian fundamentalism. Islamism. Nationalism. Authoritarianism. Whatever flavour of hatred comes crawling out from under whatever rock it has chosen to call home.

I am not going to participate in the fascist fantasy that Muslims are the enemy while white men are apparently waiting nobly in the wings to save civilisation.

Sorry. I've met history.

I know what hateful white men are capable of when they decide that their hatred gives them permission to hurt people.

And frankly?

I know people I would much rather stand beside.

My kebab vendor.

That Muslim family at the grocery store.

People who simply get on with their lives, treat me like a human being, and don't require me to pass some ridiculous racial purity test before they'll show me basic decency.

So keep your fucking race-war fantasies to yourself.

I judge people by their actions.

Actually, scratch that.

I don't collectively judge groups of people at all.

Except fascists.

Because fascism isn't a skin colour, an ethnicity, a religion, or a continent.

It's a choice.

And if you've chosen fascism, congratulations: you've chosen me as your problem.

I have no intention of making your life comfortable.

#AntiFascism #NeverAgain #NoHate #Fascism #QueerResistance #ResistFascism #WhiteSupremacy #Islamism #ChristianFundamentalism #Solidarity #NoToHate

Today I was told I should leave Europe because I apparently hate white people so much.

Why?

Because I keep fighting fascism and Nazis.

And apparently, according to this person, my great ideological failure is that I refuse to name Muslims as the “main threat.”

Seriously?

The chap I buy my kebabs from is Muslim. The family running the grocery store across the street is Muslim.

The people who tried to beat me up in Utrecht were Czechs. The woman who recently verbally attacked me on the U-Bahn was Christian, and white.

And yes, the attacker at the Berlin CSD was an Islamist.

And that is precisely my fucking point.

I fight fascism.

White supremacist fascism. Christian fundamentalism. Islamism. Nationalism. Authoritarianism. Whatever flavour of hatred comes crawling out from under whatever rock it has chosen to call home.

I am not going to participate in the fascist fantasy that Muslims are the enemy while white men are apparently waiting nobly in the wings to save civilisation.

Sorry. I've met history.

I know what hateful white men are capable of when they decide that their hatred gives them permission to hurt people.

And frankly?

I know people I would much rather stand beside.

My kebab vendor.

That Muslim family at the grocery store.

People who simply get on with their lives, treat me like a human being, and don't require me to pass some ridiculous racial purity test before they'll show me basic decency.

So keep your fucking race-war fantasies to yourself.

I judge people by their actions.

Actually, scratch that.

I don't collectively judge groups of people at all.

Except fascists.

Because fascism isn't a skin colour, an ethnicity, a religion, or a continent.

It's a choice.

And if you've chosen fascism, congratulations: you've chosen me as your problem.

I have no intention of making your life comfortable.

#AntiFascism #NeverAgain #NoHate #Fascism #QueerResistance #ResistFascism #WhiteSupremacy #Islamism #ChristianFundamentalism #Solidarity #NoToHate

Today I was told I should leave Europe because I apparently hate white people so much.

Why?

Because I keep fighting fascism and Nazis.

And apparently, according to this person, my great ideological failure is that I refuse to name Muslims as the “main threat.”

Seriously?

The chap I buy my kebabs from is Muslim. The family running the grocery store across the street is Muslim.

The people who tried to beat me up in Utrecht were Czechs. The woman who recently verbally attacked me on the U-Bahn was Christian, and white.

And yes, the attacker at the Berlin CSD was an Islamist.

And that is precisely my fucking point.

I fight fascism.

White supremacist fascism. Christian fundamentalism. Islamism. Nationalism. Authoritarianism. Whatever flavour of hatred comes crawling out from under whatever rock it has chosen to call home.

I am not going to participate in the fascist fantasy that Muslims are the enemy while white men are apparently waiting nobly in the wings to save civilisation.

Sorry. I've met history.

I know what hateful white men are capable of when they decide that their hatred gives them permission to hurt people.

And frankly?

I know people I would much rather stand beside.

My kebab vendor.

That Muslim family at the grocery store.

People who simply get on with their lives, treat me like a human being, and don't require me to pass some ridiculous racial purity test before they'll show me basic decency.

So keep your fucking race-war fantasies to yourself.

I judge people by their actions.

Actually, scratch that.

I don't collectively judge groups of people at all.

Except fascists.

Because fascism isn't a skin colour, an ethnicity, a religion, or a continent.

It's a choice.

And if you've chosen fascism, congratulations: you've chosen me as your problem.

I have no intention of making your life comfortable.

#AntiFascism #NeverAgain #NoHate #Fascism #QueerResistance #ResistFascism #WhiteSupremacy #Islamism #ChristianFundamentalism #Solidarity #NoToHate

Today I was told I should leave Europe because I apparently hate white people so much.

Why?

Because I keep fighting fascism and Nazis.

And apparently, according to this person, my great ideological failure is that I refuse to name Muslims as the “main threat.”

Seriously?

The chap I buy my kebabs from is Muslim. The family running the grocery store across the street is Muslim.

The people who tried to beat me up in Utrecht were Czechs. The woman who recently verbally attacked me on the U-Bahn was Christian, and white.

And yes, the attacker at the Berlin CSD was an Islamist.

And that is precisely my fucking point.

I fight fascism.

White supremacist fascism. Christian fundamentalism. Islamism. Nationalism. Authoritarianism. Whatever flavour of hatred comes crawling out from under whatever rock it has chosen to call home.

I am not going to participate in the fascist fantasy that Muslims are the enemy while white men are apparently waiting nobly in the wings to save civilisation.

Sorry. I've met history.

I know what hateful white men are capable of when they decide that their hatred gives them permission to hurt people.

And frankly?

I know people I would much rather stand beside.

My kebab vendor.

That Muslim family at the grocery store.

People who simply get on with their lives, treat me like a human being, and don't require me to pass some ridiculous racial purity test before they'll show me basic decency.

So keep your fucking race-war fantasies to yourself.

I judge people by their actions.

Actually, scratch that.

I don't collectively judge groups of people at all.

Except fascists.

Because fascism isn't a skin colour, an ethnicity, a religion, or a continent.

It's a choice.

And if you've chosen fascism, congratulations: you've chosen me as your problem.

I have no intention of making your life comfortable.

#AntiFascism #NeverAgain #NoHate #Fascism #QueerResistance #ResistFascism #WhiteSupremacy #Islamism #ChristianFundamentalism #Solidarity #NoToHate

Today I was told I should leave Europe because I apparently hate white people so much.

Why?

Because I keep fighting fascism and Nazis.

And apparently, according to this person, my great ideological failure is that I refuse to name Muslims as the “main threat.”

Seriously?

The chap I buy my kebabs from is Muslim. The family running the grocery store across the street is Muslim.

The people who tried to beat me up in Utrecht were Czechs. The woman who recently verbally attacked me on the U-Bahn was Christian, and white.

And yes, the attacker at the Berlin CSD was an Islamist.

And that is precisely my fucking point.

I fight fascism.

White supremacist fascism. Christian fundamentalism. Islamism. Nationalism. Authoritarianism. Whatever flavour of hatred comes crawling out from under whatever rock it has chosen to call home.

I am not going to participate in the fascist fantasy that Muslims are the enemy while white men are apparently waiting nobly in the wings to save civilisation.

Sorry. I've met history.

I know what hateful white men are capable of when they decide that their hatred gives them permission to hurt people.

And frankly?

I know people I would much rather stand beside.

My kebab vendor.

That Muslim family at the grocery store.

People who simply get on with their lives, treat me like a human being, and don't require me to pass some ridiculous racial purity test before they'll show me basic decency.

So keep your fucking race-war fantasies to yourself.

I judge people by their actions.

Actually, scratch that.

I don't collectively judge groups of people at all.

Except fascists.

Because fascism isn't a skin colour, an ethnicity, a religion, or a continent.

It's a choice.

And if you've chosen fascism, congratulations: you've chosen me as your problem.

I have no intention of making your life comfortable.

#AntiFascism #NeverAgain #NoHate #Fascism #QueerResistance #ResistFascism #WhiteSupremacy #Islamism #ChristianFundamentalism #Solidarity #NoToHate

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

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