To Laure

Laurie,I've long recognized the machinery of the civil rights industrial complex—a self-perpetuating engine of grievance and grift that first caught my eye back with the Tawana Brawley hoax. It preys on the well-intentioned, twisting facts into weapons for its own ends. And yet, women like you, insulated by the very privileges that afford you such earnest outrage, fall for it hook, line, and sinker. Your reactions aren't rooted in evidence; they're emotional reflexes, the soft underbelly of a worldview shaped by comfort and conformity.Take the epidemic of grooming gangs in the UK, for instance. You've swallowed the narrative whole: that these predators were just "English men," some vague, faceless abstraction of the native population. But the truth, buried under layers of institutional denial and multicultural dogma, points squarely at organized networks of Pakistani Muslim men exploiting vulnerable girls on an industrial scale. Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford—these weren't anomalies; they were symptoms of a system that prioritized "community sensitivities" over justice, silencing victims and enablers alike. To deny this isn't compassion; it's complicity in the lie.What I oppose isn't some abstract boogeyman—it's the raw hypocrisy at the heart of it all. Abuse thrives in the shadows of double standards, and those who peddle it are the ultimate hypocrites: decrying power imbalances while wielding their own unchecked. In the end, that's you, Laurie—a product of cultural capture, so ensnared by the ideology you've inherited that you can't spot the chains. Your egocentrism blinds you to those glaring blind spots, turning what could be honest inquiry into unwitting endorsement of the very harms you claim to fight.It's time to step back, question the script, and reclaim some clarity. The world doesn't bend to feelings; it demands reckoning with reality. Will you?