No One Is Coming

For years after I escaped sex slavery, I waited for the cavalry to ride over the hill. The way it always happens in movies.

The rescue, the embrace, the safety. Doctors scrutinizing me for damage. Teams of healers clucking over me. Law enforcement working diligently to pursue the bad guys, get the other women trapped in Camden to immediate safety.

I mean, I was kidnapped and tortured for 2 years. In America. Uh. Huh???

I believed, the way we’re taught to believe, that someone would step in. That the system would work. That help would come. That someone would care.

But it never has. It never did.

Here I am—on a porch worth a hundred billion stolen from me—proof that no rescue is coming. Not for me. Not for you. Not for any woman or child.

Men don’t even care about their own kids. Or this Hidden Holocaust wouldn't be happening.

No one is coming.

Rescue for all the women and girls trapped in horrific danger is a myth in America. In this Hidden Holocaust, it’s the lie that keeps women waiting and compliant.

The silence, the abandonment—it’s unbearable. Only bearable because I’ve had to see clearly and honestly:

No one gives a damn about my life.

Not my family.

Not my friends.

Not my country.

Not even about my safety, my survival, my well being.

I am in so much danger, could be killed at any time, no car, no home—and clearly a lot of men WANT to kill me (see my newsletter name).

But no one cares about my extreme vulnerability, that they could lose me altogether at any moment.

No one gives a fuck about my life. They just don't care.

All the caring I poured out in my life, on everything in my life.

Doesn't matter at all apparently. Nothing has ever come back.

And it’s not because I’m worthless.

I know who I am.

I have created tremendous value—raising children, building all kinds of amazeball things, writing truth like no one else, creating world-changing tech, shaping and nurturing community, I'm putting forth all kinds of sane solutions here—ignored and throttled and silenced.

I am sane. I am valuable.

The madness is the patriarchy itself—crushing women, denying our worth, stealing everything we create, making sure women and children die in a void, pretending it’s acceptable

So this is not just about me.

It is about every woman and girl in the country, world.

Every day, while we wait for the rescue that never comes, women and girls are killed, raped, molested, tortured, erased.

Every day.

The hidden genocide is simple: men don’t care. Not about women. Not even about their own kids.

There is no cavalry.

There is no rescue.

That is the horror. That is the hidden genocide.

I will never shut up. Never. (Ever.)

Because women and girls are worthy. Worthy of life. Worthy of being rescued. Worthy of care and concern and safety.

I see them on social media and in my mind’s eye—countless women and girls in every American neighborhood, terrified, endangered, afraid to speak. Trapped in their homes, trapped in the lying narratives of the patriarchy OS, believing no one cares.

I care. I know you’re there.

And if men hate us so much they’d rather see us dead than free, then the only answer left is this:

We stop waiting.

We rescue ourselves.

Right now. Today. Emergency.