I don’t know when it happened exactly. The day I woke up, left the confines of the Matrix I mean, I don’t know when it happened.
I’m pretty sure it was some time around the day the Egyptian’s rose up against their corrupt government.
I’d heard rumors of Anonymous of course, but I didn’t know anything about Hacktivism, or Hacking at all — I just thought to myself, if the people of Egypt have it that bad, and no one cares — a Nation mind you that is quite literally older than time, has finally had enough, maybe it’s time to start paying attention in the world.
I honestly think the day I stood in a tiny corner of the wall cafe, watching the Egyptian people stand up to their oppressors was the day that I started to realize I needed to, for lack of a better phrase, wake the hell up.
I think that was the day that my life really began to change, for the better. I mean yeah there’s been some rough patches here and there, but I think I’m looking back realizing how far I have come. As a human, as a woman.
When I turned thirty, I was really excited for what was to come — I was pretty damned afraid too, afraid because I thought that my life by now would and should be different.
I’ve had dreams like everyone, about my future. I’ve seen my wedding day, I’ll be wearing Vera Wang, and we’ll get married at St. Mary’s Cathedral in Calgary, Alberta — I have it planned, for a lot of years I used to pretend that I wasn’t like other girls.
I didn’t think about my future, I didn’t think about my wedding — of course not, that’s for “girlie girls”, but that day, that day I realized that I am where I am supposed to be at this moment.
I remember one day I diverted from my usual route to work, turns out the bank on that route was in the midst of a robbery — as it turns out my Angel’s were protecting me from a situation that I could have otherwise been in.
My point is that while some things in the future may be set, others may not, but every step we take, everything we do is for a reason. We may not be able to see it at the moment, but ask yourselves this, would you rather live a life where you’re worried about the future or regretting the past?
Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we allow ourselves to be labeled, and shamed into the disintegration of our human race? I’ve been thinking lately how fun the Internet used to be.
After Bush won, the first time it was pretty funny to go back onto AOL chat and discuss the election with the same people who only twenty-four hours were not only certain that Bush would lose, but that they would make sure of it by voting for the other guy.
Turns out after a “rough night sleep” every person in that damned chat room voted for George W. Bush, you know why? Because even though they swore there was no way in hell they were voting Bush, they were all from Texas and it would have been a “crime to do otherwise.”
I remember that chat and I were only thirteen — after the election, there was, of course, some good nature ribbing, but it was nowhere near as bad as it is now.
People on the internet now aren’t just “Trolling” they aren’t just joking around, they are threatening to kill each other — they are trying to kill each other.
We as a race have seen time and time again, people who have tried to make the world a better place, and end up killing themselves because they are told repeatedly their lives don’t matter.
We see people quite literally, going to protests with torches — granted they’re tiki torches, but the sentiment is there.
We have “Fascists” and “Anti-Fascists” both equally violent — one physical one verbal, but still, desperately these young people are so angry and afraid not because they wanted to grow up to be people who hate but because they have been taught from an early age to hate each other.
These young people were born into homes of hatred. Somehow, somewhere, we got so cocky that we forgot “It takes a Village to raise a child”, we forgot that above all else, we should love each other.
We have let the same people lie to us time and time again, we have instilled in our government the corrupt, the selfish and the evilest of our kind.
Even those who come disguised as saviors do so for their own purposes. Using the “greater good” only when it suits their purposes. We have done this to ourselves, we have allowed this to happen.
“ He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words; they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgotten.”
That movie, whether you like it or not — and more often than not I don’t — changed the entire world.
People all across the globe and picked up the march. They picked up the mask. They believed that the people had the power to change the world.
And as quick as the mask came on, when Topiary was arrested, it was over. The Lulz of the internet vanished for the last time with his release. He had declared he no longer supported Anonymous, and the lulz disintegrated.
In place of the Lulz came anger, resentment, and hatred. In place of LULZ came humiliation and abuse, death threats and doxing everyone purely because you disagreed with them.
I remember my friend Kallie, a supporter of the Alt-Right told me not so long ago,
“You were there, you saw it, we ruled the world. We took over the planet and we changed it, we woke people up. And when it was over it was over, it’s time for the world to do the work now, for the people to sort themselves out.” – YoKalli ?-2017 – May he Rest in weirdness
The problem is that you all seemed to have forgotten the underlying message of Anonymous. I didn’t realize until now that this post is about Anonymous but I guess we’re down the rabbit hole now, so whatever let’s go.
Anonymous wasn’t about tearing people apart, it was about being One. About the underlying issues being resolved as one unit. One race, One soul. Together.
When one of us had a problem, we rallied around each other, we defended each other, we protected each other. White stood with Black, LGBTQ stood with Straight and it was US against the world. US against the corrupt governments refusing to take care of the people they are paid to take care of.
Whatever you might think about Anonymous or YoKalli, he was right. We did rule the world, but when the mask came off, people stopped looking beyond the surface. When we were all Anonymous, our names, faces, and religions didn’t matter. Our genders didn’t matter, our sexual proclivities did not matter. It wasn’t about labels or groups, it was just about a bunch of internet losers wanting to change the world for the better.
One of the best men I’ve ever known was known simply as “Therapist” as in, The Rapist — and yet he hunted pedophiles, exposed bad cops and did a lot of good in this world. I have no idea what he looks like or what his real name is, but I know I miss him a lot. I learned a lot from that man, and I am more grateful than he will ever know.
You forgot that when the mask came off, you decided that the best way to change the world was to surround yourself with people exactly like yourselves.
That sounds great in theory, but by turning on each other, you, you the activist, the revolutionary, the potential future inspiration of the world, have forgotten who the real enemy is.
It’s not each other, it’s not the Neo Fascist who lives next door and was raised in a house full of hatred and abuse, it’s the powers that be, that allowed that toxicity into our world.
It’s the darkness that haunts each and every one of us — the negative emotions, the fear.
“We have nothing to fear but fear itself” — FDR
We have allowed fear to haunt every inch of our lives. We are afraid of white men because we’ve only been abused by white men. We say that and we get death threats, like this beautiful woman here.
We are afraid of Muslims because we don’t understand their language and culture and if we make an attempt to we might be considered a terrorist, because you know they really do look alike and you just never know, right?
We the people have failed the next generation. It’s all fine and good to make fun of millennials, but we made them who they are. So my question to you is this;
Are you going to stand back in the shadows and let fear prevent you from returning to the days when what a person looked like didn’t matter? Are you going to be the kind of human that looks at another human and says “That could be me…if only I was just a little bit different, that could be my life”?
Are you going to be the kind of human being that remembers the days of the mask and how the entire world from Egypt to NYC, Washington to Newfoundland, China to Arabia stood together, regardless of Race, Creed, Nationality, Gender, Label or Gender Identity?
Or are you just going to keep being afraid to say hello, to get to know someone, because of the color of their skin and what they “might” do?
Putting the mask on didn’t change the world, taking it off did and while I don’t think we can ever go back to the mask, I think we can learn from it. We can do better people, but we can’t save the world as individuals, the only way to save the world is to stand together. United against those who would see us tear ourselves apart while they sit back and watch.
Sending all my love,