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| Here is one of the obese hags, self proclaimed "proud antifa member", seemingly grooming children at a sexually oriented "parade". |
According to the documented archive, I have been called:
Grand Wizard. Nazi. KKK member. Racist. Racist bigot. Transphobic. Anti-LGBTQ. Sexist. Woman hater. Unhinged. Toxic. Conspiracy theorist. Stalker. Harasser. Dangerous. Disruptor. Menace to the community. Asshat. Heartless bag of flesh. Fragile masculinity. Hateful.
These dehumanizing designations were applied by approximately 210 documented commenters across three platforms over three days in June 2020. They were never corrected by a single official from any institution invloved in my demolition. The cops, the select boards, the DA, the 4 judges i was forced to appear before...not a single person has given ONE SINGLE FUCK about my life.
The volume and variety of the labels — contradictory, spanning political, psychological, behavioral, and moral categories — reveal that the goal was not to describe who I am. The goal was to define who I am not.
This is the core function of the Designation Machine: it takes the complex, irreducible reality of a human life and transmutes it into a one-dimensional target. The process operates in three stages.
Selection. A fourteen-minute clip is isolated, performing a digital lobotomy on the victim's life story. Everything before and after the clip ceases to exist for the audience receiving it.
Labeling. The designation is applied. It serves as moral shorthand that authorizes others to bypass inquiry. Once someone is branded, the crowd no longer requires evidence. They only require participation.
Erasure. The person is replaced by the label. The public record — in my case, thirty years of permanent installations, the Sojourner Truth plaques in Florence, the Black Stones of Africa on the Bridge of Flowers, the Mohammad Yaseen bench on Bridge Street — ceases to exist for the mob. Only the bigot or the stalker exists.
Among the 210 documented commenters, not one referenced that record before rendering judgment.
The designation arrived first. The investigation never arrived.
Society characterizes this behavior as accountability. A more accurate description is a status degradation ceremony — a ritual by which a person's identity is publicly destroyed and redefined as socially deviant. The commenter gains a temporary hit of social capital by demonstrating moral disgust, while the victim is systematically drained of human standing.
When you treat a person as a bag of flesh, you have already granted yourself permission to treat them as an object.
The designations are now part of the permanent record. Future observers will see not only what was said — but how little evidence was required before it was said, and how much evidence existed that was never consulted.
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| Contractor sized BAG OF FLESH. |