Now, more than ever, we are increasingly confined into small spaces both physically and mentally, in order to be safe. When the pandemic struck, I was living in Luxor, Egypt, where I started the first boxing club for girls. I watched in dismay as people back in the United States so easily gave in to the lies of the media. Living in villages where nobody had the luxury of masks and social distancing, nor were they glued to social media twenty-four seven, gave me a unique perspective that has influenced my writing. As a writer, martial artist and seeker of truth, I refuse to be imprisoned by fear and lies. As a result, I’ve been ghosted, threatened and de-platformed, from the USA to Egypt and a lot of places in between. And I still won’t shut up.
One gentleman recently expressed the sentiments of many of my readers: “I cannot fully articulate how profoundly your words sifted through material I had assumed to be only my most private thoughts. Uncanny. I want to laugh and cry simultaneously. I am weeping and yet rejoicing. Both my conscious and subconscious thoughts have been heard and acknowledged.”
Above all else, my desire is to inspire others to stand up and speak out—and Break Free.
Why I came here and what you’ll get:
WHY I CAME HERE:
My first experience of being canceled by the elite woke was in 2005. In 1996 I started a creative writing program for incarcerated youth in Los Angeles called InsideOUT Writers. In my essays, I interweave some of the stories of what happened when the Hollywood elite took it over, how I stood up to them, and was ousted as a result. They then hired a carefully vetted ED, who agreed with their values and was not bogged down by being a useless “visionary.” That person went on to steal $120,000 and spent time in prison as a result. This seemed incredible to me. How could no one have noticed when there were so many high-powered “experts” on the board and the organization had a budget of a mere $400,000 per year.
Today, we see played out before our eyes, how the experts remain entrenched in their positions of power, even as the world crumbles around us. I am not sure we can stop this inevitable march of madness, which I speak about in Utopian Madness and Gods of Tech and Pestilence, but that is all the more reason to stand up against it.
One of my original students, Silvia, received a twenty-five years to life sentence for a murder committed by her older, abusive boyfriend. That experience was eye-opening, too. Naively, I had thought if I could speak the right words at her trial, she would receive a fair sentence. But the wheels of “justice” had been set in motion long before the trial took place. There would be no justice for Silvia and others like her who were simply pawns in a system built on imprisoning the poor. We now see that system spreading to imprison any and all who dare to question their rights as free citizens. The day will come when there will only be masters and slaves. Indeed, it is upon us.
Silvia and I remained friends for over twenty years while she was in prison. On the day Trump was voted president in 2016, she was released.
That night, I attended a party with her entire family. It was a joyous event and such a remarkable story of courage and determination that I wanted to write about it. When I went to a highly regarded women’s writers’ community on Facebook and asked advice about it, I was mobbed and bullied by the "woke" writers and editors who had completely taken over the space. It wasn’t enough that the elite had tried to silence me all those years before, now I was being told by fellow writers I did not have the right to speak. After all, I was white. I tried to explain it was our story, it had nothing to do with skin color, but that just made it worse. I did not even have the right to be her friend. In fact, I had no right to have started that writing program in the first place. I had probably prevented a person of color from having the chance to start a program. I was toxic. I had caused more harm than good. I was a danger and needed to check my white privilege, just shut up, get back in my corner. I was such a pasty-faced Karen.
I had approached an editor at the Washington Post who loved the story but didn't think I was the one to tell it. Why? Because I was white. She suggested that I give over all my contacts and information about Silvia to her so she could find an appropriate writer to tell Silvia’s story. The fact that I thought I could write this story as a white woman was deeply troubling.
I didn't give over all my info and contacts and I gave up on writing the story. The experience left me discouraged. When COVID struck and I started questioning the media lies, I lost what remaining contacts I’d had in the writing world. Again, I was shut down as plague-ridden, a conspiracy theorist, a danger to society, etc. Almost all of my writer friends and publishing contacts were left-leaning. Where it had been difficult to get published before, it now became impossible.
By this point, like many others, I was fed up. I was angry. I’d had enough. I stopped being hopeful that someone somewhere would look past bias and see the strength of my writing and judge me on that alone. It was never going to happen in the mainstream publishing world.
This was incredibly liberating! From then on, I threw caution to the wind and started saying the things I had always wanted to say, now holding back.
Once I found Substack, I took a deep breath and plunged in. Basically starting from scratch. It’s been a worthwhile experience. I’ve realized there is a whole world of writers out there who are speaking out as well. It is like a tidal wave. And there’s a world of people who are hungry for such writing. Making connections with new readers, interacting in thoughtful, intelligent discussions not driven by fear and hysteria has been the greatest gift of all.
Ironically, in a time when censorship is at an all-time high, I’m thankful to have found a platform where I am free of censorship and my voice can be heard.
WHAT YOU’LL GET:
I publish one essay every Friday or Saturday. My essays are on the long side (just like this introduction) so be forewarned. I write on current events, culture, politics or anything else that grabs my fancy, relating it to personal experiences. I'm passionately against masking our children, lockdowns and vaccine passports. I see our freedoms being ripped away and I fight against that.
A LITTLE BACKGROUND:
I grew up in an unusual family. In 1966, at the age of ten, my dad heard the voice of God telling him to leave his successful business career and become a writer. He sat our family of six down in our house in the Los Angeles suburbs and said, we are going to travel the world so I can gain inspiration for my books. Thus began an incredible journey taking us to fifty countries, consisting of wild adventures such as escaping out of Egypt right before the 6 Day War, living in a 17th century Swiss castle and smuggling Bibles into communist countries. My dad, Dave Hunt, went on to become one of the most influential evangelical Christian writers of the 1980s.
In my essays Why I Stand with Israel and The Problem of Faith, I write about some of those adventures and the questions I began to have about faith. I met so many amazing people of different religions, how could they all be going to hell while we were going to heaven? I came to form my own opinions, never rejecting my own deep faith, but refusing to denounce the faith of others. Who are we to judge? We can only do our best to live our own lives well.
I am forever grateful to my childhood experiences. They taught me to speak up fearlessly for truth, even if it means losing friends, family and jobs. For many, it has even meant losing their lives. Who knows? It could well come to that. I write about it in my most popular essay, The Demonization of the Unvaxxed. What I see happening to our children is truly criminal. In my essay, Offering Our Children on Big Pharma's Altar, I talk about how the mRNA vaccines are the gateway drugs to universal addiction and the transformation of our children into the "Internet of Bodies."
Be courageous. Don't give in. We must prevail for the sake of our children!
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