They’re All White Males—Just Saying

Despite the pattern we refuse to name, love wins.

Jun 15, 2025

As the tension of the week mounted—
as the National Guard and Marines were deployed, sleeping on pavement, rifles across their chests—
as federal agencies entrenched behind barricades with tanks and tear gas—
the message from the top was clear:

“Deport the invaders, or surrender to insurrection.” —Stephen Miller
“Any protesters at the military parade will be met with heavy force.” —Donald Trump
“We will kill you, graveyard dead.” —Sheriff Wayne Ivey, Florida

These weren’t fringe voices or anonymous accounts.
They were elected officials, cabinet members, and law enforcement leaders—threatening civilians with military retaliation, execution, and surveillance.

They weren’t warning us.
They were daring us.

And then—
the online war drums started pounding.

They Said, “Just Shoot a Few.”

While the kingpin and his cabinet gave their speeches,
their followers were sharpening weapons—coded and armed.

On Proud Boys Telegram channels and far-right forums,
the messaging was graphic and intentional:

“Shoot a couple—the rest will go home.”
“Hang the traitors. Expel the invaders.”
“You just have to impale a few of them…”
“Riot season again!”

Memes.
Kill lists.
Doxxing.
Posters using DHS imagery.
Apps designed to report your neighbors for existing.

It wasn’t just talk.
It was a signal.
And we all felt it.

Tense.
Charged.
Surreal.

But still—we held out hope that maybe, just maybe, it would stay online.
That it would stay behind a screen.
That it wouldn’t reach our doors.

And then we woke up.

They didn’t just shoot a few.
They assassinated a few.

Not for rioting.
Not for vandalizing.
Not for pushing a barricade.

But for breathing.
For sleeping.
For serving the wrong party.

They were hunted.
They were killed.
In their homes.
In the dark.
By a man in a fake uniform with a real gun and a real list.

This wasn’t adjacent.
This wasn’t confusion.
This was a political execution.

And still… we’re being told it’s too soon to say what it was about.

And now, MAGA voices are already muddying the waters—reporting that the shooter was “a former appointee of Governor Tim Walz,”
as if that alone proves anything.
In reality? He was one of thousands of people appointed to an advisory board—not an official, not a cabinet member, not anyone Walz kept on.
Walz replaced him.

Because even in the aftermath of a political assassination,
they'd rather weaponize a technicality than confront the pattern.

And Still They Rise.

The threats were real.
The language was violent.
The warning signs were everywhere.

And then came the horror:

A lawmaker and her husband—assassinated in their own home.
A senator and his wife—shot multiple times.
A fake badge.
A real gun.
A list.

And still…
they rose.

Millions of Americans—bleary-eyed, grief-stricken, hand-wringing, anxious—chose to go anyway.

They wrote legal hotline numbers on their wrists in sharpies. (I did this too.)
They disabled facial recognition on their phones.
They debated whether or not to carry a passport.
They worried about who would pick up their kids if they didn’t come home.
And still, they said:
“I’m going.”

They weren’t adrenaline junkies.
They weren’t rioters.
They weren’t paid agitators.

They were teachers.
Nurses.
Grandparents.
Veterans.
Dads with strollers.
Mothers with homemade signs tucked next to snacks in ziplock bags.

I walked next to a woman carrying a sign that read:

“I should be home with my newborn,
but instead I have to fight for her future.”

That’s not a slogan.
That’s a heartbreak.
And a battle cry.

They showed up not to destroy, but to defend.
Not to provoke, but to protect.
Not with rage, but with truth.

And they did it knowing what had just happened.
They did it because of what had just happened.

Because someone tried to kill democracy in the dark—
and the only real answer
was to meet the morning with their feet in the street.

Not in spite of the fear—
but because of it.

This is what it takes to protest peacefully in 2025.

What They Marched Into

After the assassination of Rep. Melissa Hortman and her husband—and the shooting of Sen. John Hoffman and his wife—
Minnesota Governor Tim Walz issued a warning:

Don’t protest.
An active shooter was still at large.
The risk was too high.

But the people didn’t stay home.
They marched straight to the Capitol.

In St. Paul, they came by the thousands—
hearts racing, knees trembling, fists full of grief and conviction—
and they filled the streets.

Not to riot.
Not to burn.
But to say:

We’re still here.
We’re not backing down.
We are not going away.

And across the country, they weren’t just marching into history—
they were marching into danger.

Because across the country, the threats became real—
just like they said they would online.

“Shoot a couple—the rest will go home.”

But we didn’t go home.
Even when they shot a few.
Even when they killed.
Even when they ran us down in the streets.

Because this movement was never built on permission.
It was built on purpose.

Not in spite of the fear—but because of it..

What About Tarrio?

I know what they’ll say.
They always bring up the same name—
The exception they think disproves the rule.

So let’s talk about Enrique Tarrio.

Yes—Tarrio is Afro-Cuban.
Yes—he led the Proud Boys, a group defined by white nationalist violence, misogyny, and anti-immigrant hate.
Yes—he helped incite January 6.
And yes—Trump pardoned him.

On June 14, 2025, Tarrio showed up at the peaceful “No Kings” protest in Miami.
Not to march. Not to grieve. Not to stand in solidarity.
He came to promote an app that pays users to report undocumented immigrants.

A man of color.
Using his presence to surveil a crowd fighting for civil rights.
Serving a regime that has publicly called people like him “invaders.”

Let that settle.

Fascism doesn’t require whiteness.
It requires obedience.

As long as you’re useful, you can be:
a token.
a prop.
a “See? We’re not racist” mascot.

But the moment you step out of line, they’ll remind you:
You were never royalty.
You were just rented camouflage.

So no—Tarrio doesn’t break the pattern.
He confirms it.

Because when a movement built on white violence puts a man of color on the payroll,
It’s not inclusion.
It’s branding.
In every sense of the word.

It’s a Pattern—Not a Coincidence

If the men responsible for the assassinations and acts of violence were Black, brown, Muslim, or migrants—
and the victims had been Republican lawmakers—
we wouldn’t be “waiting to determine the motive.”
We wouldn’t be saying “possibly connected.”
We wouldn’t be hesitating to call it what it is.

And if they were trans?

They might not even be alive right now.
Shot on sight.
Condemned in press conferences before the crime scene tape had cooled.

We wouldn’t be waiting for answers.
We’d be calling it political terrorism.
Immediately. Loudly. Without apology.

But when it’s white men?
When it’s armed violence against peaceful protest?
When it’s a fake cop executing elected officials in their beds?

We get:
“Lone wolf.”
“Unclear motive.”
Shrugs.

But let’s stop shrugging.
Let’s say the quiet part out loud.

They’re all men—from the top down.
And so far, every single act of political violence making headlines—where demographics have been confirmed—has involved white males.

Minnesota: Vance Boelter, a white male, impersonated law enforcement, assassinated Rep. Melissa Hortman and her husband, and shot Sen. John Hoffman and his wife.
Salt Lake City, Utah: A white male was apprehended after opening fire during a peaceful march, critically injuring a protester.
Culpeper, Virginia: Joseph Checklick Jr., 21-year-old white male, drove his SUV into a dispersing crowd.
Ocala, Florida: White male Proud Boys member arrested for battery and weapons possession during a protest.
Atlanta, Georgia: White Proud Boys members attempted to intimidate a peaceful rally.

We are still waiting for confirmed identity in:

San Francisco, where a protester was struck in a hit-and-run.

But the pattern is already visible.
And if history is any guide, it’s only going to become clearer.

All were emboldened.
All were violent.
All were part of the same pattern.

And for the record—
I have nothing against white men.
I’m married to one.
I’ve raised two of them.

The point of this piece isn’t to inspire hate.
It’s to call out hypocrisy.
To ask for introspection—not just as individuals, but as a nation.

Because if there were a national rally happening in thousands of cities—
say, for NASCAR enthusiasts—
and several Hispanic men showed up to murder Republican lawmakers in cold blood in their homes…
or drove vehicles into crowds during the rally…

The entire country—including the press—
would be on fire.

So no—this isn’t about who we’re attacking.
It’s about who we’ve been protecting—
while they storm protests, shoot lawmakers,
and still have the nerve to say
“woke victimhood is ruining America.”

And what that protection costs.
Not in theory.
But in blood.

They’re all white males.
Just saying.
And maybe it’s time we start listening.

We Are the Ones We’ve Been Waiting For

We are awake.
We see the pattern.
We are done mistaking silence for civility.
We are ready to tell the truth, hold the line, and protect each other—
loudly and peacefully.

Because if this weekend proved anything, it’s this:

Despite the grief.
Despite the terror.
Despite the violence—
We are true Americans.

We showed up.
We raised our voices.
We stood side by side—
with newborns waiting at home,
with lawyers’ numbers on our wrists,
with fear in our bones and fire in our chests.
With grit and resolve.
With love in our hearts and joy in our souls.

We chose each other.
We chose this country.
We chose to fight for what’s right—together.

Let the record show:
We rose.

And we’re not stopping.
Not until we reach the 3.5% needed to turn this around.
Not until we get our country back.
Not until truth is louder than fear,
and love is stronger than power.

This is what resistance looks like.
This is what democracy looks like.
This is what America looks like.

Love won yesterday.
And love will win tomorrow.

Fought Fascism in 1945. At 102 years old, he’s doing it again. June 14, 2025.

I’ll never put truth behind a paywall. But if this moved you—if it lit a fire in your chest or helped connect the dots—your support keeps this work going. Thank you for showing up. For truth. For each other. For love. ❤️