Bro, what happened to you?
What happened, Bro that was so godawful that made you into the half you are?
What happened to you? That allowed the heinous acts of harm onto others? The abuse of power? The drunken outrageous? Patriarchy, Misogyny, and violence against women and girls?
What happened to you, Bro? I know you weren’t born that way.
In your darkness you have perpetrated great harm. In those times when you were at your most brilliant, you’d agree you have a very dark side. Hidden. Forbidden. Why? What happened to you, Bro?
What does justice look like for you? How do you repair? Yourself and those you’ve harmed? What about those who harmed you?
What was, was not sustainable. The hurt and acting out of hurt.
It had to implode. So that there could be rebirth. Our work is not finished. And the community’s uprising for justice cannot be on the shoulders of one single individual. No, Brother, no; the people are the change agents. What happened to you, Bro? That allowed you to believe you could do it by yourself? You betrayed our trust in you. My trust in you.
What do you think a do-over looks like?
And more importantly to begin your healing journey, you’ve gotta answer the question, what happened to you? Who’s caused you great harm? Berated you? Violated you? Manipulated you? Betrayed your trust?
I hold you accountable for violating my trust. Believing you were in integrity with your words. I didn’t know the deep, dark sides of you.
I too, was molested by a “movement warrior” many years ago so I know the type.
What do I say to you when and if I ever see you again? I’ll demand to hear your story. What happened to you, my beloved Brother?
Your life is still sacred. Your struggle for justice is a righteous and courageous one. Your life need not be a throwaway. You deserve to redress the harm you’ve caused and to grow.
I’m growing my heart♥️ to love you. In the stretch my heart♥️ hurts. For me. For you. For all the siblings you’ve harmed. Who made you feel so insecure?
So to finish, I’m just gonna send these questions your way. I’m not sure how to even get this to you but for now, spitting it out feels enough.
I’ll meditate on loving you unconditionally. Wish me luck.