The Evidence They Tried to Erase

For years, I have been saying the same thing, over and over, to anyone who would listen.

Women are being beaten and killed at scale in the United States.

The numbers are not being gathered.

The pattern is being hidden.

And the absence of data is not an accident. It is a strategy.

Now the evidence is visible.

Someone has aggregated hundreds, possibly thousands, of videos that were never meant to be seen together. Videos that usually appear briefly, then vanish. Videos of women calling out for help while they are actively being abused.

These are not explanatory videos. They are not reflective. They are not made after the fact.

They are emergency signals.

Women film themselves with bruises on their faces. Black eyes. Swollen lips. Blood. Shaking hands. Children in frame who are also being hit. They look directly into the camera and say, plainly, desperately:

I am being beaten.

My children are being beaten.

Please help me.

Please, God, help me.

They say where they are.

Not their exact address, because saying that can get a video removed or put them in more danger. But they say enough to matter. Indiana. Minneapolis. Wyoming. A city. A state. A place someone could reach if the system were built to respond.

They are not confused about what they are doing. They are trying to be found.

I know this because I was one of them.

Women turn to social media like this because official channels have already failed. Police arrest victims. Police dismiss injuries. Police escalate situations and then blame women for the outcome. Restraining orders are paper. Shelters are full. Friends are scared. The system routes women back into danger and calls it due process.

So women do the last thing available to them. They speak in public and hope someone sees them in time.

But the platforms are not built to help them.

There is no mechanism to translate these videos into intervention. No emergency routing. No way to flag “this is happening now.” No infrastructure for rescue. These systems are designed for engagement, not survival.

And they are exceptionally good at amplifying abuse.

Under these videos, the same comments appear again and again, like a reflex, like a script.

“This is AI.”

“This is fake.”

“She deserved it.”

“You should have made him a sandwich.”

“Why didn’t you leave?”

“Call the cops.”

The cruelty is not incidental. It is functional.

Calling it AI is not skepticism. It is an escape hatch. If the violence can be declared unreal, then no responsibility follows. No action is required. No moral demand is placed on anyone watching.

This is epistemic violence in real time.

The women are showing their injuries. Naming their location. Explaining what is happening to them and their children. And the dominant response is to deny that what is plainly visible is real at all.

Meanwhile, the platforms quietly erase the videos themselves. They are removed for “graphic content.” Throttled. Made invisible. Porn stays. Jokes stay. Threats stay. Evidence disappears.

This is how the numbers go missing.

We do not have accurate national data on violence against women because the system that would produce that data is designed to fragment, erase, and individualize each incident. Each woman becomes an isolated case. Each injury becomes anecdotal. Each death becomes an exception.

But when these videos are aggregated, the lie collapses.

Different women. Same pleas.

Different states. Same injuries.

Different men. Same violence.

Same institutional abandonment.

This is pattern recognition, not rhetoric.

This is what I have been pointing to for years. A hidden genocide, not hidden because it is subtle, but because it is normalized, fragmented, and systematically uncounted.

Women are screaming for help in public, naming their location, showing their injuries, and still being disbelieved, mocked, and abandoned. That is not a failure of communication. That is a failure of power and a success of denial.

Epistemic violence is what allows physical violence to continue without consequence. If women cannot be recognized as reliable witnesses to their own lives, then their suffering does not accumulate into history. It resets to zero every time.

That is why these videos were never meant to be seen together.

Because once you see them together, you can no longer claim ignorance. You can no longer pretend this is about personal choices or bad relationships or individual pathology.

This is systemic violence against women, maintained by law enforcement practices, platform design, cultural contempt, and the deliberate absence of data.

The women in these videos are not asking for commentary.

They are not asking for debate.

They are not asking for content moderation.

They are asking not to be beaten to death.

They are trying to be found in a system designed to ensure they are not.

This aggregation is evidence. Not emotional evidence. Structural evidence. Proof of what has been happening in plain sight while being officially invisible.

The question is no longer whether this is real.

The question is why a society that can track clicks, purchases, and ad impressions down to the millisecond claims it cannot count battered women begging for help on camera.

And the answer is the one we already know.

Because counting them would require stopping it.

This Means We Do Not Live in a Democracy

If you are still looking at this as a collection of individual tragedies, you are missing what the evidence is telling you.

If you are still parsing circumstances, weighing personalities, debating motives, or isolating cases, you are participating in the mechanism that makes this possible.

This is not about one abusive man, one failed police department, one broken court, one bad platform policy.

This is foundational.

A society in which women can be beaten in their homes, film themselves while injured, name their location, beg for help in public, and still be disbelieved, mocked, erased, and abandoned does not meet the minimum conditions of a democracy.

Democracy requires that people can testify to harm and be recognized as credible.

Democracy requires that violence against a class of people is counted, tracked, and responded to.

Democracy requires that the state does not systematically punish victims for seeking protection.

None of that is happening here.

Stop looking elsewhere for the collapse.

Stop treating ICE, border policy, elections, courts, or abstract constitutional debates as the starting point. Those are downstream. Those are symptoms. Those are distractions when treated in isolation.

This is the bedrock.

A system that cannot or will not protect women from routine, patterned violence cannot protect anyone’s liberty. A system that erases women’s testimony cannot be trusted to produce truth. A system that refuses to count its dead and injured is not confused about justice. It has abandoned it.

What these videos reveal is not just cruelty, but illegitimacy.

When women are forced to broadcast their injuries to strangers because the state will not intervene, sovereignty has already failed. When platforms erase those pleas while amplifying denial and contempt, public reality itself is compromised. When the data is missing by design, accountability is impossible by design.

This is how freedom actually dies. Not all at once. Not loudly. But through the normalization of uncounted suffering.

You cannot have liberty in a country where half the population cannot safely ask for help.

You cannot have justice where testimony is treated as noise.

You cannot have democracy where an entire class of people is systematically rendered unbelievable.

This is not a side issue. It is not a culture war. It is not a niche concern.

This is the foundation.

Everything else rests on it.

And until this is named, counted, and stopped, every claim this country makes about freedom, rights, and justice is conditional, selective, and false.

The women in these videos are not warning us about the future.

They are showing us the present.

And the pre

sent is telling us, unmistakably, that what we are living in is not a democracy at all.