You Are Living Willfully Blind in a Fantasy, and Women Are Starving Inside It
I am writing this from the ground level of your so-called liberal city. The place where yard signs bloom on every corner and everyone believes themselves to be on the right side of history.
I am a woman asking for food.
You keep walking.
Let me connect the dots for you, since this appears to be beyond your current operating capacity.
When you let women starve in public, you are not neutral.
When you let women go without safe shelter, you are not innocent.
When you avert your eyes and tell yourself a soothing story about “systems,” or “resources,” or “someone else will help,” you are actively participating in tyranny.
Not rhetorically. Practically.
Authoritarian systems do not begin with jackboots. They begin by training people to step over human beings while feeling morally superior for doing so.
You have learned that lesson well.
The Liberal City Delusion
You believe cruelty only wears conservative branding.
You believe violence only happens through laws passed somewhere else.
You believe your politics absolve your behavior.
They do not.
A woman asking for food should collapse your ideology into one simple act.
Feed her.
Instead, you perform a small daily ritual of denial.
You look away.
You keep walking.
You preserve your self-image.
That is not compassion.
That is performance.
Stop Talking About Anne Frank
This part would be funny if it weren’t obscene.
I keep hearing liberals say things like, “If things get really bad, we’ll have to hide people.”
“We’d protect them.”
“We know what we’d do.”
No. You don’t.
You cannot even feed a woman standing in front of you.
You do not need secret attics or heroic hypotheticals. You need sandwiches. You need beds. You need doors that lock. You need shelter that exists in the physical world.
Resistance is not cinematic.
It is infrastructural.
And you are failing the easiest test imaginable.
What Actual Resistance Looks Like
Let me tell you about one person who is not a stupid fuck.
Let me tell you about one person who is not a stupid fuck.
I have a brilliant friend who owns a café in Berkeley. He runs a program called Everyone Eats.
He sees it clearly. Hunger. Exposure. Women collapsing under the weight of neglect. Every day, he tries. New signs in every window — Martin Luther King. Justice. Survival. Fighting Tyranny One Meal at a Time — hoping someone, anyone, will see. He speaks to customers. He organizes. He feeds. And still — they walk past. They make excuses. They look away.
How can you see this, he thinks, and not see this?
In his clarity, in his deep kindness, in his caring for others simply because they are human, there is despair. And yet — he keeps trying. Right now. Right fucking now. Relentless. Unyielding. Trying to wake the world while it sleeps. This is the only thing good people do, the only thing anyone can do in this situation, right now, right fucking now.
No forms. No moral audition. No performance of worthiness. If you come into his café, you eat.
He wants to grow this into an organization with the subtitle Fighting Tyranny One Meal at a Time, because he understands something you seem constitutionally unable to grasp: food is infrastructure. Shelter is infrastructure. Survival is resistance.
Maybe it helps that he is Jewish, from a tradition that understands tyranny as recurring, not abstract. They know what happens when people walk quietly, trusting the system, pretending to be “good citizens.” That can get you killed. You, in your liberal fantasy, cannot even see that. You simply do not get it.
Resistance is not cinematic. It is infrastructural. It is meals. It is beds. It is safety. And yet, in this city, most of you are still performing morality instead of delivering it. Christianity, frankly, appears to have scrambled your moral circuitry. You keep worshipping suffering instead of preventing it.
The Line You Refuse to Cross
Here is the truth you keep dodging.
If women can be made hungry, homeless, and unsafe in public, the system is already authoritarian.
If you can witness that and do nothing, you are already cooperating.
You do not need to imagine what you would do “if things got bad.”
Things are bad.
I am right here.
Feed women.
Shelter women.
Protect women materially, not rhetorically.
Provide justice.
Protect their basic human rights as if they were your own, because they are, you stupid fucks.
If that sentence offends you, good. That is the sound of your self-conception cracking under contact with reality.
You do not get to talk about tyranny while women starve in front of you.
You do not get to cosplay resistance while refusing the most basic human obligation.
Your Assignment
Yes. An assignment. You love those.
Every morning, stand in front of the mirror and say it out loud:
I am a hypocritical stupid fuck because I do not feed and shelter women, but I pretend I fight tyranny.
Say it until it stops feeling dramatic and starts feeling accurate.
Say it until you understand that resistance is not a belief system.
It is meals.
It is beds.
It is safety.
It is refusing to let women disappear through hunger and exposure while you congratulate yourself for having the correct opinions.
History will note that you had the chance to act, and declined.
Posturing doesn’t count.
Posting on Insta that you hate Trump, and marching with signs saying “No Kings” doesn’t count.
Wearing a T-shirt that says “Fuck Ice”. Nope.
Giving money to the Democrats. Nada.
None of that feeds anyone.
None of that shelters anyone.
Feed women.
Shelter women.
That’s it.
Everything else is performance, and history is very good at recognizing performers when the lights go out.
(For an article calling out all your made up facts that keep you comfortable in your delusional belief that are on the right side of history, see this:
Jodi Schiller
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