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We are sorry. We are ashamed. We are scared. We are angry. We’re watching our country speak loudly— and not with kindness. Watching power mistake cruelty for strength and call it leadership. To the rest of the world: you see what we see. Our flag has been used to justify harm. Our headlines don’t stay here— they spill outward. We don’t want to be known by the worst among us, We are not blind. The handshakes. The praise. The cozy grins. A president who treats dictators like colleagues, like comrades, like something to admire. It’s visible. It’s audible. Fallout travels. So don’t confuse grief with ignorance. Don’t confuse fear with consent. Millions don’t want this to be our legacy. Don’t want cruelty to become tradition, or propaganda to be the language our children inherit. This is the moment to find each other. Neighbors, coworkers, strangers in the same line, grouping together and building something sturdier than outrage, something louder than despair: a future built on dignity, on truth, on protecting people even when it’s uncomfortable. For the generations after us, we owe more than apologies. We owe a turning. We owe a repair
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 6:47 AM UTC
Citizens - An Apology To The Rest Of The World
We are sorry. We are ashamed. We are scared. We are angry. We’re watching our country speak loudly— and not with kindness. Watching power mistake cruelty for strength and call it leadership. To the rest of the world: you see what we see. Our flag has been used to justify harm. Our headlines don’t stay here— they spill outward. We don’t want to be known by the worst among us, We are not blind. The handshakes. The praise. The cozy grins. A president who treats dictators like colleagues, like comrades, like something to admire. It’s visible. It’s audible. Fallout travels. So don’t confuse grief with ignorance. Don’t confuse fear with consent. Millions don’t want this to be our legacy. Don’t want cruelty to become tradition, or propaganda to be the language our children inherit. This is the moment to find each other. Neighbors, coworkers, strangers in the same line, grouping together and building something sturdier than outrage, something louder than despair: a future built on dignity, on truth, on protecting people even when it’s uncomfortable. For the generations after us, we owe more than apologies. We owe a turning. We owe a repair
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 6:47 AM UTC
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