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My heart is grieving because I came here for a peaceful encounter, but the government and police are telling us to leave or face jail. They are destroying our children and we want them to be free and have a healthy, free mind. We don't want to be enslaved by the government anymore. We are human beings who want to think for ourselves. In the name of John, we want to stand up and be free.

They brutally attacked and burned my brother, treating him like a roasted pig. These painful moments have brought tears to their eyes for 34 years. Our hearts break and our liver shatters every month. Please spare me, don't hurt me in front of my children. They don't want anyone to stand with Sikhs, as these riots have destroyed many families and wounds are still not healed.

I'd like to share my experience from 2004 when my 13-year-old daughter was gang-raped by a group of Pakistani Muslims who traveled 18 miles to our town. I was unaware of the situation as I was working long hours to support my family. When I found out, I contacted the police, but they advised me to let it go, warning that I could be arrested for being racist. My daughter was being groomed by a 20-year-old, and despite her admitting what happened, no action was taken against him. Instead, I faced threats, as a group from Oldham came looking for me.

My son, Sukhir, was a gifted individual who excelled in computer science and worked at OpenAI. He raised concerns about copyright violations related to AI data usage but was never acknowledged for his contributions. After he publicly criticized OpenAI, he was found dead. The authorities ruled it a suicide, but evidence suggests otherwise. There were signs of a struggle, including blood throughout the apartment and a wig fragment that did not belong to him. Despite our efforts to seek justice and investigate further, the authorities have been uncooperative. We believe his death may be linked to his whistleblower activities, and we are calling for a thorough investigation into the circumstances surrounding his death. We want to raise awareness about the dangers faced by whistleblowers and seek justice for Sukhir.

My baby died needlessly. As the Palisades fire approached, I faced numerous failures. 911 was useless; all phone lines were down. Rory, born blind with cerebral palsy, lived in a cottage on our property. As embers fell, my hoses ran dry. He told me to leave him, but no mother can abandon her child. I was injured and couldn't lift him or move him. When the fire department returned me, his cottage was completely burnt down.

I don't know what happened. He was saying, "Don't shoot me," but then they shot him. I didn’t hear him crying from close by. Is it true that he didn’t remember Daniel Shaborn crying that night? At that moment, I didn’t really pay attention. I did hear him saying, "Please don’t shoot," and he was crying for his life. I remember wishing my dad could be here today so we could play together.

"I told you, you are letting my son have something happen with that woman, something bad is going to happen," she says. "And I warned, and I warned, and I warned protection, I warned my lawyer, I warned everyone, I warned everyone that this was going to happen, and look, it happened. What more do you want?" "I am not going to get my son back, but I want justice for my son, I want them to pay. Why is that woman now walking the streets calmly, while I am suffering here? My son asked, he spoke up and no one paid attention, no one listened to his request. I asked my son while he was alive and they handed me him dead. They handed my son dead to me." "Now the only thing left is that they sign over guardianship to your son, but dead. That’s what they wanted, well, here is my son, here is my son. He wanted to be alive, he wanted to be with the people who did love him, who did love him, and they gave him to a person he did not know."

The speaker expresses their frustration and determination to fight for justice and equality, not just for themselves but for all parents and children. They believe that their rights have been taken away and the people who should be punished are still free and living better lives. They mention how their children and other children have had to work hard to repay someone else's debt, which they feel they shouldn't have had to do. The speaker emphasizes that they have nothing to do with this debt and that they simply went to work and paid for childcare as they were supposed to. However, others took advantage of the situation, causing them and others to suffer.

The speaker states they are waiting for law enforcement after exiting a residence, the home of their "last victim." They claim to have obtained the names and addresses of those who "did this" to their 11-year-old son and went to each of their homes, where they "unalived them in the most graphic and horrific way possible." The speaker acknowledges their life is over and expresses indifference to the potential consequences, including a prison sentence or the death penalty. They hope their actions will spark a conversation about the consequences for teenagers and parents involved in stripping and raping an 11-year-old. The speaker then notes the arrival of the police.

My son, Sukhir, was a brilliant AI researcher at OpenAI, involved in significant projects like WebGPT and ChatGPT. He raised concerns about copyright violations in AI data usage but never voiced them at work due to fear of management. After leaving OpenAI, he planned to expose these issues and was named a key witness in a New York Times article. He died on November 22, 2023, shortly after his birthday, under suspicious circumstances that authorities labeled as suicide. However, evidence suggests foul play, including blood throughout his apartment and a wig found at the scene. We believe he was murdered to silence him. Despite our efforts, authorities have been unresponsive and dismissive. We seek justice for Sukhir and demand a thorough investigation into his death and the practices at OpenAI.

Speaker 0: You said no to war, and I heard you. I thought, what a blessing you are. May your heart stay pure and always protected. May your actions and morals stay connected, because our hearts have been tainted like black tea spilled on a Persian rug leaving a stain. We used to think the same. We wanted to play a good hand at this game, but the moment we heard our mothers wailing, we folded. There's no justice in this life. Our faith has eroded. They keep killing our children in the name of God. We watch Seppar's father searching for his son amongst countless body bags filled with women and children and innocent men. We also never considered war an option before then, before we witnessed our mothers burn in grieving flames. It wasn't required to jump over fire when New Year's came. Every stride they took, they were burning like a furnace. Every step turned to ash where their hearts used to beat. Their pain turned soft souls into something concrete. May you never know the pain of a whole entire nation begging to be saved by foreign invasion. They say, I don't understand. Why would you agree to war? What a blessing it is that you don't understand my love. I hope you never know the pain of people begging to be bombed where your death is so close, but it feels like hope. Maybe in another life, every country will rush to save us instead of fighting over whether Trump has the right to invade us. They'll fight over who gets the honor of being our savior. They'll argue over credit for our liberation and for once we'll have a choice and who our leader gets to be, not imposed but chosen will finally be free. It's good you don't believe in more. What beautiful way of thinking. What a blessing it is to not know the feeling of clinging to the first life raft that comes in your direction, not caring for a second about their intention, not pausing for reflection, just to fight against death. My love, I'm glad you still believe there's a wrong and a right, but I've seen a place where that line disappears, where survival speaks louder than morals and fears, what a blessing to breathe and still have a voice, to question the hand and still have a choice. But when your lungs start to fail and you're drowning with no air, you don't care who it is, you just hope that they're there. You clutch at the life raft, no time left away, whose hands pulling you up or what price you will pay, head barely above water, grief flooding your sight. You don't choose your savior. You choose to survive.

Bang. Dead. Gone. Why? Because Alexander DeVonte Dickey, who was arrested 39 times. 25 felonies was on the street forced on her knees with her hands over her head, begging for her life, begging for her hero, her father, me, that couldn't be there. She was five foot three. She weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds. My daughter wanted to be a teacher. She finally figured it out two weeks before she was executed, and you will not forget her. I promise you. You will be sick and tired of my face and my voice until this gets fixed. I will fight until my last breath for my daughter. What y'all did? You woke up a beast, and you pissed off the wrong daddy. You need to fight for the rest of our children, the rest of the innocents, and stop protecting the people that keep taking them from us.

In 2004, my daughter was gang raped by Pakistani Muslims who traveled to our town. When I reported it to the police, they dismissed my concerns and told me to let her choose her boyfriend, despite her being only 13. Afterward, I learned that a gang was looking for me, which made me hesitant to pursue the matter further. My daughter, now in her 30s, has moved on but still carries the memories. I believe those in power, including MPs, have ignored this issue for too long. It’s a national scandal that needs addressing, and I want accountability for those responsible. Thank you for allowing me to share my story.

I'm always sick and can't do anything. I'm just a 10-year-old kid who wants to be a doctor and help my people, but I don't know what to do. I get scared sometimes, but I would do anything for my people. It's heartbreaking to see all the suffering and wonder why we deserve this. My family says people hate us because we are Muslims. Why do they treat us like this? The kids at Raffy are innocent. It's not fair to send bombs and kill them.

In 8th grade, I talked to the principal about my daughter's depression and took her to the hospital after she overdosed on pills. Child Protective Services (CPS) got involved and my daughter was sent to an LGBTQ group without my knowledge. She started feeling like she was in the wrong body and her depression worsened. She went through medication, therapy, and surgeries, but it didn't help. She attempted suicide twice and eventually died by kneeling in front of a train. I asked to see something from her body, but there was nothing left. I believe she can see how hard I fought for her from heaven.

I watch old clips and feel emotional, remembering a time when people were full of hope. I will never give up, even though I'm waiting, outnumbered by strangers, hoping you'll reappear among the ruins. Where did you and the others who were loyal go? I face hate and ridicule when I try to rally them, which hurts because I care deeply and would die for them. I'm stuck here waiting, outnumbered by strangers who want to erase every trace of our existence, making us believe we deserve it. As long as I live, I will try to reignite the fire in my people's hearts. Maybe one day you'll reappear from the ruins and join us.

It has been 32 years and I have been crying for justice, but no one listens. The situation has become so bad that even if the moon rises, I won't be able to break my fast. Neither Asif nor Tariq, nor anyone from Delhi gives me justice. Even Kena publicly humiliated me, but no one gives me justice. Then in October, I tried to seek justice for my country, but no one seems to notice that I need justice.

An urgent plea to listen and be aware of the evil that exists in the form of child trafficking. Children are being taken, tortured, and sold for profit, enduring unspeakable horrors. Their silent screams go unanswered, and they live in constant fear. The speaker implores for someone to rescue them, to bring them to a place free from suffering and pain. Human trafficking is a billion-dollar industry, with more human slaves today than ever before. It is crucial to save our children from this nightmare because they are not meant to be victims.

I miss my son. He shouldn't have had to endure this, and neither should I. It hurts deeply. What will we do now? What will happen to us? The system is flawed. We need to take action. Let's come together and address this issue. It's happening too often.

The speaker talks about a woman who died and her child who was left alone for six months. The child often goes to his grandmother's house and looks for milk. The speaker mentions that the child comes from a rich family and is famous. The child's parents were not present, so the child stayed with Guru Ramdas. The speaker also mentions that some people were distributing clothes and food to the needy. The speaker concludes by saying that a woman sold her stomach and gave her child away.

The speaker discusses the lack of action taken against criminals and accuses them of throwing stones from their rooftops. They express frustration over the lack of response from the police and their false reports. The speaker mentions contacting the police and additional officers but receiving no help. They also mention the gathering of a thousand people to write reports against them. The speaker highlights the discrimination faced by the Dalit community and their desire for justice. They mention filing appeals and applications with various commissions. The speaker concludes by stating that they will continue to share their problems and seek justice.

An urgent plea to listen and be aware of the evil that exists in the form of child trafficking. Children are being taken, tortured, and sold for profit, enduring unspeakable horrors. Their silent screams go unanswered, and they live in constant fear. The speaker begs for someone to rescue them and bring them to a place free from suffering. Human trafficking is a billion-dollar industry, with more slaves today than ever before. It is crucial to save our children from this nightmare because they are not meant for this. The speaker acknowledges the importance of listening and hearing this message.

As a parent, I feel I failed to protect my children due to someone else's poor choices, and the guilt is unbearable. I question if I could have done more to keep them safe, but there was no way to foresee what happened. I always worked hard to provide for my kids, and I never imagined that a family fun day would be the day they never came home. She took everything and destroyed it; there is no greater loss than losing two children. My children were supposed to bury me. No punishment can undo what has been taken, but I ask the court to consider the immense pain, grief, suffering, trauma, and physical pain I will endure. My life will never be the same. Justice won't bring them back, but it will allow me to breathe easier knowing she can't hurt anyone else. Her actions finally caught up with her, and she killed my kids. She showed no remorse, laughing it off like a silly mistake.

Crops won't grow. Reduce the distance. Let's think first, desire doesn't die, it's suppressed. I can't be silent, bullets are fired. You inflict wounds, you make flowers bloom. You take advantage of a smiling face. When I remember, I pull the thirst from people's hands, I eat to my heart's content. One commits a crime, one endures a crime. Your connection is with small towns, why not save the farms from slums? So many wounds are healed, so many flowers bloom when you arrive. Whether it's the moon in the sky or the earth.

In this video, the speaker talks about their experience in Mangalapuri. They mention going to work on Chhatarivala Road and passing by a park on the main road. They also mention seeing the police and two individuals named Sajjan Kumar and Pashan Dariya. The speaker expresses a desire for no Sikh to be spared and suggests setting fire to the homes of Hindu Sikhs who are hiding them. They also mention harming their children and claim that these individuals are the offspring of snakes.