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I support Palestine and I don't consider my actions a crime. I vandalized a Starbucks and didn't hide my face because I believe I'm fighting for justice and peace. The next morning, the police were called on me by a Jewish boy and his girlfriend who questioned my actions. I didn't know what would happen, but now, almost 24 hours later, I find myself doxxed online. I'm not sure what that means, but I'll have to look it up soon.

I'm a 43-year-old woman who grew up in Galway City, but now I live outside of it. Lately, I find myself not wanting to go into the city because I'm concerned for my safety. I've started locking my car doors at traffic lights, something I never did before. The thought of taking my children to a St. Patrick's Day parade makes me uneasy, considering events happening worldwide, especially in Europe. Even last night, while out with friends, I felt the need to constantly watch over my sister. I never felt this way before. I was driving near a shopping center and saw a man leave his kids unattended near his car, and my immediate thought was someone could hurt them. Maybe it sounds alarmist, but events of the last few years justify my concerns. I've lived here my whole life, and having grown up in a rough area, it says something that I don't feel safe in my own country anymore. I can't be the only one who feels this way.

I went out into the street and tried to stop a police car, but they ignored me. Eventually, I managed to get a couple into my car and drove them to the police station. The death sergeant told me that this would keep happening because of Brandon Johnson's election. The couple had their phones, wallets, and shoes stolen during the attack. I promised to find them some shoes and went home. A woman named Leonor helped us by giving us shoes and taking us to the hospital. We are grateful for her kindness. I believe in the principle of treating others as you would like to be treated.

Speaker 0: I am so angry. I am so angry. What are we doing? What are we doing? They killed another person. None of us was just safe. And anyone who is still telling us that we're being manic right now is not fucking paying attention. I am walking around with a gas mask in my fucking purse just in case I run into ice. I am walking around with goggles just be in case they gas us. I don't know what to do with any of this. I'm so angry.

I had arranged to enter the US Embassy but was denied by the head of security, claiming it was from the highest authority, Hillary Clinton. As an American citizen, I was frustrated and felt unwanted in America. I went on the run for a month and a half because the government wanted to arrest me after raiding my property in 2012. In retaliation, I donated laptops with spyware to government secretaries, gaining control over their computer system. While searching for evidence of their setup, I discovered that the Minister of National Defense was a major drug trafficker and the Minister of Immigration was involved in human trafficking. We didn't want to get killed, so we'll likely avoid confrontation.

I shot him multiple times until he was no longer a threat. Despite being a medic with first aid training, I did not help him. The incident occurred near a hospital, but my first instinct was to flee due to the growing crowd chanting to attack me.

As a woman of color, I never anticipated the constant racial slurs and attacks on my character. It seems that no matter what I do, my motives, talent, ability, and character are always under scrutiny. I also never expected the level of danger I would face, with my home being searched for bombs multiple times. This has forced me into isolation, as it is the only place I feel safe. It's heartbreaking to realize that I had to abandon my home and deal with such loneliness.

I was asked about my attire on January 6th. I had to wear disguises to protect myself after being assaulted in November. I witnessed violence against press members and felt compelled to document it. I showed my press card to avoid any trouble. I was not a Trump supporter, but I stood up for the press. I was not present at the Capitol on January 6th, but I saw a fellow journalist being attacked. I was alone and felt intimidated, but I stood my ground. It was a challenging situation, but I remained committed to my work.

Last night around 2 AM, I heard a knock at the door and saw three men outside. They were going door-to-door, and I knew who they were and who they were after, so I didn’t answer. I watched as they took people from their homes, mostly my neighbors, who are all Mexican. This morning, the usual five work trucks in the parking lot were reduced to just one. The place feels eerily quiet; I don’t hear my neighbors anymore. I’ve been looking outside, and there’s no one around. It feels like they took my neighbors away, and it’s strange because they usually don’t speak English.

On Christmas night 2023, I received an emergency call as the chief of investigations. The police had surrounded your house because a man claimed he shot a woman in the head. I rushed there, filled with unimaginable fear, thinking my oldest child was dead. I cannot express the panic and terror I felt, believing my child was gone. Thankfully, it turned out to be a false alarm.

I thought it could be a life or death situation for me. When I was on the floor, I remembered all the times I had thought about what I would do in that situation, and now I was actually doing it. We watched the riot on TV for hours from a secure location. Seeing the images of windows being broken and people climbing walls made me feel angry. It caused an audible gasp in the room.

People are fighting back against the Israeli soldiers who shoot at them during demonstrations. Despite the fear, it is important to fight for what is right and not live under occupation. Many families have experienced the same tragedy of losing someone to violence or imprisonment. In our family, our 14-year-old cousin Emce was murdered after going to pray in the mosque. He was caught, tortured, and shot in the heart at close range.

We heard screaming and screeching cars while taking photos. As we ran up the street, police were rushing past us. By the time we arrived, they were already taking someone away in a helicopter, who we later learned had been shot.

I talk about my uncle's assassination and my belief that intelligence agencies were involved. Despite being aware of the danger, I don't live in fear but take precautions to protect myself.

In late 2006, my car stalled in LA, but luckily I coasted off to safety. The mechanic later told me that if I had started the car, it would have exploded and I wouldn't have survived. Since then, I've been living in fear, trying to stay calm and avoid gaining too much knowledge, as it seems dangerous with someone named Angel around. Additionally, my car was firebombed, supposedly by people hired by a person named Mr. Nygaard to silence me.

I was waiting for Trump when I saw a person on a building and told officers. Shots rang out, and I helped someone with a child escape before leaving.

They're so mad. The salons are so mad. For years, you're at the dinner table talking with your family about how everything's good. Oh, we don't need to worry because the government and whatnot. I mean, 81% of these people are on welfare, but on top of that, they're collecting millions of dollars for these companies. Tax exempt, by the way, especially the daycares. So can you imagine how mad they are now? Like, that's why they're right now, there's like, people are so upset, like, there's, like, bounties on me here in Minnesota because people are so upset as far as the fraud that's being exposed because they know their time's up and they know everyone's just sick and tired of this happening inside their own state and across America. What what what have some of those threats been? Yeah. There was apparently like a BOLO that they they used. That's the word that some people told me it was on me, and I can't reveal too much because just because I don't want to reveal. But, like, yeah, very lots of messages, death threats, obviously, on social media, and then, it's just not the most safe thing for me to be moving around freely right now. I think that's fair. I mean,

In late 2006, my car stalled in LA, but luckily I managed to coast off the road near the Beverly Center. The mechanic later informed me that if I had started the car, it would have exploded, and I wouldn't have survived. Since then, I've been living in fear, trying to stay calm and avoid gaining too much knowledge, as it seems dangerous when it comes to someone named Angel. Additionally, my car was firebombed, allegedly by individuals hired by a person named Mr. Nygaard, who wanted to silence me.

Why wasn't there more security? There were about 30 guards outside, but it felt staged. The mayor seemed to have some influence, and there was a lot of chaos. They had a loudspeaker directing people, telling them where to reinforce. It felt like something illegal was happening. It was surreal being there. I didn't see anyone get arrested or any violence against officers, which was surprising. One person was breaking a window, but in other areas, when barriers were breached, guards just stepped aside. It was reckless to shoot in that situation, especially with so many people around.

I was in this state because I had just been at risk of being attacked by pirates. I was in the center of Milan, waiting at a traffic light, when I noticed two poorly dressed girls who seemed like they were up to no good. They started pointing and shouting at me. I froze for a moment, but luckily the light turned red, and I saw a taxi coming towards me. I quickly moved to the middle of the road and yelled at the taxi to stop. The guys started chasing me, yelling things in a language I think was Arabic. I didn't know what to do, I was almost paralyzed. Thankfully, I got in the taxi and it acted as a barrier between me and them. I truly believe that if it wasn't for the taxi driver, they would have raped and robbed me.

I stayed in the tree line while others scattered, unsure why I didn’t run. A guy who recorded the incident from behind seemed more suspicious than those of us hunkered down. He had initially been in the tree line with me but then ran away. Law enforcement later identified him, pointing him out as someone to detain because he was recording from a questionable angle.

I sent my family away due to safety concerns after receiving threats. I secured my credit and contacted my mortgage company and bank to prevent any harm. Despite the inconvenience caused by these individuals, I remain vigilant.

I broke traffic rules without any warning, causing many families to die in their sleep. The authorities claimed the siren was only for tsunamis, leaving us unaware of the danger. The next day, I returned to find vehicles still burning and locals pulling bodies out of the water. Another person shares their experience of being trapped on Front Street, forced to jump into the ocean to escape the approaching fires. They held a 2-year-old child while explosions and fireballs surrounded them.

There was a lot of hate and it happened. We let it happen. The cops got involved and one of them stood on a guy. It was a chaotic situation.

I felt unsafe staying put, so I decided to head north on Sheridan Road to turn myself in to law enforcement. While running, I briefly spoke to Jason Lukowski, telling him I had shot someone and needed help getting to the police. As I continued running, a mob started chasing me, shouting threats. I kept running towards the police, with people screaming to harm me.