This is not about politics. It is about your children.
You have children. Grandchildren. Nieces and nephews. Young people you love.
What will they be allowed to think?
What will they be punished for saying?
What ideas will be planted in their minds before they can resist?
True Believers know this is generational. They capture schools because they think in decades, not elections. They control universities because they understand that whoever shapes the young shapes the future.
You must think in generations, too.
I know what happens when the wrong road is chosen. I watched my father die in forty square meters — about 430 square feet — while the state that had declared victory and promised free and the best in the world healthcare for all gave us nothing. I buried him on my twelfth birthday. That story is told in Reality — Forty Square Meters. It is the proof.
The choice you make today — to see or to look away, to speak or to stay silent, to act or to wait — will echo into the lives of people not yet born.
This is the fork. This is the choice. And I know how it ends — because I was there.