If you scroll down through the comments here on the page and hold them up against how they sounded a few years ago, there is something in the air that has shifted.
It is hard to point to in a single comment, it is more a tone, a frequency, but it is there, and the tone has sunk, year after year.
I have been on Facebook since the day you could make a Danish account. I no longer know how long that is. But for a good eleven years, roughly since the refugee crisis and Trump got clapped in, I have gradually expanded my page. I decided, as a private person, to share fully transparently what I thought about it all, in a time that seemed hijacked by a thousand agendas no one had told us about.
In the same moment I decided that it should be a page where anyone could say what they wanted. Share their opinion freely, write about me, about events, oddities, their thoughts and beliefs about the world, no matter how stupid or conspiratorial or controversial it might be.
The intention was to create a reasonably safe space, that was not subject to the censorship that had taken hold, and which we experienced getting worse through the years, perhaps worst over the covid period.
I did it that way because I wanted to get a real snapshot of the world through the reactions to what I posted.
And I got it.
We got it.
Together.
Many times far beyond many people's boundary, and a couple of times beyond my own. Several old friends, family and relationships have been disturbed by it, written to me, asked what I was up to and how I could allow it.
I have always explained it by saying that I do not control and do not wish to control what others express, that if you are an adult, then you must - and ONLY you yourself - stand accountable for your own words. So that is how it became, even though it scared many away. It has been a pleasure to lend wall to, push against, learn something from, explain and clarify, challenge, forgive, and begin again the next day.
My only boundary through the whole period was the regular human hatred.
And it is that boundary that has been crossed again and again the last years. What used to be a solitary comment from a person who lost their composure - or had lost contact with reality - has become a more fixed tone. Day after day, hateful, degrading, sometimes outright racist and what is worse. And that tone has a price, not for me, but for the many who read along without saying anything themselves, and for the space we share.
So from today I enforce the boundary I have always had.
And let me be precise about what the boundary is, so it will not be misunderstood for what it is not.
You can come after my ideas, my thoughts, my system critique, everything I put forward on the intellectual plane, with everything you have. That door is wide open, and it will remain standing open. You may think what you will, also what I find wrong, also what hurts to read, also what stands directly against everything I write myself. Because the boundary has never been about what you think.
It is about something completely different, something that was never an argument to begin with.
When a human being is called a whore, a psychopath, a child murderer, a Nazi, when rumours are spread without so much as a thread of evidence, when people lead with body hatred or when there are threats, and when it moreover happens behind a false profile, as it often does, then we are not in the vicinity of disagreement anymore.
And the polite version is not a bit better. The one that dresses up as insight and psychologises a specific Human Being one disagrees with, makes diagnoses one has no right to make, turns a whole group into a pathology. It is contempt in a coat, but - even though the language and the disguise are better - it is still contempt.
The word is the most important thing we each have, it is there we carry the True forward to each other - and the one who swings it like a baseball bat has already betrayed it before he hits.
So.
It is not about which side you stand on, which wing, which group, or whether you happen to agree with me or others. And when it comes to Krisztina or me, it is not because I have become thin-skinned. Being called the worst a human being can think of, from a false profile, does not touch me, and it never has. But that it does not touch me has never made it okay and my own shrug was never the measure.
Krisztina and everyone else should not stand model for it, and no one who reads along should learn that this is how we talk about each other here. If you use your words as a weapon against another human being, there is no longer a place for you here. That is the direct route to being blocked.
That is it.
And that is all of it.
It does not mean the disagreement should go away. It may be sharp, it may burn. Because Truth lives from resistance that comes from a human being who actually means something. What should go away is the contempt. The rot in the lowest parts of the Human. The lowest frequency that exists, the one where you no longer speak to a Human Being but strike at it.
That is how it is from today.
If you are here to think, to disagree, to push against, learn something, be curious or sceptical, then there is more space for you than ever. If you are here to use your words against others, then you must find yourself another place. There seems to be plenty to choose from.
It is not Freedom I am restricting.
It is Freedom I am guarding.
It is what men have always done for their flock.
So you know.
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