The late, great Hunter S. Thompson once described what it’s like to be the target of a mob beating.
The first blow was launched with no hint of warning… within seconds I was clubbed from behind by the Angel I’d been talking to just a moment earlier. Then I was swarmed in a general flail… it was Tiny who pulled me out of the stomp circle before the others managed to fracture my skull or explode my groin. Even while the heavy boots were punching into my ribs and jolting my head back and forth… I owe him a huge favor for preventing one of the outlaws from crashing a huge rock down on my head. I could see the vicious swine trying to get at me with the stone held in a two-handed Godzilla grip above his head… I got in my car and sped off, spitting blood on the dashboard and weaving erratically across both lanes of the midnight highway until my one good eye finally came into focus.
“Hell’s Angels”, Hunter S. Thompson
Now, imagine that you’re not a tall, fit, tough ex-football player and Air Force veteran, but a five-foot-nuthin’, middle-aged English woman. Thompson was lucky enough to get hauled out by a suddenly sympathetic member of the mob stomping his head. Kellie-Jay Keen could have expected no such mercy from the deranged lynch-mob in Auckland.
The mob lunged towards me, screeching and grabbing, and I knew that if I fell I would never get up. I’ve stopped expecting mercy from anyone whose motto is ‘Be kind’ but the event last week was terrifying. I was sure in that moment, on the New Zealand leg of my ‘Let Women Speak’ tour, that the trans activists who surrounded me would trample me to death if they could.
As we’re seeing more and more undeniably, the trans mob’s version of “be kind” is unhinged violence. Up to and including, as we learned with horror just days after Keen’s attempted lynching, murdering innocent adults and children. A mass-murder for which the trans mob have not only not apologised, but doubled down on. Just hours after the mass shooting by an offended tranny, a pro-trans government official tweeted a photo vowing to murder “TERFs” (a slur for women who believe that men in dresses are not “women”).
Odious Tasmanian Greens politician Cassy O’Connor might blatherskite about “love”, but her own conduct demonstrates unequivocally that her and her followers’ default setting is deranged hate.
They gather in menacing groups to intimidate us and hurt us if they can, just to prevent us speaking a simple truth: that women don’t have penises, men don’t have vaginas, there is no such thing as non-binary and transitioning children is abuse […]
The turn towards violence came in Melbourne at our largest gathering […] The Tasmanian event was pretty horrifying. The women who spoke were visibly terrified and an angry mob drowned out their voices with hysterical screams and cult-like mantras. Following the event, I was called ‘a Terd’ – a play on ‘Terf’ – in the Tasmanian parliament. This storm gathered pace and in New Zealand it was magnified a hundredfold.
The gathering storm in New Zealand was obvious to all. Nasty, hateful trans activist (that’s all a tautology, of course) Shaneel Lal used his government-and-media-enabled platform to whip up a mob frenzy. The rest of the Team of $55m joined in the baying chorus of hate, lies and smears. A government already embarrassed by its illegal denial of entry to journalist Avi Yemini only reluctantly allowed Keen entry — even then, only after an hours-long interrogation and search at the airport. One hotel refused her a reservation, at another, an anonymous, threatening note was slid under her door while she slept.
It was blatantly obvious that there was going to be violence. So, what of the police, who are supposed to prevent such a thing?
I had been told I would be protected by the police. That couldn’t have been further from the truth […]
the minute I arrived I felt rising fear. As the car pulled up I could see the thousands gathered to oppose me. My security gathered around me and we pushed through the hateful mob to the centre, where the local organisers and attendees were who had come to speak. Where were the police? Not one officer was in that crowd; not one officer was there to protect the brave women who turned up. Within seconds a man had tipped tomato soup all over my head. I continued to live-stream. But over the next few minutes the mob took on a life of its own.
That day I was told emphatically by each police officer and security that had I fallen I would have been killed.
As Hunter S. Thompson said of the infectiousness of mob violence, people go temporarily wild like the others, behaving like beasts and borne along by a frenzied crowd.
A frenzy grew until it was a deafening swell, a modern-day ‘Burn the witch’. Men started ripping down the barriers and charging forward. ‘The police aren’t coming,’ said my head of security. ‘We have to get you out.’ This meant placing me in the centre of my security and some stewards, women who had volunteered to help, pushed through the baying mob. As we moved, we stumbled. I knew that a body on a floor is fair game and ripe for stomping and kicking. When we eventually got to the outer edge of the park, the police did step in and helped get me to a car. They took me to the nearest police station where I was guarded for six hours before I had an escort of three officers to the airport. They didn’t leave until my plane took off.
That day I was told emphatically by each police officer and security that had I fallen I would have been killed.
Would anyone have been held accountable? Keen’s attacker has apparently been allowed to flee the country before charges were laid, even though he was openly boasting for days about what he did. Shaneel Lal, the instigator of the mob violence, has been honoured as “Young New Zealander of the Year” (word to the wise, NZ: when you’re in a hole, stop digging; the hashtag #NZHatesWomen was already trending on Twitter for days).
Other men who attacked women that day are still walking free.
Women were injured that day, women who you may never hear about. You will never know their names. They didn’t get to hop on a plane and leave; they have to stay and live in a country that has told them their lives are not worth protecting.
Spectator Australia
What comes next? We know that trannies, completely unrepentant about the mob violence and mass murder, are vowing a “Trans day of vengeance”.
If all this was just the warm-up, who knows what’s coming next?