After drying her eyes, she expresses relief at being able to talk to someone who takes this issue seriously. People often blame her for "using her real name" (which she never openly did) or for helping her activist friends in the first place (which never dawned on her would bear such consequence).
Finally, I asked her what she is doing to fight back. Sitting up straighter, with a bit more steel in her voice, she replied "I've been going out to get a lot of recall signatures. I've gotten just under 500 on my own!"
I've gotta say, I've been doing some good recall gathering, and have nothing close to 500 signatures! "This is all a distraction," she says, more fight rising. "They want to distract us from the recall. Nothing will keep me from gathering signatures!"
Go for it, Mary" Power comes to us in many forms.
My hope with this story, Kossacks, is that we can find her legal representation. I'm hoping we can continue to shine a light on the brownshirt thuggishness of such mean-spirited violence. I'm hoping that even a single woman living alone is able to express her left-leaning centrist political opinions without her life being turned upside down. I'm hoping someone opens up a can of wompass on these jackboot mercenaries, and that, in the best of all possible worlds, they might learn what it is to be human.