Confessions of an Unjabbed Social Activist

Warning: Our readers come from all different backgrounds and believes so they often do not share ours. Please note that as Orthodox Christians, abortion is not about “my body, my choice” as the baby has the same rights as the mother. Nevertheless, we decided to share this piece as it is a very raw intimate piece about a real issue in our society. People who once called each other brother are now enemies; this needs to change. We also believe in open dialogue. For the Orthodox perspective on abortion; here is an excellent starting place: https://www.saintjohnchurch.org/orthodox-church-view-of-abortion/

“I’ve been an activist fighting for the rights of underdogs forever. Back when I used to vote, I voted NDP and I’ve rubbed elbows with some of the most infamous, change-making social activistsin Canada. I cut my activist teeth on controversial issues, facing backlash and discrimination because of it. But it was okay because I had my social activism family.

It’s common for social activists to work in addictions, transitions houses, outreach, drop-in centres, and other similar types of employment and I was no different. Until recently, my politics were the same as the politics of most of my colleagues. We wanted more supports for marginalized people. We wanted less barriers and more safety for people who are the most discriminated against in our society. We wanted less criminalization and more detox beds; fewer dehumanizing policies and more humanity. We raised our voices in defense of anyone who was treated like an “other” or second-class citizen.

My feminist friends and I all believed in “my body, my choice” and we walked together in the Slut Walk and in memory of missing and murdered indigenous women. Censorship has always affected women more than men and we fought against slut shaming and censorship. We stood for the rights of gender-diverse people who are often the most marginalized among people in already marginalized groups. We marched for women to have the choice to end unwanted pregnancies, knowing that back-alley abortions are all too real and cause great harm to women who feel desperate and scared.

These are things we all agreed upon and I was no exception. Some of my colleagues pushed for a universal income benefit. I didn’t know much about it, so I didn’t have an opinion either way. But we were defenders of the underdog. We advocated for sex workers, people with addiction challenges, homeless people, and other people with multiple barriers, deemed to be outcasts in society. As individuals, we had disagreements with each other, but we agreed on the most important things and that was what mattered. We were a family of social activists, defending the rights of society’s outcasts to live freely without discrimination.

Fast forward to today. Many of my activist colleagues have turned on me. My views and my voice are no longer acceptableto them. My own peers in activism try to silence me. They should know better, I learned from them how to resist being silenced. And what is my crime? What have I done that is so terrible?

It’s not what I have done so much as what I have not done. And that is, I did not get the jab. Because of that choice, as well as my vocal opinions on the matter, I have been canceled by my activism family. It hurts and to be honest, I have some confessions to make as an unjabbed social activist. Here they are in no particular order:

I really do believe in my body, my choice

A woman that I have always had a deep respect for, who is a force-to-be-reckoned-with in the pro-choice community, got very upset with me for using the phrase “my body, my choice” in relation to me choosing not to get jabbed. She said that it is not even close to the same thing, insinuated that I am being selfish for not getting jabbed, and tried to shame me for “co-opting” a phrase for something unworthy of defense in her opinion. I was hurt by her comments, in all honesty. But mostly I was amazed that this woman I have been friends with for years not only thinks that people should be forced into medical procedures they don’t want but that bodily autonomy is based on some moral high ground that she currently looks down on me from. I can’t get my head around it. Women’s bodies being controlled by moral crusaders is what she has fought against as her life’s highest purpose. I confess that although I still respect her and the amazing work she does, it’s hard to take her seriously after that.

I almost died 14 years ago

I didn’t listen to a celebrity on Youtube tell me not to get vaccinated. In fact, I got vaccinated for everything. I vaccinated my kids for everything and I never questioned it. I had complete trust in the medical system and our government. I believed that vaccines were safe because “they” wouldn’t give them to us if they weren’t. Then, I almost died from a vaccine 14 years ago. It was a three-shot series and I didn’t make it to the third shot. After the first shot, I developed gastrointestinal symptoms that my doctor said could not have been caused by the vaccine. After the second shot, things went downhill very fast. Within a short period of time I was completely disabled, on multiple medications, unable to work, and struggling to take care of my young children. I found out the hard way that vaccines aren’t safe for everyone and that you will never know if you are one of the people who will have a reaction or be killed by a vaccine. I confess that prior to that experience I had never questioned vaccines or any other pharmaceutical recommended by my doctor and I sincerely believed he always knew what he was talking about.

I was weak, scared, and feeling hopeless

Because I felt so alone and doctors didn’t seem able to help me heal, I reached out to others on the internet who had experienced vaccine injury. Many of them were parents of vaccine-injured children and many of their children had died after receivingvaccines. We became a support group to each other, helping each other with comfort, understanding, health, and detox advice. We fought together against new bills and laws that pushed vaccine compliance. We had very good reasons to want a choice where vaccines are concerned. Our slogan could be summed up as: “Where there is risk, there must be choice.” We had all been personally affected by the harm of vaccines. Having already been an activist for years, it was natural for me to stepinto an advocacy role around health and vaccines, and my new network appreciated my efforts. I confess that I might have taken my own life if I hadn’t found this group of supportive people.

There’s something I’m more scared of than diseases

Especially since I was vaccine-injured, I am extremely sensitive to chemicals. Throughout the years of dealing with emergency surgeries and managing life-threatening complications as they’ve come up, I’ve been on a lot of different medications. Sadly, the stronger the medication, the more aggressive my reactions are to them. I have developed allergies and reactions to multiple medications and foods that I was able to consume before the vaccine destroyed my health. Now, I can’t eat gluten, lactose, MSG, food preservatives, food dyes, artificial flavourings, sugary foods, raw fruits or vegetables, nuts or many other foods. And I’m scared to take new medications. I have broken out in hives, been rushed to hospital, had severe vomiting and more from medications that were supposed to help me. Now, I am more scared of medications than any disease.Doctors have tried to coerce me into going on immune suppressant drugs because I was diagnosed with three autoimmune conditions after my vaccine injury. But I am terrified of the potential side effects, so I have said no time and time again. I am now off all medications and managing my health issues with nutrition and detox. It always makes me laugh when people tell me I should get vaccinated to protect the immune compromised. I AM immune compromised and it was caused a vaccine. I confess the irony of this situation never ceases to amuse me.

I don’t trust anyone

There are a handful of studies that say vaccines are safe and there are hundreds of studies that show they can harm. Dr. William Thompson (also known as #cdcwhistleblower) admitted that he was told to falsify data about the MMR vaccine and its direct relation to autism in black children. They skewed the data by removing all the black children from the study. This is racism and medical fraud but I have yet to hear about it on the evening news. I had to find the science on vaccines myself. I heard about Dr. William Thompson through friends online who were aware of his shocking allegations. These are not things that the mainstream news media warns us about. Realizing that vaccine harm is completely covered up by the mainstream media, I started to distrust anything coming from corporate news media organizations. I did my own research, not to prove that we are being lied to, but because I had such a horrible experience with the medical system after my vaccine injury that I wanted to be sure that I only vaccinated my kids with the most important ones from now on. My research was a rabbit hole of hell from which I will never be able to unlearn what I learned; summarily, that pharmaceutical companies are in bed with politicians in a dance of conflicting interests that are shockingly transparent. But because they own the media, their corruption never gets exposed. I confess that when people say I am an uneducated, tinfoil-hat-wearing, conspiracy-theorist… it doesn’t hurt me at all because I know the truth. I have done hundreds of hours ofresearch and they are simply regurgitating things THEY’VE heard on the lying television and peer-pressuring internet.

People are irrational

When some people find out that I am unjabbed or that I am cautious with vaccinating my children or that I stand up for freedom of medical choice, I am often the target of their violent anger and hatred. For some reason, people get extremely upset about my jab status and my right to speak up about what I believe in. Many of these same people are vocal social activists themselves, yet they are intolerant to me because my views differ from theirs. I wonder, why does it make them so angry? Have they ever asked themselves why they feel it is so necessary to viciously defend a medical product that is being pushed by criminal corporations and corrupt politicians? I confess that I suspect brainwashing is real and it makes people behave strangely. But if I were to suggest this to my social activistfriends, I would definitely get cancelled.

I’ve lost clients but not work

Some clients stopped coming to me because I’m unjabbed. And I’ve even seen a review about me that says I am antivax. I wouldn’t call myself antivax. I am a vaccine injury survivor, a warrior for medical truth and freedom. I’m neither a victim, nor a crusader. I am simply changed by my experience and it’s in me to be loud and proud. However, I know it has affected my business. Fortunately, for every client I have lost, there has been another non-discriminatory, non-fearful client to take their place. The vast majority (99%?) of my clients are jabbed. But like me, they believe in choice. They don’t agree with the social credit passports and segregation. I have one client who got the vaxportso he could travel but refuses to let them scan it when he goes to restaurants, he is so opposed to the segregation. I would much rather have clients who believe in unity than division. So, I confess, I don’t mind that some clients have left me. We are no longer a fit. I hold no grudges.

I miss restaurants but not that much

There are places for unjabbed, second-class citizens like myself.Thankfully there are restaurant owners who do not obediently comply with tyrannical rules. Being kicked out of my favourite places to eat hasn’t been fun but it doesn’t make me any less scared of pharmaceuticals or any less distrusting of our government. I’m disappointed that most restaurants didn’t even fight it. They just complied like others in history have done. “Just doing my job!” “I’m not the one who makes the rules, I just enforce them!” Sorry, you’ve been cancelled, is what they should say today. I confess that I’ve become a better cook because of medical segregation and the social credit vaxportsystem. And I confess that I will never look at people the same way again after seeing how many willingly complied withenforcing medical segregation.

Vaccine logic is illogical

I am trying to understand the logic of these segregationinjections but it’s very difficult. Many jabbed people are very upset with people who are unjabbed. They are fully in support of medical segregation and prohibiting the unjabbed from accessing the same rights as the jabbed. The logic? I suppose their jabs don’t work, so they are scared of the unjabbed. Or: their jabs DO work, but the unjabbed make their jabs stop working. Or: it doesn’t matter if the jabs work or not, because unjabbed are just selfish for not getting jabbed. Or? Is there a logic that is more logical? If so, please share. I confess that I don’t understand the illogical logic of this particular medical procedure that is dividing us all.

Everything I’ve done before now doesn’t matter because I’m cancelled

For over twenty years, I felt mostly respected in the social activism community. It was the one place where I felt accepted and even honoured as someone who was different than most people in society who had unpopular views. I had grown up poor with a lot of addiction and crime in my family. I worked in the adult entertainment industry. I was a single mother. I knew what it was like to be different and an outcast which was why I became a social activist in the first place. Fast forward to now, I am still an outcast. But now I’m worse than an outcast. I’m an unjabbed outcast. And that makes me unfit for even social activists. I don’t know about you, but I find it very scary when the people who normally defend the underdogs are the very people who are turning on me.

When YOU are the most discriminated against person in society, not even social activists will defend you. The BC Civil Liberties Association? Crickets. The BC Human Rights Commission? Throwing out complaints. That is the social justice community we live in today.

People who used to accept me for being different, no longer accept me. And truly, our politics are no longer the same. I really do believe in “my body, my choice” whereas they only apply that philosophy to the medical procedures they approve people having a choice with. I know what the universal income benefit is now and I’m not in favour of it. I’m not in favour of anything that gives the government complete control over us.

I had always voted NDP and leaned left until I lost all faith in our democratic system. Then I leaned more Libertarian. But now, I find myself rubbing elbows with Conservative mothers and fathers, right-wing working-class men and women, and full-on bible thumpers. Even though I don’t agree with them on many subjects, THEY still accept me! These wonderful people who are being slandered as white supremacists and terrorists are the nicest people I’ve ever met. Contrast that with my previous activism community who are either ignoring me or asking me to shut TF up.

The people I grew up with; the ones who were there through all of my activism baby steps – they have mostly abandoned me. I am a vector of disease as an unvaccinated person. It doesn’t matter that I’m not sick. This is the world that we live in now where I am uninvited to gatherings and people leave groups because I am in them. In a world that is embracing censorship and cancel culture at an alarming rate, I am nothing but an unjabbed outcast. Social activists don’t want me in their ranks. I am a blemish on their movement, a stain on their morality-infused community fabric. I’m no longer welcome except among a precious few of my former colleagues in social activism.

Thankfully, I’m making new friends. We may not agree on everything, but we agree on the important things like freedom of speech, bodily autonomy, and government overreach. When my former friends start behaving rationally with compassion and tolerance again, I will give them the respect we all deserve and open my arms to them. But I will never forget how they abandoned me and demeaned me when I was part of the most marginalized community in modern society; meanwhile thinking they were “good people” doing “the right thing.” I confess that will stay with me forever.”