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I want you to know you were my inspiration. You inspired a white-hot emotion I never knew existed in me. It was like my cosmic insides had turned inside out and that feeling turned into a yellow emotion I couldn’t control that spewed out of me like mustard gas. With a deeper understanding of what court justice and court reform could mean. I had to lose my kids and have really nothing else to do besides organize protests.
Legal abuse is a form of abuse, and I hope the entire bench of Oregon knows that they are partially responsible for the mayhem that ensued during the riots. I wasn’t the only one with a gripe. Y’all still do a bang-up job in supporting whatever the Police Union tells you. I hope we get a clean slate of judges, cause there’s still some bad apples on the bench that needs to go.
And stop giving them more work. Retired judges need to retire. They are unaware of how slow the medical and insurance industries are impossible to follow some judge’s orders. Get your logistics straight before you rip apart families. Judge Barfy this one is for you. You were the primary inspiring person for one of the lead organizers of those protests, it was for you. Now you know!
You see I was testing you the same way you were testing me. I wore my long hair in indigenous braids on that Christmas eve day, and I knew in that moment that you were a white-hot racist.—Anonymous