So many moments.
So many doors they could’ve opened—the kind that would’ve let in truth, accountability, even mercy.
Instead, they closed each one.
Not because they lacked information, but because they feared what the truth would require of them.
They had chances:
To name the injury rather than obscure it.
To explain the labs rather than twist them.
To see a child, not a liability.
To tell Lindsey the truth when it still could have made a difference.
To document the actual cause instead of crafting a cover story.
But they didn’t.
Because to do the right thing would have meant admitting fault.
And in a system built on unchallenged authority, fault is the one thing that must never surface.
That’s the cost of institutional self-preservation. It’s not just the silence.
It’s the choices that were made—consciously, repeatedly—to let a family suffer rather than let the truth come out.
This is not a story about people who didn’t know better.
It’s a story about people who did—
and chose not to.
This, your experience and the entire forty year LIE asserting an often undetectable, theoretical “hiv” as cause of sexually or blood transmitted “epidemic” of immune failure disease that has for forty years failed every prediction, expectation, threat and promise that would/could prove itself true is a story about people who failed and refused to consider or even acknowledge actual science, fact and verifiable data that clearly refutes the narrative they cling to because that narrative makes them feel knowledgeable, safe and in control.
Just as i could not possibly comprehend the pain and frustration that You must endure every minute of every day, You can’t imagine the respect and admiration i have for You continuing to share your knowledge gained from your experience.
Thank You.