Blog by: Katherine Lily Mae Harris
Whether you are born in #Saudi #Arabia, or born in The #United #States, caste systems still exist everywhere in our #World.
Being born into #poverty, or #oppression, it can certainly shape you. It also can make you stronger, more #RESILIENT to the ways of our planet-#earth hell.
Systematic oppression occurs to keep families and the poorest among us, distracted and warring. It causes systematic abuse to occur. A strange #dynamic that isn’t spoken of, because to do so, is to invite a longer form of abuse and #isolation, all born within our #societies, societies that are typically governed by the privileged. (This is not a statement directed at my state’s government-I don’t know any details of their personal lives.)
Privelage can take many forms.
#Poverty never embarrassed me. Never.
Being abused embarrassed me.
Being raped embarrassed me.
Being gang rape embarrassed me.
Being crippled embarrasses me-because I have always been #strong and able to do everything on my own.
I don’t like asking for help, because typically doing so, causes the privileged to gossip and speculate on a life that they have never experienced-for what do they know of #struggle.
I have listened my whole life to people with privelage complain, and I never once, made them feel inferior to me. In fact, most times, I never shared the horrible things I had experienced. I had true #empathy for their emotions and experiences, no matter how minor by comparison to what I survived, they were. I understood that all peoples struggles are valid and empathy being my nature, meant that someone’s #trauma is their own & valid.
Being raised in oppression teaches you a lot about yourself.
You know how to be your own best friend. You know how to take care of yourself, be self sufficient. You know how to be strong. How to take any amount of pain, whether physical or emotional. You know how to design your life around your little income. You take #pride in your #work, no matter what it is and be proud of your space and place. You know how to find joy in the most basic of things. You know how to #create #consistency and #stability and keep yourself #safe with #isolation when necessary.
I was never ashamed of being poor.
Not ever.
I was raised to be #respectful.
To be #truthful.
To be #trusting.
To be #kind.
I was raised to ‘not say anything if you didn’t have anything nice to say.’
I am not mean or cruel, by nature, so this wasn’t a struggle.
I have yelled at my mother a total of 3 times in my life; I have stood up for myself so few times…..yet, in finally standing up for myself, I was #exploited and shamed.
I am what I now know, is called, #neurodivergent.
That means that manipulation is not in my #brains mechanism and it means that I speak my mind.
Don’t hear what I didn’t say, though.
One of the worst things is being misinterpreted by a neurotypical-because they are projecting themselves on to you.
Their manipulations and cruel ‘subtle’ passive aggression, becomes their #interpretation of your words-words that don’t always make sense to a neurotypical.
One thing I learned is that instead of asking-‘what did you mean by that!?’
They interpret what THEY would mean-so it is a big mess when all is said and done. Especially because of delayed processing, by the time you are ready to speak, nobody cares anymore or they just don’t get it. This also results in us experiencing a tremendous amount of #TRAUMA and #harm.
It results in the desire to over explain. Then to attempt to bridge any #misunderstandings with information. It can be an uncomfortable process to those who do not care about you.
That has been important for me to learn.
Those that #care or desire you in your #life, they will WANT to know you. Want to put in effort. Want to #communicate.
I have many interests and #hobbies, I know how to be alone, I learned how to take care of myself and be completely self sufficient-then I was #crippled.
Asking for #help, has just been #embarrassing and been met with lots of sarcasm from the privileged.
They can NOT need help, and still everyone will care about them. They can lie and still everyone will care about them. Meanwhile we are screaming the truth, and people can’t be bothered.
Is this fate?
Is this ‘part of earth hell?’
NO.
This is societies decision.
It is not for the poor to design #systems that are supportive.
It is for those that have the ‘power.’
A poor person should be able to live within their means, knowing that the stuff they buy isn’t made in a sweat shop. Knowing that it doesn’t involve #cruelty in experiments. Knowing that it is safe. Knowing that it is designed in construction with sustainable deconstruction in mind.
I love that recently #Mexico created #biodegradable packaging plastics out of cactus.
#Japan made newspapers that can biodegrade with #seeds, causing for plants to be sown into the earth.
#Brazil has created fresh clean drinking #water even in desert conditions.
Middle #East perfected #water and cooling systems long ago.
The answers for #sustainability are within our reach and possible.
All it takes is applied #logic.
EVERYONE deserves clean #drinking water, #nourishing #food, a safe place to call #home and for their #families to be #protected and #respected. EVERYONE. It isn’t #communism, it’s #LOGIC.
There are sustainable solutions found all over our #planet. If leaders got together to speak about these topics and apply them, imagine where we could be in a short time.
Instead of having conversations about the machines that need conversion, to use #hemp and #bamboo for #fabrics and #textiles, in place of cotton or valuable trees, trees we need to breathe and to support our #wildlife-
Why not make contracts with #steel companies to repurpose them?
Melt them down, and reconstruct them to fit the material needed NOW, in order to serve our planet. We don’t need MORE materials, we need better processes of deconstructing. #Repurposing.
In order to fly planes successfully, why not continue to find a more sustained #fuel? A safer fuel? It’s been done and being done. There should be no fear in being ‘left behind.’ Because the World that should be being #designed, is a sustainable one; that is accessible to ALL.
What conditions you are born into are not #FATE, or #karma, they are #society.
What circumstances did your society give?
Also,
Is it systematic oppression?
Why?
What is causing this?
I will never be ashamed of #poverty.
I was raised to be #respectful.
I went into the World feeling better than no-one, and also seeing no-one as better than me.
I don’t care what #house you have, #car you drive, or how much #money is in your bank account. I really don’t. You could lose it all or gain it all in a day. Anyone’s #circumstances can change.
I care about who you are.
Are you #happy? Are you #content? Do you have enough food? Are your basic needs met? What do you believe in your heart #spiritually? What do you see when you look at the #stars?
I see a universe teeming with life.
I believe in a #universe that applies logic. That finds solutions to problems, not causes #war to cover them up.
I believe in a World that is based on applied logic that sees the #humanity in our human sisters and brother (and everything in between). I believe in a world that believes we are the ‘keepers of the earth,’ the beings that were chosen to look after our planet and #galaxy. To make sure that we are conscious of our lives and the impact it has on everything around us.
It isn’t utopian. It’s logical.
The United States knows poverty, abuse, oppression, rape, medical torture, torture, harm & the cost of lies.
The United States is not a perfect place-nor is any other country.
They ALL share struggles.
Why can’t leaders get together and be transparent about issues?
Because our World is still in processes of war and #strategy, formed around #dishonor??
In 2025? Still? Really?
Speaking on solutions to issues,
that would help change them. Any leader should desire their people to live their lives, at the same level as themselves, the leaders.
Not everyone desires a mansion.
My goal was as much #land as I could afford, it was a #yurt, then an earth ship. It was sustainable. It was perfect for me.
Others have goals of luxury and mansions. That’s ok too, there is variety for all and people for each of us to have in our lives.
Now, when we interact, who is better?
Who is more valuable?
NOONE is better than anyone else.
No one.
I don’t care if you shit glitter, or sprout rainbows out of your ass, you are better than NOBODY else.
When working in customer service 22 years, I learned that not everyone feels that way.
I was treated horribly by some people who clearly believed they were better; but I also knew, it said more about them, than it did about me.
I learned how not to show an emotional response to anything that hurt me, because, some people did it intentionally for that purpose. To get a response out of me. I learned some people enjoyed seeing you fail, because they actually believed they were better than you. I learned that not everyone treated me as an equal. I learned this and I learned a lot about how not everyone who is mean in the moment, is a mean person-most of the time, they are just having a bad day. I could forgive that. Just like I forgave all the people who abused me, molested me, trafficked me, raped me, gang raped me, oppressed me, crippled me, harassed me, psychologically experimented on me, medically tortured me and caused my life to not reflect accurately my KARMA.
I forgave everyone.
I also didn’t complain about what happened to me, I usually didn’t talk about it.
This was the biggest mistake of my life.
I should have spoken up sooner! Way sooner!
Your life is VALUABLE!
Maybe if I had spoken up sooner, my life would have changed. Maybe I would have been able to seek out better opportunities for myself. Maybe I could have helped more people with what I learned. Maybe my dream would be a reality now. Maybe I wouldn’t be crippled.
Maybe.
The only thing I know, is that I should have spoken up sooner.
When we #speak up, we aren’t disrespecting people who harmed us, we are preventing it from happening again (hopefully.)
The service industry made me #RESILIENT all right. My status as a ‘poor person’ or ‘mixed race trash’ made me RESILIENT all right. Knowing how to stay #stoic during abuse and in hard situations, made me RESILIENT, all right.
So what did this resilience earn me? A badge of respect or honor? A place in earth hell to make a difference?
What did I get from my resilience?
My #integrity and #honor are part of who I am.
I #believed in this time period, many would be honorable and find integrity, that we would handle everything in the most mature way possible, to bring change for the future, to benefit everyone’s families.
Instead, this all became a joke to the very people who caused it all and are born into privelage.
They will never, and have never, known true struggle. Then they are protected, when they cause damage and harm in our lives, those they view as ‘less valuable’ than they are.
It’s disgusting.
Many privileged women have food, water, shelter, family, community, have rarely or never been abused or seen it, they go to other countries to help those less fortunate, yet here, they cause misfortune for many, because they either have NO CLUE what happens here, or they don’t care.
It’s absolutely terrifying.
A lot of other countries struggles are tied to us.
Us here in the USA and other ‘first world’ countries.
We ‘set the tone’ for what is normal, successful, & valid.
As a country, that doesn’t seem to care who suffers.
It’s terrifying.
It has to be discussed.
Why does Gaza matter?
Why do proxy wars matter?
Because they are #funded by OUR #government or our #blueprint of #consumerism.
It doesn’t mean we are bad as a #nation, it means we have #power.
#United.
Divided, we have nothing-don’t THEY know that?
Warring tribes are easier to control.
I’ve been posting of this for over 5 years now.
A man #crippled me.
I moved forward.
I was #dying. Literally. Autonomic dysreflexia from blunt force trauma.
I stayed #unified in my idea of the World. I stayed #protective of my people. ALL people. I saw unity in my Country. I saw a way to make a better World with applied logic.
When I spoke to my ex from Saudi-I was harassed by my government.
I didn’t want to message HIM about it. I wanted to communicate effectively with those who DID it or carried out the order. So we could maturely find solutions.
I pointed out safety concerns and issues. I stayed really honorable and forgiving, because I have a dangerous amount of empathy for those who don’t deserve it and I am too forgiving for my own good.
I did not see the reason to involve my ex, just the way to REASON with those harassing me-because together, we could have changed everything.
I then was being #medically tortured. They covered up my #mri via coding, proving my broken #spine. I understood the multiple ‘reasons’ or excuses, this was caused-I stayed forgiving and #empathized with everyone, believing that to do so, would eventually bring #change.
I was being oppressed, oppressed so that I wouldn’t be seen as #VALUABLE or #VALID. Oppressed so that my #poverty could be the #shield they used to make me seem ‘unaccountable.’
Poverty they created along with their medical #torture.
If able bodied-I would have been fine. I would have held multiple jobs like I always did. Saved my money. Bought my land. Built my earthship. Fulfilled my #dream. Consistency. Stability.
Instead-I needed help.
I tried to get hand controls for my car. Get an American degree because my certifications are NOT valid or valuable here in the USA.
I tried to move forward, even through the hardship like I always did. Finding joy in the little things.
Add to that me #protesting for the people of Gaza. For Palestine. For #HUMAN beings to maintain humane conditions. My natural empathy having no choice. This was all happening between 2020 and 2022. No one told me it would get me #silenced and oppressed longer. That I would be Medically tortured, even longer.
I wrote to everyone I could think of. I posted on social media, giving everyone enough time to have #integrity. To act with honor.
This caused for me to be forced to give away over half my belongings. I have already lost enough in my lifetime, whether they were thrown out, held hostage, stolen, sold or given away……
No amount of asking for help mattered.
Nobody cared to hear the truth.
The lies fit so much easier with their lives. So they stayed believing them.
I believed if I stayed honorable long enough, all would work out.
It didn’t though.
I was justifiably #angry.
I spoke up:
I #yelled!
I shared my story.
I wanted to do so, discreetly, with the right people only, to make the most change-but then, the privileged who caused this, would have had to have honor-and they DO NOT!
So it is now July of 2025.
I continue speaking the truth, being oppressed, being medically tortured, being isolated, being treated like I just am trouble or worse, they say that I just want attention, because the people talking about it, are those who caused it. They are the true trouble and the ones seeking attention.
My goal was for my own income, stability, consistency, helping people. It was land. Yurt, earthship. #Love, a #spouse of my own-my #heart’s #mirror, not someone else’s. A family of my own. Ordinariness. Happiness. That was my goal.
They must be the ones who desire attention and we all know they cause the trouble with their privelage and their ever running mouths, making lies truth.
I’ve had enough.
I don’t care anymore.
I’ve been through enough.
I’ve SURVIVED.
I’ve been honorable.
I don’t wear my RESILIENCE as a badge of honor-because it isn’t something I should have had to experience. It happened because of dishonor, dishonor from the privileged and those that caused me to experience it & those who helped them get away with it.
Poverty.
Privelage.
Power.
How do you use yours?
Even if it’s just your voice you have left?
Not all powerful people are bad.
Lots of privileged people have honor.
Values.
Integrity.
Many people in poverty are #intelligent, valuable and deserve better.
What caste system were you born into?
Forced into?
Experiencing now?
There is NO EXCUSE for our World of pain right now.
No excuse.
During this past five years, if people had been honorable we would have seen a whole new world.
Not on Magick carpets, though they would be fun and are lovely, but with applied logic, we could have had a whole new world. Instead it’s just a whole new nightmare.
Use your power wisely.
Utilize your privilege intelligently and well thought out.
Know your poverty isn’t because of you, it isn’t shameful.
I was so blessed with my intellect, my heart, my mind, my able body.
Now I am crippled.
I am just so strong that the privileged can’t understand that I’ve been being medically tortured and oppressed-all so that their perfect little lies, can be believed.
When everyone who knows I speak the truth, are ready for change, let me know.
I’m not going anywhere.
Though my forgiveness has changed; honor is part of who I am.
It’s my nature and how I was raised.