Republicans Faked a Genocide—Ours Is Still Killing Us

Genocide is not a word you toss around for political effect. But Donald Trump did just that—standing in the Oval Office with a foreign leader, pointing to a stage of symbolic crosses from a protest in 2020, and declaring it a “silent genocide.” The truth? Those crosses represented around 200 white farmers killed over 30 years. A tragedy, yes. But not genocide. Not by any definition rooted in fact. If that’s what you call genocide, then let’s take a walk through our own killing fields: • 50,000 American children, dead from gun violence since 1995. That’s 75 miles of crosses lining our roads, playgrounds, and classrooms. • 21,000 Black mothers, lost to a system that views their pain as disposable. Another 32 miles of death—birth becoming a death sentence. • 15,000 Native lives, erased not just by time, but by continued policy neglect, broken treaties, and generational trauma. 23 more miles of destruction we never stopped. These are not “might be” statistics. These are bodies. Graves. Grieving parents. Stolen futures. And while you posture over symbolic crosses in South Africa, the real crosses are piling up in your own districts. Yesterday’s performance wasn’t a press conference—it was propaganda. It was fearmongering dressed up as concern. And you—many of you who know better—played along. You nodded, you echoed, you amplified a lie because it was politically convenient. And now you signed your name onto his “Big Beautiful Bill”? A bill that does nothing for maternal care. Nothing for school safety. Nothing for tribal health. A bill that guts Medicaid, punishes the poor, and leaves Americans defenseless against the very violence you pretend to condemn abroad. You want to talk about families destroyed? Start with the ones you left behind. Because this isn’t a misunderstanding. This is deliberate betrayal. Of truth. Of morality. Of every person who ever counted on you to protect them. What’s real? The groveling. The lies. The cowardice. The way you traded your spine for a slogan and your conscience for a cult. Elections in 2026 can’t get here soon enough. And if there is any justice left in this democracy, they’ll mark your last term—and our first step toward rebuilding what you’ve tried to burn down.