Good Friday Reminder — You Cannot Serve Both Christ and Cruelty

It’s Good Friday. The day we remember how Christ was betrayed, brutalized, and handed over to be executed—not by monsters, but by politicians protecting their power, and by a crowd that chose Barabbas over justice, mercy, and truth. And here you are—doing it again. In March, dozens of men—over 75% with no criminal record—were rounded up and deported to El Salvador. No trial. No hearing. No due process. Their only “crime”? Being non-white. Poor. Vulnerable. Undesirable. Now Trump wants to build five more foreign prisons to expand this system— Facilities run by a strongman regime where people are starved, tortured, and silenced. And you’re funding it. You’re calling it “patriotic.” You’re calling it “efficient.” But don’t forget your history. This is exactly what the Nazi Party did. They didn’t begin with death camps. They began by labeling people “undesirable.” They passed laws. Built holding facilities. Used coded language. Talked of purity, safety, and efficiency. And they deported human beings to brutal prisons far from public view. The parallels are not theoretical. They are unfolding in real time. And on this Good Friday, as Christians remember Jesus—an innocent man, unjustly tried, condemned by the state, tortured, and executed— you stand in the same crowd that demanded His crucifixion. You call yourselves the party of Christ. But Christ stood with the imprisoned. He defended the outcast. He was the accused. And He told you plainly: “Whatever you did to the least of these—you did to Me.” So I ask you plainly: When you exile men to foreign prisons without trial… When you fund their suffering to protect your position… Are you serving Christ—or betraying Him again? End this. Defund every dollar tied to foreign prisons. Because when history asks why you stayed silent, the answer will be simple: You kept the unhinged narcissist appeased. He funded your campaign. And the bully left you alone. You didn’t lead—you bargained. And like Judas, for a few pieces of silver, you sold your soul.