survivor rage

darnold1975

Title IX and the Cruelty of This Administration

“When they dismantle your protections, remember. Your voice is older, louder, and stronger than their fear.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the smoke rise like a warning flare to every ancestor who ever whispered, “Baby, stay ready.” The level of cruelty this administration has reached a whole other level of low. It’s not just a new low. It’s a spelunking expedition into the deepest, dankest cave of misogyny they could find. They didn’t just roll back Title IX protections. They took a sledgehammer to the foundation. Smiled for the cameras. And told women and girls to “be grateful.”

And I swear on every magnolia tree in Mississippi. Every grandmother who ever weaponized a “bless your heart.” And every cat currently judging me from the kitchen counter. This moment feels like a spiritual emergency. A generational grief. A slap so loud it echoes through the bones of every woman who fought for the right to learn, compete, and exist without being shoved aside.

Title IX wasn’t perfect. But it was a lifeline. A promise. A shield. And now we’re watching that shield get melted down into scrap metal while the administration acts like they’re doing us a favor.

So, let’s talk about what losing Title IX actually means. Let’s talk about the consequences. Not the sanitized political talking points. Let’s talk about the ten ways this rollback will hit women, girls, survivors, students, athletes, and entire communities. And yes, I’ll be adding sarcasm after each one. Because if I don’t laugh, I’ll scream loud enough to wake the ancestors.

Ten Consequences of Losing Title IX and the Sarcasm They Deserve

1. Sexual assault survivors will have fewer protections and fewer avenues for justice.

Because apparently the administration thinks the best way to handle sexual violence is to pretend it doesn’t exist. Oh fabulous. Nothing says “progress” like making campuses safer for predators.

2. Schools will no longer be required to investigate harassment with urgency or fairness.

Meaning victims get to relive trauma while institutions drag their feet. Wonderful. Who doesn’t love a good bureaucratic slow roast of someone’s pain?

3. Girls’ sports programs will lose funding and support.

The opportunities that shaped generations of confident, capable women, gone. Amazing. Because clearly the world needs fewer strong girls. And more fragile egos.

4. Students facing discrimination will have fewer protections and fewer rights.

If you’re marginalized, good luck. Perfect. Equality was getting way too mainstream anyway.

5. Schools can more easily ignore bullying and harassment.

Especially when it’s gender‑based. Fantastic. Nothing builds character like unchecked cruelty.

6. LGBTQ+ students will face increased vulnerability without clear federal safeguards.

Their safety becomes optional. Incredible. Because nothing says “freedom” like telling queer kids they’re on their own.

7. Pregnant and parenting students will lose protections that kept them in school.

Education becomes a privilege instead of a right. Lovely. Motherhood is hard enough. So why not add academic sabotage?

8. Disabled students will face more barriers to equal access.

Title IX helped ensure accommodations weren’t “optional.” Brilliant. Accessibility was clearly too convenient.

9. Women in STEM fields will lose protections against discrimination.

The pipeline shrinks. The future dims. Perfect. Who needs women solving problems when we can just not solve them?

10. Administrators will have more power to silence complaints and protect institutions instead of students.

Accountability evaporates. Amazing. Nothing screams “justice” like prioritizing PR over people.

This isn’t just policy. This isn’t just politics. This is a direct hit to the soul of every woman who ever fought to be seen, heard, respected, protected, and allowed to learn without fear. Title IX was a fragile, hard‑won promise that said, “ You matter. Your safety matters. Your education matters. Your future matters.”

Rolling it back is not an accident. It’s not a misunderstanding. It’s not a bureaucratic oversight. It is cruelty. Calculated. Deliberate. Cold. And I refuse to let them pretend otherwise. Women don’t go quietly. Girls don’t disappear. Survivors don’t shrink. And ancestors don’t rest when injustice is alive. We are the charcoal lit. We are the sage burning. We are the storm gathering. We are the daughters of every woman who refused to bow. And if they think rolling back Title IX will silence us? They have underestimated the wrong generation. We will rise. We will roar. We will rebuild protections they tried to destroy. And when history looks back on this moment, it will not remember their cruelty. It will remember our fire. Sage still burning. Ancestors still watching. Thanks for reading!

Affirmation: I rise with the ancestors behind me. The fire within me. And the unshakable truth that my worth is not up for debate.

***Don’t forget to watch the video!***

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darnold1975

I am Jane Doe

My name is Jane Doe, 

and I learned too young that silence has a pulse. 

It thumps in the throat, it bruises the air, 

it teaches you how to fold yourself into something 

small enough to survive the night.

I did not choose this name

it was handed to me the moment someone decided 

my body was theirs to trespass. 

A name for the unnamed, 

for the girls who disappear inside themselves 

because speaking feels like stepping back into the fire.

I carry memories that shake 

even when my hands look still. 

I carry nights that never end, 

questions that never had answers, 

and a childhood that was rewritten by someone else’s violence.

My name is Jane Doe, 

because the world prefers me faceless 

it’s easier that way. 

Easier to ignore the trembling, the aftermath, 

the way a soul limps long after the body looks healed.

But I am not a headline, not a case file, 

not a whisper people avoid 

because it makes them uncomfortable. 

I am a survivor with a voice that learned to rise even when it cracked.

My name is Jane Doe, 

but I am not anonymous anymore. 

I speak for the ones still gathering courage, 

for the ones who only breathe in fragments, 

for the ones who haven’t yet remembered 

that their story is still theirs.

I survived what tried to erase me. 

I survived what tried to rename me. 

And today I say my name out loud, 

not because it is simple, 

but because it is mine.

-This Puzzled Life

darnold1975

The Wants That Wrecked a Nation

The nation’s coming undone, thread by trembling thread.

While men in red hats smirk like their shame’s a prize instead.

They pass down their entitlement like scripture marked in red.

And call it “tradition” when it’s harm they’ve always spread.

 

Politicians strut on stages, slick suits and practiced lies.

Hiding footprints of the women they stepped on to rise.

They call it “public service,” but we see through the disguise.

A kingdom built on silence and the pain they minimize.

They preach about morality with money in their hands.

Ignoring bruises left behind by their own cruel commands.

They wrap their greed in flags and call it “love of land.”

While expecting us to bow while they redraw what’s “unplanned.”

 

But deeper still, the damage grows in shadows they create.

Lives destroyed by selfish wants, not needs, but twisted fate.

The kind of hunger that takes and breaks.

That steals, then calls it “straight.”

Leaving survivors gathering pieces of a self they didn’t devastate.

 

And I remember every headline, every whispered, weary plea.

Every “She’s exaggerating,” every “He’s just being free.”

This has happened to many women not just 1, 2, or 3.

It did happened to them because it also happened to me.

It’s a chorus built to shield the ones with wealth and legacy.

While telling those they harmed that truth is just a luxury.

 

But here’s the truth they cannot hide, no matter how high they climb.

Not with money, not with office, not with power, not with time.

Not with red hats, not with lawyers, not with privilege so sublime.

It doesn’t matter your status. No still means no.

And without consent, it’s still a crime.

-This Puzzled Life