Dear Twitter,
“You’ve added a temporary label to my account which may impact its reach.”
I understand, and I apologize. This is your platform. I used it as an instrument of change, and perhaps I stepped over the boundaries. If the events that transpired, the ones that inspired my latest posts, should ever happen again, I wouldn’t hesitate to post like this again.
Why
Because when one has been wronged, and is seeking a resolution, sometimes cries fall on deaf ears. Something needs to be done to be heard, until finally my cries reach the right ears. A lot of the right ears.
Limit me. Ban me if you feel that it is justifiable. I appreciate Twitter as a means of communicating, sometimes saying the hard things, in a fashion that can’t be ignored by those who would have us all be ignorant.
I will not cower in a corner and accept the abuse of some behemoth corporation abusing its customers. Neither will I resort to the violent actions that plague our world. I write. All I have are words. Thank you for permitting me, at least for a time, to use my words to defend my principles. My words are all I have. Stop my words if you must, but they will echo, without my presence, from another’s keyboard or mouse, as a retweet. An affirmation to evil doers, that their misdeeds have been exposed, and with the click of a mouse, amplified.
Sincerely,
Robert J. Butler