I'm seeing quite a bit of comment about this, so I want to make a couple of points.
I'm not owed eternal agreement from any actor who once played a character I created. The idea is as ludicrous as me checking with the boss I had when I was twenty-one for what opinions I should hold these days.
Emma Watson and her co-stars have every right to embrace gender identity ideology. Such beliefs are legally protected, and I wouldn't want to see any of them threatened with loss of work, or violence, or death, because of them.
However, Emma and Dan in particular have both made it clear over the last few years that they think our former professional association gives them a particular right - nay, obligation - to critique me and my views in public. Years after they finished acting in Potter, they continue to assume the role of de facto spokespeople for the world I created.
When you've known people since they were ten years old it's hard to shake a certain protectiveness. Until quite recently, I hadn't managed to throw off the memory of children who needed to be gently coaxed through their dialogue in a big scary film studio. For the past few years, I've repeatedly declined invitations from journalists to comment on Emma specifically, most notably on the Witch Trials of JK Rowling. Ironically, I told the producers that I didn't want her to be hounded as the result of anything I said.
The television presenter in the attached clip highlights Emma's 'all witches' speech, and in truth, that was a turning point for me, but it had a postscript that hurt far more than the speech itself. Emma asked someone to pass on a handwritten note from her to me, which contained the single sentence 'I'm so sorry for what you're going through' (she has my phone number). This was back when the death, rape and torture threats against me were at their peak, at a time when my personal security measures had had to be tightened considerably and I was constantly worried for my family's safety. Emma had just publicly poured more petrol on the flames, yet thought a one line expression of concern from her would reassure me of her fundamental sympathy and kindness.
Like other people who've never experienced adult life uncushioned by wealth and fame, Emma has so little experience of real life she's ignorant of how ignorant she is. She'll never need a homeless shelter. She's never going to be placed on a mixed sex public hospital ward. I'd be astounded if she's been in a high street changing room since childhood. Her 'public bathroom' is single occupancy and comes with a security man standing guard outside the door. Has she had to strip off in a newly mixed-sex changing room at a council-run swimming pool? Is she ever likely to need a state-run rape crisis centre that refuses to guarantee an all-female service? To find herself sharing a prison cell with a male rapist who's identified into the women's prison?
I wasn't a multimillionaire at fourteen. I lived in poverty while writing the book that made Emma famous. I therefore understand from my own life experience what the trashing of women's rights in which Emma has so enthusiastically participated means to women and girls without her privileges.
The greatest irony here is that, had Emma not decided in her most recent interview to declare that she loves and treasures me - a change of tack I suspect she's adopted because she's noticed full-throated condemnation of me is no longer quite as fashionable as it was - I might never have been this honest.
Adults can't expect to cosy up to an activist movement that regularly calls for a friend's assassination, then assert their right to the former friend's love, as though the friend was in fact their mother. Emma is rightly free to disagree with me and indeed to discuss her feelings about me in public - but I have the same right, and I've finally decided to exercise it.
My heart is filled with sorrow.
I had some nice dialogue with Charlie, he instantly felt like an older much wiser brother even though he was younger than me. He was always trying to include me to come speak at his events.
I donât think he knew how hard public speaking is for me. My whole body shakes, my mind goes into survival mode & my voice quivers. I much prefer writing, fighting, acting & interviews in intimate settings. But alas, Charlie did find out how hard public speaking is for me in Vegas last year.
I had originally just wanted to support Tulsi who was doing an event with the Common Kings in Vegas. I wanted to support her & be there for her, maybe just announce her or be backstage with her. Then Turning Point got involved & before you knew it, rumors that President Trump would be speaking swirled and came true.
Of course I tried to back out once I realized they wanted me to speak. But Tulsi wasnât having it. She gently encouraged me. So I decided to just write out my speech on paper & read it.
The night came & I had missed my spot in the speaking line up because I was back stage taking a picture with President Trump who had 100âs of people he was taking pictures with before he went on to speak.
I ran back to the stage & there were only Charlie & Tulsi left to speak before Trump would take the stage. I had the 6 pages in my hands, the lady on the stage seemed rushed & I looked at Charlie and said, âNo itâs ok, Iâm not good at public speaking, donât worry about me.â He calmly looked at me & said, âGina, they hear from me all the time, they need to hear from you. How many pages do you have?â I told him 6. The lady on the stage said, âDo you think you could keep it to 3 minutes please?â But Charlie kept eye contact with me & said, âTake my time, go out there & say what you need to say.â
He gave me so much strength in that moment, my body shaking, I went out & summed up my 6 page speech to whatever I could muster. I was so proud I did it. It was short & sweet, the pages went out the window. I wanted to do it for my hometown, in front of my family, for my country. I felt I needed to & Charlie made sure I did.
As soon as I walked behind the curtain I collapsed into Charlieâs chest. He held me for a few moments as I stabilized & then he walked out to give his speech. The lady who helped me off stage said, âoh my gosh youâre shaking!â
I went back to my seat & sat with my mom & dad who were beaming with pride, I was still shaking. People patted me on my back & gave me hugs, the whole crowd knew I was nervous but it was ok. They cheered me on louder than most of the other speakers my dad said but of course heâd say that. âșïž Sure felt that way. The audience saw my vulnerability & rooted for me. That was the atmosphere of this lovely crowd of people. And that was who Charlie was. He helped me conquer something that day. And since then I have gotten better when a microphone is handed to me.
Charlie helped so many find their voices. He put the microphone in peopleâs hands, to be heard, to ask questions, to learn how to communicate. He was teaching us how to communicate.
I am in complete awe of his bravery. He couldâve easily just stayed comfortable & been with his wife & children right now but he saw the need of keeping dialogue going & he risked his life everytime he went out there.
He was a graceful genius with a heart for the Lord and he followed his calling.
I am so happy Charlie is with the Lord now. He truly was the best of us & without a doubt the bravest. They took his body but they cannot take his spirit. I mourn for his wife, children & loved ones with my full heart & soul. God be with them.
I am struggling with positivity as evil is rearing its ugly head. If I wasnât so exhausted from sorrow I would be more enraged. My head is torturing me on repeat as I see Charlie shot & the blood gushing. All I can do right now is pray for justice & peace.
God bless you Charlie Kirk. We will not forget you. âïżœïżœïżœ
That is INHERENTLY political.
âTaking care of sick Americansâ isnât about vibes - itâs about creating systems that protect and hold accountable vs enable, itâs about law and order.
It requires rejecting toxic empathy and creating policies that work - and so yes, itâs political.
đšđșđžUSAID PAID TUITION FOR FUTURE AL QAEDA LEADER
Bombshell documents confirm USAID funded Anwar al-Awlakiâs college tuition, years before he became a top al Qaeda recruiter and was taken out by a U.S drone strike.
Al-Awlaki lied about his nationality, scamming his way into a taxpayer-funded J-1 visa, and USAID paid in full, no questions asked.
He mentored 9/11 hijackers, inspired the Fort Hood shooter, and backed the Christmas Day bombing plot - all after getting a U.S-funded degree.
Source: Daily Mail
They couldnât beat Donald Trump, so they tried to imprison Donald Trump.
They couldnât imprison Donald Trump, so they tried to kill Donald Trump.
But he is still STANDING and millions of Americans are right behind him.
@rodrigocoelhoc Aaaaaa nĂŁo acredito que nĂŁo conseguirei esbarrar contigo outra vez pra comer pastel!!! Hahaha te desejo todo o sucesso do mundo, Coelho! VocĂȘ merece!
Os caras nĂŁo conseguem bloquear os celulares nos presĂdios, mas mobilizam uma agĂȘncia inteira pra ficar de prontidĂŁo pra derrubar uma rede social. Eles estĂŁo preocupados com o paĂs sim. Confia.