It happened on J6.
Rosanne Boyland went down in that tunnel and did not get back up. A Metro officer, Lila Morris, stood over her lifeless body and beat her with a stick. The government called it an accident. We watched it.
Ashli Babbitt was shot dead by Capitol Police Lieutenant Michael Byrd as she climbed through a broken window. Unarmed. No trial for him. A closed investigation, and he walked. She did not.
Benjamin Philips collapsed on the grounds and died. Kevin Greeson’s heart gave out in the crowd.
Four Americans gone before the sun set on a day the press still calls an insurrection. Not one of them charged. Not one of them able to answer.
Then the slow deaths started. The ones the cameras left behind.
Christopher Georgia. Matthew Perna. Mark Aungst. Jord Meacham. David Homol. Matthew Webler. Nicholas Languerand.
Men who walked into a building, or stood on the grass, and then carried a federal case until it crushed them. Some pleaded. Some were still waiting. Some had already been pardoned and the weight did not leave. They died by their own hand after the government got done with them. Their families buried them while prosecutors moved on to the next name.
Matthew Huttle made it out. Pardoned. Then an Indiana deputy shot him dead on the side of a road.
There will be more. We are still fighting the same machine. The same hate that killed Charlie Kirk. The same hate that tried to kill President Trump.
Oppression does not clock out when the headline fades.
I will not let these J6ers be forgotten. They cannot speak. I can.
Say their names. Rosanne Boyland. Ashli Babbitt. Benjamin Philips. Kevin Greeson. Christopher Georgia. Matthew Perna. Mark Aungst. Jord Meacham. David Homol. Matthew Webler. Nicholas Languerand. Matthew Huttle.
God Bless the J6ers.