Many of you are aware that our critics claim the Men’s Human Rights Movement does nothing but troll around the internet and complain or whine about the state men and boys find themselves in today.
This is just another of the increasingly feeble lies feminists put out there along with saying we hate women, support rape, eat kitten sammiches with a side of fried baby otter, etc. Case in point:
There was a comment made on a recent article the other day / night, depending on which part of the world you’re in, and it set off alarm bells for many of us.
I am not going to reproduce the comment as I wish to protect the individual and his children from feminist wrath. I am however going to paraphrase it:
“I want the sound of my suicide to scream out at the justice system and my government about the wrongs it has done to me and my children.”
This commenter as well gave some background about himself. Divorced, ex wife alienating his children from him, false allegations, about to lose his residence. The same list of heinous experiences so many men go through when run over by the male meat grinder commonly known as the family courts.
Our own Suzanne McCarley and I discovered this comment recently. Sue was first on scene, she commented, encouraged the gentleman to seek help and emailed him. I was next.
I also commented, showing support for this man from my keyboard just like Sue had done. I looked up the man’s local suicide hotline, put that in my comment, and emailed him too.
I know many of you activists out there get the same feelings Sue and I had in a situation like this: sadness, anger and helplessness.
My own internal dialogue was full of expletives and cursing of the man-killing family courts. I’ve read of far too many men who have left this world due to the injustices inflicted upon them by those family courts at the behest of feminism dogma and false allegations made by vindictive nasty ex-wives / girlfriends.
“Curse them fuckers to hell,” I think to myself.
Another emotion I myself felt was one of anxiousness. I kept thinking to myself, “reply to our emails damn it! Come on you got it in you to hang on just a little bit more, random commenter whom I really know very little about except for that you are one of the top candidates for suicide and are having your life and your children’s lives destroyed by the corrupt misandric family courts.”
“REPLY TO ME DAMN IT!”
I began to run a Google search for this person and discovered his phone number. I called it and let them know who I was and why I was calling and would he please call me back to let me know he had not committed suicide.
The person did not reply. I thought there must be more that Sue and I could do. So I called the suicide hotline and passed on the information that I could gather as part of the administrative team her at A Voice For Men. I explained the situation to the person on the other end, reading off the full quote from the commenter.
The worker on the other end of the phone was also concerned with the quote. It motivated that person to try to contact the individual over the phone. I told them I would wait on hold until they got an answer. Unfortunately this was not allowed due to the medical nature of a suicide and confidentiality issues.
“Damn,” I said to my self. I understand these things but it put me back to feeling helpless again. I was however able to get the hotline worker to agree to call me back if they could not get in touch with the commenter.
While this was going on I was also giving Sue updates, and asking her if she had received a reply from this unfortunate soul whose only fault was having been born with a penis and having been been rammed through the family courts.
I hung up the phone with the hotline operator and conversed with Sue over Skype a little bit about the situation. Some small talk, a few off-topic jokes to try and keep our spirits up.
Sue and I have seen too many stories like this gentleman’s end with nothing more than a silent statistic which screams out about the man-killing misandry endorsed by the family courts.
Time ticks by sooooo sloooowwwllllyy in situations like this. What was most likely not more than 5 minutes seemed like a few hours.
My phone rang. I answered it with dread. It meant that the suicide hotline worker was not able to reach the commenter. I discussed with the hotline operator what else I could do. They asked their supervisor and told me that I could call the local police establishment and tell them about the situation. The hotline operator also agreed that the whole event was one for concern and did warrant calling them. For legal reasons the hotline operator could not do this. The hotline operator was helpful and gave me the local police force’s number. (Thank you for the help hotline operator, if you ever read this piece.)
So it fell back to the MHRM activists to do something about the situation.
“Well,” I said to myself, “its only long distance charges on my phone bill.” And off my digits went dialing the local police establishment’s number.
I again relayed all the information about the commenter, this time to the man’s local police dispatcher. A cruiser was sent over to the man’s home.
And then a call came thorough that took all those shitty emotions I was feeling away. I actually shed a few tears over this. And immediately informed Sue that the commenter who had cried for help was alive. But there was a little bit of a mix up.
What had happened is that the comment was about what he was thinking in his “recent” past. Unfortunately he did not put that in his comment.
An honest mistake most of us who tell our stories or part of our stories here can understand. Our comments bring up the darkest times in our lives. They bring up the darkest times in our female Men’s Human Rights Activists’ loved one’s lives. (No, this is not me White Knighting or any such thing. It is me respecting those honeybadgers whose sons and husbands and brothers are casualties of this man-killing feminist dogma times we find ourselves surrounded by today.)
I know damn near all of us do more than just sit behind our keyboards and troll the internet whining. Discussions are had, the word is spread. Ideas are shared. And action is taken. All of this is more than just sitting behind a keyboard whining.
What this event is irrefutable proof of is just one small slice of MHRM activism.
A small bit of the hands-on activism that the MHRM does.
So the next time you hear some feminist twit claim all we do is sit behind the keyboard and whine, point them to this article. Point them to the tons of other articles we have on AVfM that call out and challenge public officials, letter- and phone-writing campaigns, fundraising initiatives for various causes, the new Earl Silverman Society, the innocent men like Gordon Smith we’ve helped get out of jail, the corrupt scumbag prosecutors like Mary Kellett whom we’ve worked so hard to expose and hold accountable, and more.
And then tell them to Shut The Fuck Up (STFU). Because we’re here to Fuck Their Shit Up (FTSU).