03/11/2026
Redefine
Blog By Katherine Lily Mae Harris
I think it’s time we redefine what it means to be cool, or to be gangsta.
You aren’t gangsta if you get everyone tormented, r***d, human trafficked and killed.
I don’t know what has caused such a horrible change in humanity, or if it has always been partially this way, and now we just know it. I always believed we could have a better world and that all it took was everyone seeing the humanity in everyone else. To me. It’s so simple to treat others with respect. To know that we all want the same things, basic needs met, a few genuine people, a purpose. That it’s so simple to do. That with applied logic, all these things could have occurred for all the World. It isn’t Utopian. It’s logic.
I can’t express how it felt to be an almost 40 year old woman and being put through hell, all over again, because a man crippled me and everyone who tormented me in my youth, took it as an opportunity to silence me for good. I can’t even begin to describe the rage I felt, the pain in my body, the heartbreak of my spirit. That justifiable rage that welled up in me and became a tool that propelled me forward. Believing that people would all be able to agree at the same time, that policies needed to change to keep all women safe. Instead it led to more ‘do gooders’ that act as a sideshow to distract from the core issues. Instead it led to all the people who are the issues to keep using scapegoats and not even acknowledge what they did to my life and countless others.
Do they really think they are gangsta?! Do you think you’re cool!?
That a man crippled a middle aged woman (me)who survived hell and you put me through all that, because I’m a number to you. Do none of you have any humanity? Do you have any honor? I know you don’t have integrity. That’s a given. What a huge mess was made and the communities that stand behind those who are the issue, are just as guilty.
I will never ever respect anyone who caused this, contributed to it and did it. If you think that your part was helping others and you can’t see the truth of what it’s caused, you are also part of the problem.
Redefine what it means to help.
Redefine what it means to be gangsta.
It’s gangsta to respect women.
It’s gangsta to stand up for what’s right.
It’s gangsta to make sure that human trafficking is a thing of the past.
It’s cooler to be a real person, than be something you aren’t.
It’s cooler to be honorable and change the World.
If your family was involved in human trafficking, then don’t be. Change. Stop now.
I know that overly privileged people want to keep having the same pathetic conversations that keep everyone divided, but the rest of us are ready for change.
It isn’t gangsta to cause war because you can’t control your drug trades or you kill the wrong people. It isn’t gangsta that you get all of us tormented and caught in the middle, because you somehow justify that it’s your place in the World to be cruel and to inflict harm.
I will never forget how disgusted I was leaving on foot and knowing it’s because of the cowardly web traps who caused everything, allowing it to continue, because it’s easier for them and the most damaging to everyone else. I have NO respect for any of them now.
I will never speak up for them again, ever. Not after what they just put me through.
Being almost 40 gives so many perspectives and one is that while I spent my life believing in a better World, even after all the torment I survived in my life, I don’t anymore. This earth is hell and it’s clear the people who keep it that way have no desire to change that.
They made this unsafe world and their own families will be subjected to the harm they created and kept as standard.
I believed in love all my life and this time period just showed me that’s also unlikely in this earth hell, how can love be present in such a twisted World. You may see glimpses of it, but I don’t believe the way I used to. Not after what I survived and what the people who KNOW I’m speaking the truth, did to me in this time period. Such cowards. They aren’t cool. They aren’t gangsta. They are pathetic.
Nobody had a reason to have any issues with me, unless they are a human trafficker, because I don’t care about their business and trade, and I will always report them. I wish all human traffickers would die. I mean that. Other than that, no one should’ve had issues with me, and yet, look what happened. I’m not talking about being liked. I don’t care about that. No one will be liked by everyone and that would be so overwhelming if they did. I’m talking about being respected as a human being. About being recognized as more than a number by people who are ‘supposed to care.’
Redefine.
I had such hopes in preventing a more active WW3 and it was all pointless. I had hopes for this Country and my State; that we would actually unite and create policies that would keep the most amount of people safe. Instead, it’s more of the same and once again, pushing out any of us that speak up. Just like other countries do. The USA is no different. When you’re a whistleblower in this World, you are in danger, because the dangerous people that put you through it, want you dead and society is dangerous, because it doesn’t care.
This is the USA.
I survived hell HERE.
When I spoke up about it, to keep everyone safe, what just happened? The people who caused it all, got to find it humorous, while everyone else sat back and let it occur. Silence is complacency.
Redefine.
Changing systems should be a focus. Not always allowing them to repeat the toxic cycles they have always been.
When is the USA going to learn?
When will the World remember honor and integrity?
How can so many that have so much power, sit back and let it crumble?
Let it keep the systems of harm?
Where is the humanity in that?
Redefine.
It’s not cool to cause starvation as a war tactic.
You are completely naive if you believe that you went overseas to fight for other women’s rights, when right here in the USA they are being denied to women like me every single day. When you got sent overseas, you may have whole heartedly believed your mission, but it was to garner more resources, it was never about women. This country doesn’t care about women. I know, because I’ve been a woman all my life and I have lived through hell.
It’s not cool to cause human trafficking and women to be tormented and r***d, all so that dishonorable cowards can pretend to be good people in communities that hide their true actions.
Who raised these people? Aren’t your families ashamed of you? Aren’t any of you?
I am so glad I am nothing like that. I have made mistakes in my life, plenty of times. I have integrity, honor and I learned from my mistakes. I also learned that trying to make a better World with the people who cause hell, is pointless.
From now on, I’ll save it for people who want to.
I am so grateful for my apartment right now. I can afford it. My shower that has hot water. A warm space. The food I can buy myself and cook and bake in my oven. I am so grateful for the freezer with ice cream in it. I am so grateful for the ability to keep trying to heal. For the paint I have to do my artwork. I am grateful everyday. Im grateful for the peace that is my home because I am alone.
I’m still really disappointed that things couldn’t have turned out better from a World perspective because I saw what, & who, the issues were, and how it could change and who chose to ignore that and perpetuate more harm. I am allowed to be upset about it all. It’s valid and those involved should be ashamed, but they are proud. It’s going to take me a while to not care about what they just destroyed, not just for me, but for everyone. Even their own families.
Until then. I will keep being grateful and expressing myself.
Incubus · S.C.I.E.N.C.E. · Song · 1997
