Stop Telling Me to Change My Name; I Want the Whole World to Know that My Guardian Angel Brothers are Mine
I can’t get a job at a gas station. I don’t know how I’m going to feed and house myself. And, Yale President Peter Salovey just continues to tell disgusting lies about me to stop me from being able to save my life and lifelong human and civil rights career.
I keep getting the exceedingly unhelpful advice that I should just change my name and stop fighting for Justice and to restore Due Process and Equal Protection at Yale and Smith College and everywhere.
I seem to get this advice a lot from persons who are just trying to be oh so helpful, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they don’t want to be held accountable for their roles in the witch hunt at Yale that almost got me (an innocent anti-racism Yale grad student and civil rights attorney) killed and destroyed my life.
I will NEVER change my name. Allow me to repeat myself, louder, for those in the back: I will NEVER change my name.
I will NEVER stop fighting for Justice, not just for myself, but for everyone who has been falsely accused and vilified in the Fake News Press and mobbed to suicide by the Moral Outrage Industry via Trial by Twitter without Due Process.
I will NEVER stop fighting to restore Due Process and Equal Protection at Yale and Smith College and everywhere.
It makes me irate when people tell me to change my name.
It is my dead brothers’ name, and I want the whole world to know that they’re MINE.
When Daunte Wright’s family was speaking to the press, after he was shot and killed by a Brooklyn Center, MN police officer, I broke down and sobbed and screamed and wailed, just as Daunte Wright’s aunt sobbed and screamed and wailed into the microphone.
She said it didn’t matter if there was a warrant out for Daunte’s arrest. “We loved him,” she said.
“He was ours,” she cried out in raging grief.
I felt her anguish and pain in that moment.
That’s what I always say. I say that my beautiful red haired guardian angel brothers are MINE. And, I don’t care if they were or weren’t angels during their lifetimes. They were MINE. They are MINE.
So, I will NEVER change my name. I want the whole world to know that my beautiful guardian angel brothers, Aaron James Braasch (09/19/75–02/11/12) and Jacob Michael Braasch (01/28/86–02/02/10) are MY beautiful guardian angel brothers.
They left this world to protect me. They left this world to watch over me. They left this world to guide me through this hellish nightmare and keep me alive and lead me to where I need to be to do the most good.
They give me all of my best philosophical ideas. They tell me what to write.
I loved them. I love them. They’re mine.
I would give anything, even my life, to get to hold them for one more minute, to have one more chance to tell them how much I love and miss them.
I just want to be with them, where they are now. But, I know that I have a job to do here still, a job they are helping me complete.
But, for the rest of this life, I will walk the world alone, without my brothers, without my heart, without my soul.
So, don’t tell me to change my name.
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