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... he shift did not begin with outrage.
It began with quiet.
Not the old silence—the protective, institutional kind.
A different quiet.
The kind that falls over a crowd when it realizes it has gone too far.
It happened in the hours after dawn, when the previous night’s arguments had cooled and people reread what they had written.
Clips that felt righteous at midnight felt harsher in daylight.
Screenshots taken in urgency looked different in st ...
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