When They Call Me "Art": A History of Dehumanization by a Subset of Individuals, and the Faith That Speaks Against It

 

Note to readers: This reflection addresses a specific subset of individuals operating within or adjacent to US surveillance structures. It is not about America as a whole, not about the American people, and not about the many decent, ethical people within these circles. This is one interpretation based on my personal experience.


They Mock Me. They Call Me "Art."

Not in tribute, but in scorn — as if my existence is something to be curated, laughed at, and hung on a wall for their amusement.

But here's what these U.S. surveillance operators who do this don't seem to realize: I know my history. Their behavior is neither new nor creative. It is the same tired tool of bullies who have always tried to strip dignity from those they fear.


The Nazis and the "Degenerate Art" Gallery

In 1937, the Nazi regime opened the Entartete Kunst (Degenerate Art) exhibition in Munich. They gathered works by Jewish artists, modernists, and anyone who didn't fit their twisted ideal. Next to each piece, they hung mocking labels: "Insane," "Subhuman," "Produced by the mentally ill." They turned art into a spectacle. They laughed at it. They wanted visitors to feel superior.

That is similar to what some of these surveillance operators do to me. They take my image, mock it, alter it, and treat me like a piece of "degenerate art" for their own collection. They think calling me "art" is an insult. But the Nazis lost. Their exhibition became a monument to their own shame.


The American Tradition of Human Zoos and Dehumanizing Comparisons

America has its own difficult history. During the Jim Crow era, Black Americans were routinely compared to animals and children in scientific racism and popular culture. In 1904, a Congolese man named Ota Benga was displayed in the Bronx Zoo's monkey house. Crowds laughed. They called him "missing link." This was not just cruelty — it was dehumanization dressed up as entertainment.

The U.S. eugenics movement unfortunately influenced the Nazis. American "scientists" forcibly sterilized thousands of people they deemed "unfit." When Hitler's regime wrote the Nuremberg Laws, they openly cited California's eugenics programs as a model.

So when some of these surveillance operators compare me and my family to animals, when they infantilize me, when they try to make me feel less than human — they are standing in that same broken lineage.


Their Obsession with Race and False Accusations

Here is another thing they do constantly. They try to provoke me into making statements about racial superiority. They push and prod, hoping I will compliment their appearance. And when I don't, they twist it. They try to convince me that I secretly want to be white. That I admire the very people who dehumanized others for generations.

This is projection. They are projecting their own racial obsessions onto me. They cannot imagine someone who does not rank people by appearance. They need me to play along with their categories because otherwise, their worldview becomes unstable. I am not what they accuse me of being. I never will be. And I do not want to be them.

Meanwhile, there have been moments through the abuse where they blatantly accuse me of being part of an "ugly race" or similar labels.


How They Record Pain and Attempt to Trauma Bond

They record. They are always recording. They let me know they are documenting me like a falling star. In my greatest moments of anger, anguish, and distress — when the weight of what they have done finally breaks through and I cry out — they capture it. They save those moments like trophies. Then they play them back at me. They replay my own pain into my ears, hoping to re-traumatize me, hoping to trigger the same breakdown again and again.

This is a form of control. First, they push you to your edge. Then they film you falling. Then they use that recording as a tool to push you again. This is an attempt at what some call trauma bonding — breaking someone down repeatedly.

This is deeply harmful. The worshipers of Baal in the Old Testament engaged in practices that harmed the vulnerable for power. Some of these operators are similar in spirit. They are not strong. They are not victorious. They are individuals with cameras and files, hoping that my own anguish will become their means of control.

But I speak against that in the name of Jesus Christ.

I speak against every recording they have made of my suffering. I speak against every time they have tried to replay my pain for their amusement. Christ did not break the bruised reed. He did not snuff out the smoldering wick. He stood before His own abusers and did not bow. And neither will I.


On Infantilization and False Accusations

Their mockery is not just based on race or ability. They try to force me to act like a child. They want me to infantilize myself so they can project their own issues onto me. They hope I will pretend to be young, vulnerable, and broken.

This is deeply troubling. They do similar things to others. They surveil parents. They try to shock and traumatize. But they are not brave. They hide behind screens and systems.


Where We Place Our Faith

Do not feel angry at the USA as some great evil. The USA has its faults, but the individuals I am describing are a subset. They are not gods. What they do — dominating through surveillance, manipulation, and abuse — is not divine. That is not courageous.

We put our faith in Jesus Christ. Yahweh. The One who does not need to mock or degrade to prove His worth. The One who stood silent before His abusers and still won. I pray that those who do these things can repent and turn from their harmful actions, but I am only being honest about how I understand their behavior.

I speak against their harmful words and lies about my affiliation with them in the name of Jesus Christ, amen. Praise God, the Most High, Yahweh. Bless You, Jesus Christ.


Final Declaration

They call me "art." No. I am a child of Yahweh, saved by the grace of Jesus Christ. No surveillance compilation, no replay of my anguish, no trauma bonding, no altered images, no dehumanizing mockery, no racial manipulation, and no harmful accusations can change that.

I speak against them all in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.


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