Some silence isnât ignorance. Itâs allegiance. There are women who didnât know.There are women who didnât see.There are women who were misled, manipu
Some silence isnât ignorance. Itâs allegiance.
There are women who didnât know.
There are women who didnât see.
There are women who were misled, manipulated, used.
But thenâ
There are women who knew.
Who saw.
Who felt it in their gut.
Who saw her face change when he entered the room.
Who heard the whispers. Who witnessed the fear.
And stillâstood by him.
Thatâs not confusion. Thatâs complicity.
Sometimes the most dangerous silence isnât born of naivety.
Itâs born of loyaltyâto the wrong one.
Letâs say it clearly:
Some women donât keep secrets because theyâre afraid.
They keep secrets because theyâve decided who they believe deserves protection.
And often, itâs not the Survivor.
𧨠âHe didnât mean it.â
𧨠âHeâs not like that anymore.â
𧨠âBut heâs a good father.â
𧨠âBut he said sorry.â
𧨠âWe donât need to destroy his life.â
No one asked you to destroy his life.
But your silence helps him destroy hers.
And the lives of women who come after her.
Being loyal to a lie is never neutral.
Itâs a choice. A shelter. A cover. A shadow cast on someone elseâs truth.
It says:
âHis comfort matters more than her clarity.â
âHis future matters more than her healing.â
âWhat he did isnât as important as how we look if it gets out.â
But hereâs what that loyalty costs:
⨠It costs the truth.
⨠It costs real sisterhood.
⨠It costs justice.
⨠And it costs the safety of every woman watching, learning what not to say, what not to do, who not to be.
Sometimes people arenât protecting him because heâs innocent.
Theyâre protecting him because theyâre invested in his power.
Because if he falls, everything they built on his image comes crumbling down.
Thatâs not wisdom. Thatâs idolatry.
And weâve lost far too many women, children, families, and communities to the altar of “donât say anything.â
If youâve ever been the one holding the secret, you still have a choice.
You can choose silence.
Or you can choose truth.
Even now.
Even late.
Even after years.
Because silence may protect the harmer.
But truth protects the ones he hasnât hurt yet.
đď¸ To every woman holding the truth in her bones:
Your silence is not safety.
Your silence is not kindness.
Your silence is not neutral.
Truth is the only protection that holds.