On doit des egards aux vivants; on ne doit aux morts que la verite.
Voltaire wrote that to the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe nothing but the truth.
His message, however crudely I've translated it, is one that hasn't reached the family of Leelah Alcorn.
You see, they contacted Tumblr and requested that Leelah's blog--which ended with the suicide note I reproduced in one of my posts last week--be removed. And those fucking cowards at Tumlr went along with it.
I didn't read the entire blog, but I read parts of it--including some that ranted and railed against her family, particularly her mother, who wouldn't recognize her as the girl she was.
It's one thing to say that your trans kid is "going through a phase." It's still another to deny your kid's identity and create a fiction about her suicide. That is what Mrs. Alcorn did in this note:
"My sweet 16 year old son, Joshua Ryan Alcorn went home to Heaven this morning. He went out for an early morning walk and was hit by a truck."
You fucking clueless bitch, your daughter Leelah walked in front of truck barreling down the interstate. She wasn't the victim of some random unfortunate incident; you killed her with your unwillingness to listen to her.
I mean, if you don't want to acknowledge her as the person she was, why can't you at least admit the truth about her death? Maybe you can't give her all of the truth you--and we--owe her, but at least it would be a start.
Instead, you've chosen, in essence, to eliminate all traces of the existence of your daughter.
It looks like you were born a few decades too late to pursue your true calling: You should have been an information or propoganda or some such minister for Hitler or Mao. After all, they wanted to erase the existence of certain people from history.
Since you can't follow that line of work--and look at where it left them in history!--why don't you just honor the love you claim to have had for your child with the only thing it, and she, deserve--the truth.
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