To the angry bearded man in Devonport - I care about you and your children

I am currently in the VaxXed Bus on the way home from a very successful (and tiring) tour of Tasmania. Having been on the road for over 5 weeks, I’m looking forward to getting home to my husband, my house and my own bed!

There are many high points to this trip, some of which I’ll discuss in later posts, but one that really sticks in my mind is an encounter with an angry man in Devonport - our last stop.

The kindness of strangers

Along the way, we’ve had many wonderful meetings with total strangers who were intrigued by the bus and all of the signatures on it. We spoke with them and explained that this is a mobile film studio, recording the experiences of the vaccine injured, the loved-ones of those who’ve died as a result of vaccines and those who have chosen not to take or give vaccines - either childhood or the COVID experimental injection.

There was the long-time AVN member who happened to see the bus at a petrol station South of Sydney. She and her husband were fuelling up at the same station. While she and I were talking and taking photos, her husband went in and paid for our fuel (several hundred dollars!)

And the couple who we met in Bicheno who invited us back to their house at Swansea for the night and made an incredible homemade dinner for us and showed us such hospitality and love!

There are so many more people whose paths crossed ours and who we will now consider to be our friends - the best part of the VaxXed tours for us - aside from the satisfaction of seeing like-minded communities start up and the relief of the vaccine injured at finally being believed.

Not everyone is on-side

Even if they disagree with what we are doing, they are generally interested to know more and we can see that they are starting to think about what we’ve said.

Numbers of dead or injured are just that - numbers. We can distance ourselves from the reality that each of those numbers represents a person, a family, a community. After all, when a loved one is vaccine-injured, so too are the rest of their family who is left to pick up the pieces and others who care about them.

But those names and their stories on the bus are very real and hard to ignore.

So when I got off the bus in Devonport after speaking with a woman who had lost custody of her children because she is no longer able to care for them after a serious COVID jab injury, I didn’t really expect to see a very large, very angry bearded man yelling at Nina, my assistant.

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Ignorance of stupidity?

Apparently, before I came out, this person had come past the tables, the volunteers and the placards of people who have died after COVID jabs (more about that in a later post) and yelled out - “I hope you have a medical degree!”

Nina had gone up to him and said, we’re not giving medical information so we don’t need it. She said we have a lot of books written by medical doctors and we are a voice for those who’ve been killed or injured by vaccines.

He kept walking and Nina said would you like to come back and talk but he just kept walking.

A few minutes later when I left the bus, he walked back again and Nina asked, would you like to have that conversation now? He yelled out, “You’re a combative bitch!”

Well, there was no way I was going to let that go!

So I went over and asked if he wanted to speak to me.

He spat back, “No” and started walking away. I called after him, why don’t you want to talk? You might learn something to your benefit.

He called back that he was in the park with his kids and he didn’t need to talk to a bunch of anti-vaxxers.

I replied that Nina and I both have children who vaccines have injured and that’s why we wanted to make sure that people were able to make informed choices so they and their loved ones didn’t end up like the people on the placards, dead of vaccines.

He yelled out - “I don’t care about you or your kids!”

And I replied, but I care about you and your children.

With that, he was gone.

Ignorance is curable

My grandfather who had very little formal education but was one of the smartest men I’ve ever known told me once that stupidity couldn’t be cured but ignorance could and not doing anything to overcome ignorance was the height of stupidity.

This man was triggered by the fact that people were sharing information that might have implied he’d made the wrong decision by himself and his children. His ignorance and unwillingness to even LOOK at the other side of such an important issue made him stupid.

We all come from a place of ignorance when it comes to vaccines and medical procedures, but for those of us who seek out or accept knowledge, we become informed - regardless of what decision we ultimately make.

If we reject information because it contradicts our closely-held but uninformed beliefs, that makes us stupid.

Be offended by what I’m saying or not - it doesn’t matter to me. I’m past being concerned about people being insulted by what I say because I never, ever try to hurt someone with my words. But sometimes, the truth hurts and political correctness hurts us all.

It is simply true that turning your back on information that can help you or even save your life is the peak of stupidity.

So to this man in Devonport who is making decisions for himself and for his children without availing himself of the information that is presented to him, I care about you and your family and hope that you will make informed choices in future.