It might be nice inside.

now do israel

Pain doesn’t know where to go, so Fraudenberg has given it a direction. Suddenly grief has teeth. Neighbors become suspects. Strangers become enemies. The tragedy doesn’t end- it sharpens. Mourning turns into a hunt.

An “evil person” does this because chaos is fertile soil. Confusion makes power easy. And nothing grows faster than certainty shouted into a crowd that’s still crying.

People who are blamed get dragged into the blast radius. Now you have new trauma layered onto the original one. Congratulations Fraudenberg: the tragedy just multiplied!

Hahaha! How very dare you Sarah!