Dear Troll,
I just thought to pen this note to you. I try to understand you. I really do. But I still come up short.
Sometimes, I try to imagine that maybe there is a world of pain inside of you, blinding you and causing you to lash out to feel a different emotion for a change – anger. Just so that you can feel better about yourself.
But then again, is that an excuse?
I watched you attack Pete and I cowered in fear, careful to avoid the ire you would unleash on me if I dared to speak up. Pete made a small mistake and he paid dearly for it. Then he owned up and apologized to all the parties involved.
But you, dear Troll, took it upon yourself to be judge, jury, and executioner. You were not involved at all but you joined others and your reaction was the harshest. That was the day you killed your conscience.
There was Oma, trolled for her weight and body-shamed in ways no one should ever experience. What about Olly? Remember the amputee you made crude jokes about? Rather than encourage her as the survivor she was and still is, you listed everything wrong with the way she was and things she missed out on.
Those words were dark and I cried for all the Ollys that would come across them, feel their bite, and immediately feel even more unworthy and unloved.
Tunde, David, Nneoma, Caroline…the list is unending Troll. No one you set your eyes and fingers on is spared. You come for the single, married, young, and old. Your sting does not discriminate. And you take sadistic pride in it.
Your timeline is a cesspit of negativity, but I wanted to uncover the face behind the trolling. Sadly, I have not been successful, because you created the account strictly for your troll cravings.
Only one reason came to mind – you are too much of a coward to receive what you dish out.
Well, today, I’m pissed off.
Do you remember Pamela? I’m sure you have so many victims so I’ll take you down memory lane. Remember the lady you trolled painstakingly as though you had a personal vendetta against her?
Well, today is her funeral. She couldn’t take it anymore and she decided to put an end to it all.
What you don’t know is she was the kindest soul that ever lived. Her only “crime” was her anorexia and you teased her every day, laughing and spewing vile hate about the thinness of her body and her zero percent chance of ever finding love.
The name-calling and insulting threads were seemingly never-ending, as you sought to recruit more online trolls against her. You were successful in your goal, while she cried every daydreaming up a thousand ways to die. What I struggle to wrap my head around is that she never did anything to you. Not a little finger was lifted in your direction.
I hope you have a deep reflection and rethink this negative legacy of yours. The anonymity offered by social media will not be a permanent hiding place.
One day, Troll, one day, the wind will blow so strong, and the umbrella you hide under will topple over, revealing all that you think is hidden.
Those words you throw around are like seeds on fertile ground. They will grow and you will harvest them one day. I hope you will be ready for the poisonous harvest you are sure to have.
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Love,
Diane
