A year ago by Alex Berenson – SubStack
That hot August night 12 months ago, it felt like someone had duct-taped my mouth shut.
Yes, I’d feared Twitter might ban me permanently if I kept telling the truth about the Covid vaccines. How could I not? On July 30, 2021, Twitter had locked my account after I did nothing more than report the results of Pfizer’s own vaccine clinical trial.
That “strike” was my fourth. One more and I’d be gone for good.
But the actual reality of August 28 – the moment I could no longer communicate with the hundreds of thousands of people who followed me or the millions reading my tweets – came as a shock.
Anyone who says being publicly “canceled” isn’t painful hasn’t had it happen.
The act is not merely meant to silence. It is meant to shame; you are so dangerous we aren’t even going to allow you to speak. And it is meant to be permanent. It is a show trial that ends in a life sentence, no appeal possible.
It is meant to be painful.
(Guess again, little bird)
That “Thanks, Twitter” is a particularly nice touch!
After that fourth strike, I tried to protect myself – highlighting the risk of the censorship I feared – even as I reported accurately.
I suppose some part of me hoped that as long as I stuck to the data and avoided conspiracy theories, Twitter would keep the promises it had made to me.
(Unicorns all the way down)
I was wrong.
In an instant, I lost what was by far my most powerful platform for journalism, one that offered free access to people around the world. Twitter gave me the chance to speak out in real time about the unprecedented medical experiment we’d conducted on a billion people, an experiment that continues to this day.