Our story didn’t start in a boardroom — it started in our living room, on a kitchen table covered in paint, cardboard, and the kind of exhaustion that comes from showing up again and again. We made signs, we made noise, we made ourselves heard… for a day. Then the poster went in the corner, and the cycle started over.
We wanted something that didn’t fade when the protest ended.
We wanted something you could wear into the grocery store, the school pickup line, the office meeting — something that forced the truth into the room with you.
Because if the truth makes you uncomfortable, that’s the point.
Look away if you want, but the consequences of your policies, your silence, your “not my problem” don’t disappear just because you do.
