Ending the Silence of Domestic Violence
One word at a time
What’s up my fellow apex alpha males, welcome back to another episode of your favorite newsletter/blog.
Today’s edition is going to include a few recent posts from my Facebook account that have gained significant traction. In sharing these I hope to inspire more of you generally to speak the truth clearly and boldly - with enough blunt force to break the bones of lies.
What I’m fighting against more specifically is the silence of domestic violence. I’m fighting to tell the truth about what happened to my mother and our entire family at the hands of my father for decades, and yet it is women who are the most aggressive silencers of truth. It has been quite nasty and personal, the degree and scope of harassment I’ve faced over this issue.
I’m not the first black sheep in a family to speak up about hidden abuse this horrendous, but my tenacity for justice and pro-confrontation audacity are unusual.
Fundamentally I believe that most people categorically underestimate the power of language, particularly when your tongue is as sharp as a knife and you are absolutely focused on the truth.
The liars understand this however, hence their extreme aggression to silence, undermine, and censor speech by any means necessary. All these conflicts I’ve experienced, and the posts you will read below going viral, are a testament to this.
My Mom’s Birthday
Post #1 from February 3rd 2026 - 114,000 views
It’s my mom’s birthday today. She was murdered a few months ago, stabbed to death over 100 times by my baby brother. This picture from her wedding day marks the worst decision and largest mistake of her life. For the following 40 years my father beat and abused her, nearly until the day he died in 2023. She suffered in silence and shame like many women of her generation. Her entire adult life and death were profound tragedies of equal scope. She suffered domestic violence for decades and then literally died from it. While my brother may be guilty of murder, he is not guilty of the long chain of events that led to it, beginning before his own birth and even my own. My mother’s ultimate killer was her husband, Alfred Johnson. My brother only finished what my father started in the early 1980s.
I alone have fought a war for years to tell the truth about these events and issues of family violence, beginning in 2016. I have been especially vocal since 2023 about this secret history in spite of intense opposition, abuse, stalking, defamation, and harassment.
I persist because the truth is always worthy fighting for. Evil is always worth destroying. And I know my mother looks down fondly on me from heaven for holding my father accountable. I know she is ashamed of those who would fight to cover up and mitigate this history of evil. I know my father looks up on me from the depths of hell where he burns eternal for crimes against his wife and sons.
“Mercy for the guilty is cruelty to the innocent”
Happy birthday mom. Your favorite granddaughter misses you.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Post #2 from February 4th 2026 - 340,000 views
My father was a ruthlessly violent alcoholic. He beat and abused my mother, my brother, and myself for about 40 years. He threatened to kill my grandma, mom, and aunt an untold number of times. These threats were genuine and serious.
My brother now faces the death penalty for the 1st degree murder of our mother.
Our sisters were never beaten even once. They have been fully, even aggressively complicit in covering up this revolting history of family violence. Since my father died in 2023 they have gone even further in a campaign to white wash this history of evil and abuse. They say it’s what my mother wanted.
I don’t care.
Hiding and enabling domestic violence - particularly this horrific and long standing - is the exact reason my mother is dead at the hands of her own youngest child. My brother snapped after a lifetime of being abused and lied to. Most people would have crumbled far sooner under the weight of these lies.
My sisters know the truth. My older sister in particular witnessed domestic violence before even my own birth. She is more clever and lies usually by omission.
They are “between a rock and a hard place” now. They know full well that our mother would not want our brother executed. She loved him and did her best to get him help. It was far too little, far too late. It was too late when my father started using my head as a punching bag in the late 90s - when many of you knew me in elementary and middle school.
This alone was felony child neglect, not reporting this to law enforcement. It is only excusable in that she legitimately feared for her own life.
What will my sisters do now? Most likely they will watch our baby brother hang from a tree before they tell the truth about our father. Before they expose themselves as stone cold liars and frauds. They’ve spent years on social media venerating our father as a “great man” with a “heart of gold”.
His heart was filled with malice and sadistic evil.
They will watch our own brother die before rightfully throwing our father under the bus where he belongs. That is the degree to which they will deny reality and remain loyal to a violent micro-cult leader.
This is how they survived growing up in our household too. Running, hiding, crying, denying what was happening. This is not uncommon for domestic violence survivors who are exposed to this level of brutality.
The thing is, we aren’t kids anymore.
At least I’m not, which is why I have for years been telling the truth about these issues. Over and over again. Much to the dismay of our mother.
My sisters hate my guts for telling the truth. Many of my extended family hates me for telling the truth.
What morally disgusting animals you have to be to hate a man for telling the truth so clearly and with full passion.
I hate domestic violence with every bone in my body. Against women, men, children, everyone. I have seen it all. It’s a great evil that persists because so many people are silenced by their own family.
I hope my example continues to inspire many of you to speak up and end the silence of domestic violence. It is a central reason my mother is dead and my brother is facing death row.
My testimony to decades of domestic abuse may be the only thing that prevents my brother from being electrocuted in the end. I expect my sisters to remain silent or lie. They will watch their own brother get executed before telling one ounce of truth about how vile their father was - against their own mother first and foremost.
Hurt People, Hurt People
Post #3 from February 6th 2026
Frankenstein is not responsible for his own creation. My brother was a sweet and gentle kid, who was born into a horrific train wreck of family violence. “Hurt people, hurt people” as the saying goes. I escaped my father’s legacy of violence, my brother did not. My life is the exception to the rule when domestic abuse is this persistent and severe - and he had it even worse than me.
You rarely hear from adults who survived violence and abuse this extreme, because most of them are in prison, dead, or living under a bridge sticking needles in their arms. They are taught to hate themselves and to be violent towards others their entire childhood. Self-destruction and violent relationships are the norm for them until the end.
Above all, anyone blaming my mother’s murder on “mental illness” alone and ignoring the context of domestic violence spanning ~40 years is absolutely dishonest or delusional. My baby brother was aggressively conditioned to be this way. It’s what our father taught him by example - particularly violence and abuse towards our mother.
My father even tried stabbing my mom to death in December of 2022, my brother stopping him and saving her.
Above all my mom would not want Devin to be killed. Not even after her own brutal murder. He was her baby and she suffered her own crushing guilt for what Devin was exposed to.
It’s nice to see these short posts gaining real traction on social media. The issues are real and the devastation is real. I’ve been banned or shadow banned off of most social media platforms but at least my original Facebook profile still works. Local news outlets pay close attention to it now as well.
My knee will stay on the neck of lies until each little lie is snuffed out.
/s/ Anthony Dream Johnson
P.S.
I will need your help on my next major truth project.