Happy Mother’s Day - Brutal Edition
This is my first mother’s day without a mom.
That day comes for everyone, in this case far too soon. My mother Rosemary Johnson suffered and died from domestic violence over a lifetime. First beaten and abused by her husband, my father Alfred Johnson, for 40 years. From the beginning of their marriage in the mid 1980s, to almost the day he died in 2023. Then strangled and stabbed to death in a river of blood by my younger brother Devin Johnson in late 2025, finishing the job our father started.
My mother was a sweet and gentle woman who did not deserve this life or fate. She paid for her mistakes 100x over, literally in her own blood. Her death marks one of the most brutal murders in the history of Cape Coral, with consequences that will echo in our family tree for 100 years.
This mother’s day I want to remind you that there are many mothers like my mom: quietly getting beaten black, blue, and bloody by their husbands. It’s sick, revolting, and evil.
These mothers are trapped in a bottomless pit of abuse. The abuser would rather die than stop the beatings, and the woman would rather die than leave the abuser.
There are worse things than divorce in this world. Murder and domestic violence are two such examples.
To all the mothers who follow me, you should have a zero tolerance policy for domestic violence in your life. None, literally zero. You have an obligation to obey your husband, especially when you disagree. That obligation ends the second fists start flying at you or your children. Run.
Two of my siblings are domestic abusers. One a murderer facing death row. They are this way because this is how our father raised them to be, how he trained and conditioned them by instruction and example for decades. This was their normal. Using violence, fists, and knives to solve problems.
My sisters for their part, I have disowned and condemned. I accept zero responsibility for the sinful, wicked, two faced, crooked lives they live. They betrayed our mother on the day of her funeral, our grandma weeps from heaven even now.
They have spent most of their adult lives running cover for the sins, violence, and abuses of our father. They would sooner see our baby brother swing from a tree than tell the truth about our dad. One of them spent the entire day of our mother’s funeral screaming and yelling like a maniac, requiring police to get involved at St. Andrew’s Church in Cape Coral. A sickening level of disrespect for a murdered mother.
To those of you who are the adult children of abused mothers (and abused fathers), you owe it to your parents, your ancestors, and entire family tree to tell the truth openly and plainly. I have honored the life, suffering, and death of my mother by having the moral courage to tell the truth when no one else would. When people were screaming at me, when I was being assaulted and censored.
I’m thankful that the eulogy for my mother was read by over 1.5 million people this year. I hope many more millions learn the truth about my family and are inspired to speak up about domestic abuse. Ending the silence of domestic violence is the only way to bring an end to the madness.
Have mercy on my brother Devin. He has become a monster no doubt. But he is a tragic monster. He was beaten, abused, and neglected his entire life. He wasn’t born this way, he was made this way. Our father handed him that knife from the grave. He does not deserve to be executed and my mother would not want her youngest child killed. What mother would? I’ve seen enough death.
If you want to hate someone, hate my father, who made my mother suffer in agony for nearly half a century.
I have no mercy for my father, the same way he had none for my mother, my brother, and me.
Happy mother’s day.
/s/ Anthony Dream Johnson
Father, Husband, Patriarch, Apex Alpha Male
1st President of the Manosphere (retired)