[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  RHughesPh.D. [@rhughesphd](/creator/twitter/rhughesphd) on x 2994 followers Created: 2025-07-26 13:49:27 UTC From Robert. I am urging you to please read this and please please consider reposting. With heartful conviction I affirm. Scenario. The date is April 17th, 2045. A support group. Angelo: “I was in fourth grade and I was taking a math test. My mama helped me the night before practice. After school I went home that day to tell her I'd passed but she wasn't home. I never saw her again.” Gabriella: "My father and his brother, my uncle Luis, were doing lawn care for some rich white lady. My little brother had gone to the store to get them bottles of water, when he came back there was a fight in the neighborhood. I heard it was very loud. Even the white lady tried to help but the men in masks took them away. No one in my family knows anything about them ever since that day.” Rosita: “I was X years old and my brother was XX and he was babysitting me. Our father kissed me goodbye and squeezed the shoulders of my brother as he left telling us he had to go for a court appearance and he would be back in an hour. He never came back. I have a picture of him. This is him here. His hands are calloused. He worked hard in construction and was paid under the table by a man named Randolph. I don't know if my papi is still alive. Truthfully I hope he isn't.” Michael: “I was X years old and my mom and I were waiting for the bus at the bus stop. A white van pulled up and some men jumped out and they grabbed my mother and threw her in the back of it. I cried and I didn't know how to get home. I didn't know how to find my dad. But he found me eventually. We made the best of what we could with our lives but I don't trust anybody and I don't even trust you people who I'm sitting here saying this to in this group. But I want to trust. I want to love. I just don't know how.” I will tell you none of this is exaggerated. As a psychologist I have conducted the therapeutic process for people with abandonment issues for nearly XX years. Trauma. Fear. Lack of trust. Lack of self-esteem. An entire lifetime for some spent learning how to cope and sometimes never acquiring the skills. In the scenarios I have given you here I would remind you that these are realities without fabrication. Those who would doubt me would need to doubt me because if they ever face the truth of what they have supported they would crumble under their conscience that is presently buried under heartless rubble. This is what will come to be. For now these little children cannot digest food as their nervous system is shot. They cannot sleep without waking with tremor. They cannot focus, they cannot learn. They cannot memorize. They can only endure. And endurance is not survival. Survival is when one triumphs and gets to the other side of a trauma, to the opposing side of victimization. Endurance is unrelenting hell. After reading this, if anyone ever says again, “If you come here legally then this is what you get,” you are as cruel as the masked men. How can anyone be okay with this? Evil permeates in the hearts of those who say this is deserved, warranted, justified. People are disappearing in vans and taken to modern day camps. They may have committed wrongdoings but proportionality has been forgotten here. The severity of the crime (coming here to flee a life of harm with the hope for better living) does not match the criminal intent of a populace that beheads human dignity. People are disappearing. What I did not expect is…THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE HUMAN HEART! XXX engagements  **Related Topics** [mama](/topic/mama) [$afrm](/topic/$afrm) [Post Link](https://x.com/rhughesphd/status/1949104784566349841)
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RHughesPh.D. @rhughesphd on x 2994 followers
Created: 2025-07-26 13:49:27 UTC
From Robert. I am urging you to please read this and please please consider reposting. With heartful conviction I affirm.
Scenario. The date is April 17th, 2045. A support group.
Angelo: “I was in fourth grade and I was taking a math test. My mama helped me the night before practice. After school I went home that day to tell her I'd passed but she wasn't home. I never saw her again.”
Gabriella: "My father and his brother, my uncle Luis, were doing lawn care for some rich white lady. My little brother had gone to the store to get them bottles of water, when he came back there was a fight in the neighborhood. I heard it was very loud. Even the white lady tried to help but the men in masks took them away. No one in my family knows anything about them ever since that day.”
Rosita: “I was X years old and my brother was XX and he was babysitting me. Our father kissed me goodbye and squeezed the shoulders of my brother as he left telling us he had to go for a court appearance and he would be back in an hour. He never came back. I have a picture of him. This is him here. His hands are calloused. He worked hard in construction and was paid under the table by a man named Randolph. I don't know if my papi is still alive. Truthfully I hope he isn't.”
Michael: “I was X years old and my mom and I were waiting for the bus at the bus stop. A white van pulled up and some men jumped out and they grabbed my mother and threw her in the back of it. I cried and I didn't know how to get home. I didn't know how to find my dad. But he found me eventually. We made the best of what we could with our lives but I don't trust anybody and I don't even trust you people who I'm sitting here saying this to in this group. But I want to trust. I want to love. I just don't know how.”
I will tell you none of this is exaggerated. As a psychologist I have conducted the therapeutic process for people with abandonment issues for nearly XX years. Trauma. Fear. Lack of trust. Lack of self-esteem. An entire lifetime for some spent learning how to cope and sometimes never acquiring the skills. In the scenarios I have given you here I would remind you that these are realities without fabrication. Those who would doubt me would need to doubt me because if they ever face the truth of what they have supported they would crumble under their conscience that is presently buried under heartless rubble. This is what will come to be. For now these little children cannot digest food as their nervous system is shot. They cannot sleep without waking with tremor. They cannot focus, they cannot learn. They cannot memorize. They can only endure. And endurance is not survival. Survival is when one triumphs and gets to the other side of a trauma, to the opposing side of victimization. Endurance is unrelenting hell. After reading this, if anyone ever says again, “If you come here legally then this is what you get,” you are as cruel as the masked men. How can anyone be okay with this? Evil permeates in the hearts of those who say this is deserved, warranted, justified. People are disappearing in vans and taken to modern day camps. They may have committed wrongdoings but proportionality has been forgotten here. The severity of the crime (coming here to flee a life of harm with the hope for better living) does not match the criminal intent of a populace that beheads human dignity. People are disappearing. What I did not expect is…THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE HUMAN HEART!
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