This coup doesn’t come with tanks or sirens. It comes with silence, distraction, and unchecked power. And if we don’t name it now, we risk forgetting who we are.

I’ve been sitting with this truth for weeks—watching, praying, listening, and discerning.
Today, I feel moved to speak—not with fear or fury, but with clarity and care.

Because something is happening in America. Something urgent. Something dangerous.
Something many people feel, but can’t quite name.

We are living through a coup.
One that is both silent and open.
Silent—because it’s happening slowly, methodically, through policies, platforms, and disinformation.
And open—because its architects are not hiding. They speak plainly. They act boldly. They move like no one will stop them.

This isn’t a theory. This isn’t a metaphor.
It’s a coordinated effort to dismantle democracy and replace it with something colder, smaller, and controlled. And most Americans are either too distracted, too exhausted, or too disillusioned to see it for what it is.

This isn’t just political. It’s deeply personal.
It touches our schools, our homes, our freedoms, our health, and our futures.
And I need you to see it. Not to panic—but to wake up.

Let me tell you why this matters so much to me.

I’m the third child and oldest daughter of eight children, raised in Mississippi.
That’s where the core of me was shaped.

When I was thirteen, my mother was killed instantly in a tragic car crash.
That pain could’ve hardened me. But it didn’t catch me.

What caught me—what carried me—was love.
Family. Community. Faith. Education. Opportunity.
These weren’t abstract ideas. They were lifelines. They saved me. They built me.

I studied Fashion Merchandising and Design at Mississippi State University.
I was selected for the Fashion Board. I completed my internship in the Bay Area.
And then I stepped into the dream I had as a little girl: I became an international model.

I lived and worked in San Francisco.
I walked the runways of Milan.
I carried with me what I believed America was all about: possibility, beauty, purpose, and freedom.

But that America—the one that shaped me—is under attack.

There is something calculated and cruel rising in this country.
And it’s rising in public.

A handful of men—billionaires, ideologues, and technocrats—are using their power to bend this nation toward control, not compassion.

Peter Thiel funds platforms and candidates who erode civil liberties.
Curtis Yarvin writes openly about replacing democracy with authoritarian rule—and he has said he’s unbothered by the idea of slavery returning.
Elon Musk manipulates the digital public square, shaping conversation and culture through access and ego.
J.D. Vance, once critical of Trump, now stands proudly in line behind the machine.

They aren’t hiding.
They are building a version of America where truth is optional, wealth is righteousness, and the powerful remain untouched.

And they are not acting alone.

They are supported by a Republican Party that has abandoned facts for faction.
That trades ethics for expediency.
That stokes fear and division on camera, then quietly signs laws that make us less free and less safe.

This is not a system that’s failing.
It is a system being broken—intentionally, methodically, and with massive funding.

They are targeting:

• Women’s rights

• Workers’ rights

• Reproductive freedom

• Public education

• Voting access

• LGBTQ+ existence

• Elders’ security

• The spirit of collective possibility

And they are especially targeting Black and Brown men.
Over-policed. Underpaid. Misrepresented. Mistreated.
Shut out of wealth. Framed as threats. Excluded from conversations about power and liberation.

This is not left versus right.
This is truth versus deception.
People versus profit.
Compassion versus control.

And still—I have hope.

Because I believe in people.
Because I believe in faith.
Because I believe in truth.

Just this past week, we saw Senator Cory Booker stand on the Senate floor and speak with strength, history, and moral clarity.
He wasn’t stalling. He was teaching.
That is what real resistance looks like: not rage, but courage. Not chaos, but clarity.

We see others too.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Cori Bush. Jasmine Crockett. Ayanna Pressley. Bernie Sanders.
They are speaking out—not for attention, but for justice.

Even a few billionaires—Abigail Disney, Nick Hanauer—are standing against the systems that once served them.

We are not alone.
But we are needed.

Because this coup only succeeds if we stay confused, distracted, divided, or silent.

And I refuse to be silent.
Because I remember who we are.

We are the ones who build.
Who raise. Who teach. Who tend.
Who birth. Who lead. Who fight.
Who pray. Who protect. Who rise.

We are the soul of this country.
We are the ones the system tries to forget—but cannot erase.

What saved me—and what will save us—is faith, family, community, education, and opportunity.
That dream isn’t dead. But it is in danger.

And this moment? It doesn’t just ask for outrage.
It asks for wisdom.
It asks for unity.
It asks for bold, grounded action.

Because America still belongs to us.
And the dream we’ve been chasing? It’s still worth fighting for.

If this stirred something in you, don’t scroll past it.
Share it. Speak it.
Take it to your book club, your church, your family dinner, your classroom, your boardroom.

You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be present.
You don’t need permission. If you’re breathing, you’ve already been called.

So let’s stay attentive.
Stay aligned.
Stay loving.

We don’t rise by accident.
We rise on purpose.
And we rise—together.