I will call Antifa what it is: a terrorist organization. Their actions speak louder than their defenders’ excuses.
I do not need anyone to define Antifa for me, because the fire in American streets already wrote its definition in smoke and ash. Some insist that Antifa does not exist, as if denial could erase the wreckage left behind. I have watched cities burn, seen businesses collapse, and heard threats that chill the soul, yet I am told this is a figment of imagination. If Antifa is truly imaginary, then the flames that consumed Portland and the blood spilled in the summer of 2020 must also be hallucinations. A man can close his eyes to the sun, but he cannot stop the daylight from shining.
The facts are blunt. Antifa operates as a terrorist
organization. They march under the banner of anarchy, not democracy, and their
mission is as clear as a sharpened blade: overthrow the federal government by
force. Their members are not peace activists or misunderstood idealists—they
are anarchists who romanticize chaos. They view every riot as rehearsal for a
civil war they intend to spark. And the world’s most dangerous fantasy is one
that arms itself with gasoline, explosives, and hatred.
Democrats who pretend Antifa is nothing more than a
hashtag insult the victims whose lives were turned into ash heaps. In 2020,
more than 20 people died as a direct result of their riots. Lives were cut
short, families were shattered, and communities were left in ruins. That was
not protest; that was political terrorism. Yet those deaths are brushed aside,
replaced with slogans about equity and inclusion. I find it astonishing that
city councils hold Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion festivals while Antifa hurls
Molotov cocktails down the street. When the roof is on fire, you do not host
a tea party in the living room.
The tactics of Antifa prove coordination. They train
their members in hand-to-hand combat and in strategies for attacking police. I
have seen reports of their training sessions, where ex-military individuals are
brought in to sharpen the skills of these radicals. They disguise their combat
lessons as “self-defense classes,” but their true aim is violence. Their
weapons are not just sticks and stones—they have introduced burning
guillotines, firebombed cars, and even targeted ice trucks. These are not the
actions of peaceful citizens but of militants perfecting their art of terror.
Portland became their playground, their battlefield,
their home-field advantage. Every weekend looked like a warzone, with trashcan
lids turned into shields and umbrellas raised as weapons. They mocked the law
openly. And as they attacked officers, burned property, and menaced residents,
city leaders distracted themselves with cultural festivals, as though symbolic
parades could scare away street militias. Their arrogance was not hidden; it
was shouted in chants calling for death. “Kill yourself, drop dead, your old
blood is beautiful.” Those are not the words of activists—they are the words of
fanatics who see violence as poetry.
I have heard Antifa defenders ask why arrests never seem
to stick. The answer is another hard fact: Antifa trains its members for
arrests. They prepare for jail like soldiers prepare for deployment. They know
they will be bailed out immediately, provided lawyers, and shielded by networks
of mutual aid. Arrest is a brief inconvenience, not a deterrent. When criminals
treat handcuffs as mere accessories, justice has lost its teeth. A lion that
refuses to roar invites the jackal to feast.
Money fuels this machinery of chaos. Legal
representation, bail funds, organized training—all of this costs money, and
someone is paying for it. Denying Antifa’s existence while its war chest keeps
growing is like pretending the sound of a drum is just thunder while watching
the drummer pound away. To cut off Antifa, one must cut off the finances that
sustain it. Until then, every brick they throw and every match they strike is
indirectly sponsored by those who hide behind the curtain.
The danger they pose goes beyond smashed windows and
charred police stations. Antifa is not satisfied with riots; they hunger for
civil war. They imagine themselves as revolutionaries, the chosen vanguard of a
coming socialist uprising. Their rhetoric is not about reform but about
destruction. They want to tear down the entire American system, brick by brick,
flame by flame. This is not my speculation—it is their confession. And I take
confessions seriously, because history is filled with tyrants who told the
world their plans before carrying them out. The greatest mistake a nation can
make is to laugh at the wolf while it circles the flock.
The summer of 2020 was their dress rehearsal, and the
violence since then has been their encore. They showed the country what they
could do, and the silence of leaders only emboldened them. When politicians
dismiss Antifa as an illusion, they give cover to an organization that thrives
on denial. I refuse to play that game. I will call Antifa what it is: a
terrorist organization. Their actions speak louder than their defenders’
excuses.
Stopping them requires clarity and courage. They must be
treated as terrorists, their networks investigated, and their funding exposed.
You cannot negotiate with those who chant for blood or who find beauty in
threats of death. You cannot reason with anarchy. You can only confront it with
strength. And strength does not come from hashtags or DEI panels; it comes from
law enforcement armed with the power to cripple their financial and
organizational base.
For too long, America has allowed this invisible army to
parade in broad daylight. Some close their eyes, some shrug, and others pretend
that nothing is wrong. But I have seen enough to know that pretending Antifa is
imaginary is the biggest lie of our time. The flames are real, the threats are
real, and the dead are real. You cannot wash the blood off by saying it
never spilled.
Antifa is not a myth whispered on cable news—it is a
violent movement that has already taken lives, destroyed property, and seeks to
dismantle the United States itself. The danger is not in exaggerating their
power, but in underestimating it. To say they do not exist is to invite them to
grow stronger, bolder, and deadlier. America cannot afford such blindness.
Antifa exists, and until the nation admits it, the fires they set will keep
burning.
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