To My Critics

An open letter to those that have attempted to silence my voice – Aldo Mondragon is not silenced, nor is he afraid. If anything, he is irritated. If you are going to attempt to debate me, please do so with eloquence. If you are going to deride me, please do so with wit. And if you are going to threaten me, do so without subtlety. I am a man of the people – did you not expect me to find out that my silence comes with a cost attached? You are not the first to try me, and will not be the last to do so.

This means that my words now have a life beyond my own. If I am struck down, I will gladly be a martyr to the freedoms that I hold so dear. But I ask of my antagonists – and of the city as a whole – what precedent does it set that a man can be killed only for the words he says and the passions he has? While I may not know who signed the offer for my silence, I have my suspicions. I am not a fool, blathering along ignorantly in the dark – I too can pay for the same groups to protect me. And I dare to say that I am certainly more likely to find takers to protect me than people seeking my harm. I stated to all of Kintargo that Aldo Mondragon could not be bought – know that his silence cannot be bought either. I will no sooner stop speaking and writing than I would stop breathing.

My words sustain me. And while there are those who seek to harm me, know this – I hold a weapon that can cause more harm than you could imagine. I hold the weapon of the keen mind, the sharp blade of information. Whatever deeds are planned in the dark will always be brought back into the light. To those that ask why I do not hide, why I do not run, I offer this:

You will see me.

You will not see me run, you will not see me hide.

Those who want me silenced, you are my new muse, and I mean that not as a compliment. I will work ten times harder than before. I will create art and so much that you cannot ignore. I will devote myself to taking apart the very machinations that you cling to so dearly. I will leave a mark beyond anything that you can dream of. And when I am done, and you look back on what I have accomplished, you will realize that this day – you were unable to buy silence. You were unable to force your will on the populace. But by doing so….you ignited the flame.

I refuse to hide, and I do not fear you.

“Lo! Even Death itself fears the pure and free, because it knows it cannot take from them.”
- The Heroine, Act 3, Scene 4.

You will see me.

A.M.

To My Critics

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