No, I’m Not That David Hogg

My fascinating and terrifying glimpse into the hatred of the alt-right

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March For Our Lives, an organization co-founded by my namesake (Photo by Joanna Nix-Walkup on Unsplash)
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One of the weirder “One Year Ago” posts I’ve ever made. (photo by author)
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Photo by Robert Jones via Pixabay

Things turn ugly

I probably got my first death threat within 24 hours and it only grew from there. At its peak, almost every tweet I made — and I tweet a lot — would get replies ranging from insults to expressions of disappointment that I hadn’t been one of the victims.

Literally the least I could do

People often asked me if it bothered me to get that kind of abuse, and my answer was always “no”. Getting death threats intended for someone else isn’t nearly as disturbing as getting one intended for you — that’s a story for another day — and I’d already been blocked by Trump for pointing out his lies. I didn’t have any popularity on the far right to lose.

Irritating the right on my own behalf

The courts forced Trump to unblock me in the fall of 2018, and I’ve gone back to pointing out the lies in his tweets. I’m also trying to elevate BIPOC voices and keep people informed about the COVID-19 pandemic, especially in Michigan.

Freelance writer and data scientist in Metro Detroit. Covered pro sports for and the Associated Press before COVID-19. Mentally ill and not ashamed.

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