The world should know my case for compensation from Google

 

Joel Savage

“This article is not a lawsuit; it is a declaration. It is my testimony. It is my demand for recognition of the harm I endured, the suppression, the interference, the lost years, and the emotional burden. Whether Google ever acknowledges it is irrelevant. What matters is that I have spoken, clearly and publicly, and now the world can judge for itself.”

 

I have always spoken openly about Google’s conduct toward me. Perhaps no other African writer has documented their clandestine activities as extensively as I have. For years, I have dedicated my life to writing, reporting, and exposing the injustices faced by African communities in Europe. My work is rooted in truth, history, and advocacy. Yet throughout this journey, I have faced a silent but powerful adversary, Google, in collaboration with the Belgian government.

 

What I endured went far beyond low traffic or poor visibility. It was a pattern of suppression, interference, and unexplained technical violations that no writer should ever experience. Google had already destroyed one of our genuine health blogs, a platform dedicated to exposing governments, powerful individuals, and pharmaceutical companies.

 

They were able to do this because the platform we chose, Blogger, belongs to them. One morning, the three of us—myself, Joel Savage, Dutch scientist and microsurgeon Johan van Dongen, and German medical doctor Wolff Geisler—woke up to find that our blog, Secrets of AIDS and Ebola Journal, had completely disappeared. No warning, no explanation, no appeal. A decade of research, evidence, and truth-telling was wiped out overnight. 

 

Our health blog, Secrets of AIDS and Ebola Journal, grew into a global force, a platform read and respected by millions around the world. Its investigative articles exposed governments, powerful individuals, and pharmaceutical companies, and that visibility made it a target. 

A few of those sensitive health articles now appear on my current platform, Blog Juskosave, which also operates under Google’s control. Thus, both Google and the Belgian authorities have targeted this blog as well. However, this time, I refused to be intimidated. I stood my ground and made it clear that I would defend my work.

 

There were long stretches when my blog, despite consistent publishing and global relevance, registered over 15 million reads, and sometimes, registering 10,000 reads, it received only 80 or 100 reads a day under Google’s suppression. Not because my content lacked value, but because the system controlling online visibility buried it. However, the suppression did not stop at traffic.

 

Over the years, I witnessed deeply troubling things: widgets suddenly disabled, essential tools malfunctioning, and features that worked for others mysteriously failing on my blog alone. At times, Google’s platform interfered directly with my HTML code. 

I would update my theme or add legitimate scripts, only to find them altered, blocked, or removed without explanation. These were not isolated glitches. They formed a pattern, a pattern that always seemed to restrict my ability to manage my own site, improve my visibility, or reach my audience.

 

When a corporation controls both the platform and the visibility, such interference becomes more than a technical inconvenience. It becomes a form of silence. I experienced moments where widgets were disabled without warning. Statistics tools stopped functioning. Navigation elements broke. Features that were essential for user engagement were disabled at critical moments. These disruptions were never explained, never acknowledged, and never resolved.

 

They simply appeared, caused damage, and left me to pick up the pieces. No creator should have to fight their own platform just to keep their work alive. If I, as a Black journalist in Belgium, had done anything comparable, tampering with someone’s tools, restricting their access, or causing measurable harm, I would have faced consequences. 

However, when a giant corporation does it, they hide behind “automated systems,” “updates,” and “technical limitations.” Meanwhile, the emotional toll, the frustration, and the lost opportunities fall entirely on the creator.

 

The most painful part is knowing that in Belgium, I have no platform to challenge this injustice. As a Black man, I have learned that the true justice system does not favor people like me. I have no attorney, no institutional support, and no avenue to demand accountability. Google knows this. They operate with impunity because individuals, especially minorities, lack the resources to confront them.

 

However, something changed recently. After implementing technical improvements and structural corrections, I submitted the blog to another search engine, and I started gaining back my readers. The content did not change; only the visibility changed. 

This proves that the suppression I endured was not imaginary. It was structural, measurable, and harmful, and more importantly, it confirms that the years of broken widgets, disabled tools, and altered HTML were not harmless glitches; they were part of a larger pattern that held me back.

 

This is why I believe Google should compensate me, even though I know they won’t grant the request for this compensation matter. The public record and my voice matter. When a corporation’s actions cause harm, intentional or not, they should be held accountable. Even if I stand alone, even if the justice system refuses to hear me, I will still document my truth.

 

This article is not a lawsuit; it is a declaration. It is my testimony. It is my demand for recognition of the harm I endured, the suppression, the interference, the lost years, and the emotional burden. Whether Google ever acknowledges it is irrelevant. What matters is that I have spoken, clearly and publicly, and now the world can judge for itself.

 

The wellness plate: Simple eating habits that transform your health

 

                                   A balanced whole-food wellness plate

Good health doesn’t begin in a hospital or a pharmacy; it begins on the plate in front of us. In a world where fast food and processed meals have become the norm, many people have forgotten that the simplest foods often carry the greatest healing power.

 

The Wellness Plate is a return to basics: a reminder that everyday eating habits can shape our energy, our mood, and our long‑term well‑being. When we choose foods that nourish rather than merely fill, we give our bodies the strength to thrive.

 

Healthy eating is not about strict rules or complicated diets; it is about balance, awareness, and consistency. A Wellness Plate includes colorful vegetables rich in vitamins, fruits packed with antioxidants, whole grains that provide steady energy, and lean proteins that support muscle and tissue repairs.

 

Healthy fats, such as those found in nuts, seeds, and avocados, protect the heart and brain. These simple choices, repeated daily, create a foundation for a stronger, more resilient body. The beauty of the “Wellness Plate” is its flexibility and its adaptation to every culture, every kitchen, and every budget.

 

Whether someone enjoys African stews, Mediterranean salads, Asian soups, or European home cooking, the principles remain the same: choose natural foods, avoid excessive sugar and salt, and let most of your meals come from ingredients that grow from the earth. When we eat closer to nature, the body responds with vitality.

 

Small changes can lead to powerful results, and replacing sugary drinks with water improves digestion and energy. Adding an extra serving of vegetables each day strengthens immunity, while choosing whole grains instead of refined ones stabilizes blood sugar. These are not dramatic transformations; they are simple habits that quietly reshape health over time.

 

One of the biggest challenges today is the rise of ultra‑processed foods. These products are engineered for taste, not health, and often contain excessive sugar, salt, and unhealthy fats. Over time, they contribute to obesity, diabetes, heart disease, and weakened immunity.

 

Choosing natural foods is not only a nutritional decision but also an act of self‑preservation. Every meal becomes an opportunity to protect your future health. Healthy living also includes mindful eating. This means paying attention to what we eat, how we eat, and why we eat.

 

When good nutrition and physical activity come together, they create a powerful synergy that enhances every aspect of life. Regular movement, whether walking, stretching, dancing, or gardening, boosts circulation, strengthens the heart, and supports mental health.

 

The “Wellness Plate” is more than a way of eating; it is a lifestyle of respect for the body. It encourages mindful choices, gratitude for food, and awareness of how nutrition influences every part of life. When we nourish ourselves well, we think better, move better, sleep better, and live better. True wellness begins with what we place on our plate.

What happens to my voice when I’m no longer alive to defend it?

 

What will happen to my articles when I am gone?”

There comes a moment in every truth-teller’s life when the question of legacy stops being abstract and becomes painfully real. It is not death itself that troubles my mind, but the silence that may follow, the possibility that the articles I fought to publish, the truths I risked comfort to expose, could be buried by systems that never wanted them to exist.

 

If I am alive today and can already witness the manipulation, suppression, and relentless resistance against my articles by those who believe they are above the law and those who violate their own rules and abuse their authority to silence truth, then what will happen to my work when I am no longer here? What will happen to my articles when I am gone?”

 

In an age where digital platforms act as both gatekeepers and executioners of information, this fear is not unfounded. Articles can vanish without explanation. Histories can be quietly rewritten. Entire narratives can be pushed into obscurity with a single algorithmic decision. When a writer is alive, they can resist, repost, rebuild, and shout back.

 

However, when they are gone, who stands guard over their words? Who ensures that their testimony is not swallowed by the very forces they spent a lifetime confronting? Anyone who doesn't want to live a double life, doesn't want to adopt the identity of an oppressor, and doesn't want to accept criminality should ask themselves this question.

 

A voice that has touched people does not die. Once a message enters the world, it begins to live in the minds, memories, and archives of those who encountered it. Even when platforms attempt to bury a story, readers carry it forward. Screenshots, saved files, shared links, and publications on other platforms become a decentralized archive that no corporation can fully erase.

 

A determined voice, once released, becomes a kind of wildfire, difficult to contain, impossible to extinguish. Still, the responsibility remains. Those who write against injustice must think beyond the present moment. They must preserve their work in multiple places, build independent archives, and ensure that their truth does not depend on the goodwill of any single platform.

 

This is not paranoia; it is strategy. It is the same instinct that kept suppressed histories alive for generations, long before the digital age. In the end, the question is not only about death but about continuity. A voice survives when it refuses to be confined to one space. A legacy endures when it is scattered widely enough that no single hand can silence it.

 

They say experience is the best teacher, and everything I have endured under the control of invisible, ruthless forces has taught me a valuable lesson. If my articles had never been tampered with, if my widgets had never been disabled, and if posts had never been secretly removed from my blog, I would never have learned the importance of spreading my work across multiple platforms.

 

Since I experienced and witnessed it, my current readers, and even those yet unborn, have nothing to fear. If one day they visit ‘Blog Juskosave’—https://juskosave.blogspot.com, while alive or dead, and find themselves blocked from reading my articles, they should simply look for them elsewhere. For example, I had already published this article on several other sites before posting it on my blog.

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