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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