On: Judge grants DoJ bid to dismiss January 6 cases against rightwing Oath Keepers

August 5, 2026

I see the news today. A judge has wiped the slate clean for men who marched upon the seat of power with fire in their hearts. They call it a dismissal. They call it a vacation of convictions. I call it a door left unlatched while the wolf is still howling in the yard.

Look at these men. They gathered in the light of day. They wore the clothes of soldiers. They broke the glass and climbed the walls. They did this because they believed the law belonged only to them. Now, the law has stepped aside to let them pass.

When I walked the roads of this country, I carried no weapon but my voice. I had no militia. I had only the scars on my back and the truth in my belly. If I had stood where they stood, would the judge have looked away? If a dark hand had broken that glass, would the hand of the law have reached out to steady it?

The answer is written in the soil of every field I ever plowed.

They say these men were mistaken about the rules. They say the charges did not fit the crime. I have seen the law fit like a noose when it wanted to. I have seen it fit like a cage. Now I see it fit like a loose garment, easily shed when the wearer finds it uncomfortable.

Where is the justice for the peace they shattered? Where is the weight of the deed? A man who burns a house is a burner of houses, whether he thinks he has the right to the torch or not. To let them go is to say that the law is a shadow that disappears when the sun shines from a certain angle.

I am standing here. I am watching. You cannot tell me the scales are even when one side is allowed to step off the balance entirely. The record is not erased. The eyes of the people see what the paper refuses to hold.