Canada and the Privileged LadyBy Truth SpeaksCanada watched her like a storm on a lake—drawn in by the noise, yet cautious of the damage. They called her privileged, polished, a leader. But Roy called her none of those things. He was blunt: no leader at all.She moved through rooms like a storm aware of the cameras—sharp smile, head tilted just

Canada and the Privileged LadyBy Truth SpeaksCanada watched her like a storm on a lake—drawn in by the noise, yet cautious of the damage. They called her privileged, polished, a leader. But Roy called her none of those things. He was blunt: no leader at all.She moved through rooms like a storm aware of the cameras—sharp smile, head tilted just

They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. They looked at our fields and herds and saw easy meat. We had no armor. No walls. No iron gates. Only hands that knew work and eyes that knew hunger when they saw it in other men.By their measure we were naked. I knew better. I had