ā ļøMDNIā ļø "Every time it hurts, play another verse. I can be your Sanctuary."~Abby Saja I'm a 22 i go by she/they pronouns and I like pot sticker's š¤¤ oh and I'm a INTP
Ok hear me ok tokyo debunker community, now I dont know if this has been done but...
A AU were like mc gets a anomalous deases that turns them into a cat girl (cause tiara calls a little kitty/kitty cat) and we end up having to be an inspector for Sinosta and so on...
If someone could make like a one shot or fluff or smut like that obviously you can get creative, i can't write so I'm to scared to tryšši don't want to make myself cringe
So please I'm begging yall...hand over the tiaga dinner HAND IT OVERRRRR
SUMMARY: just a bunch of saja boys NSFW prompts && drabbles. <3
PAIRINGS: SAJA BOYS/you, JINU/you, ABBY/you, ROMANCE/you, BABY/you, MYSTERY/you.
A/N: I KNOW I HAVE OTHER PROMPTS TO WRITE BUT AAAA I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. <3
the meanest. ā”
the one whoāll make you plead, make you cry from being edged for too long. slap your cunt when you cum against his wishes, but mocks you for cumming too quickly. will break you. degradation galore.
BABY, MYSTERY.
the nastiest. ā”
spit, public play; maybe make his members watch while he fucks you in full nelson. has a collection of you at your most depraved: a picture from above while you suck him off, his cock coated in your mess, the bulge of your throat when he has your head hanging from the edge of the bed.
MYSTERY, BABY.
the most obsessiveāerr, possessive. ā”
has you covered in his bites. loves to make you scream his name, remind you who you belong to. adores how you smell jusā like him when you leave his room. will literally scare off other men that dared to look at your direction.
oh, and jerks off to your panties.
all of them tbh. | JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY.
the sweetest. ā”
puts you first. will have you cumming five times before he can even take his clothes off. takes his sweet, sweet time in ruining you. will talk you through it while heās riding out your sixth orgasm with skilled, circular rolls of his hips.
ROMANCE. duh. who else.
the biggest . . š ( with visual, please be advised! )
ABBY ā do i even need to explain? 9 - 11 inches. he's big. thick and fucking veiny. #CE7788. manscapes. has heavy, fat balls that's 'nuff to smother you, probably. will bulge from your tummy. has a sensitive tip, too. certified cervix breaker.
JINU ā 8 - 9 inches. so fuckin' girthy you can barely make your fingertips touch together. has a prominent vein that runs down his shaft whenever he's hard, especially when he's pent up. bruiser. #F1A5AA. trimmed, always has a happy trail. a little curved.
MYSTERY ā 8 inches. pretty smooth with a bulbous tip. leaks a lot of pre. a lot. a little on the hairy side. he adores seeing your nose buried in those darker tufts. has sensitive balls. #E9A6B2.
ROMANCE ā 8 inches. the prettiest dick eveeeeer. he prefers manscaping but if you ever asked him to, yk, be a little hairier, he'll definitely grow it out for you. maybe leaning towards the left. #B56182. plump balls. lighter at the shaft, pinker at the head. has some purplish veins running down along it when he's pent up.
BABY ā 7 - 8 inches. trimmed. has a fat fucking tip. #CD9F8F. smooth, but will occasionally have some veins peeking through. not as girthy, but the length compensates. don't be fooledāBABY 100% knows how to use it. he has sensitive balls, too.
most likely to break the bed. ā”
ABBY. i donāt need to explain.
most likely to ruin you for anyone else.
will have you crawling back to him. metaphorically, literallyāit doesnāt really matter. youāll come back for more.
MYSTERY, JINU, ROMANCE, BABY, ABBY.
most likely to fuck you stupid. ā”
they'll have you sobbing, shaking while every drag of his cock's making you writhe. cradles your head while he's deep, deep in you in a mean mating press. jus' can't stop fuckin' you because your cunt's too good, your expressions just make his cock throb every time.Ā
MYSTERY, BABY, ABBY, JINU, ROMANCE.
most blessedcursed with stamina. ā”
ABBY, JINU.
praise enthusiasts. ā”
JINU, ROMANCE, ABBY.
degradation enthusiasts. ā”
MYSTERY, BABY, JINU, ABBY.
loves seeing you beneath him - ā” missionary, mating press, etc.
ROMANCE, JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY, BABY.
loves having you on top of him - ā” cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, lotus, straddling his lap, etc.
ROMANCE, ABBY, JINU, BABY, MYSTERY.
orally fixated. ā”
ROMANCE, JINU.
will manhandle you. ā”
ABBY, JINU.
who cums the most?
ABBY, ROMANCE, JINU, MYSTERY, BABY.
teases the most.
all of them. | JINU, ABBY, ROMANCE, BABY, MYSTERY.
"mine,"
JINU's teeth sink into your skin. he can smell your arousal, smell that cunt. he's practically salivating, tongue nursing the harsh bites he'd bestow on your soft skin. patterned dexterity aids in wrapping your legs around his waist as he sheathes into you for the nth time tonight.
"only i can see you like this. you're so pretty. my pretty human,"
āā ā¢ ć»āøāø āā
a thick bicep locks around your neck, squishing your cheeks in the process. your whimpers are more ragged, breathy, while ABBY's rutting into you from behind; hips slamming into you harshly again and again and again. "i love your fucking cunt. look at you, slutty girl. all you've done isā," his words are punctuated by a savage, punishing slam, and ABBY keeps himself sheathed, still.
"ācream all over my dick. are you sure you won't pass outā ā” ?"
āā ā¢ ć»āøāø āā
moans are too audible in your room, alongside loud, obscene squelching that were none other than MYSTERY's fingers pumping in and out of soaked pussy. trembles visibly run through your frail, human body as he curves his fingers up, against that spot. you were so close. so, so close, but he slides his fingers too quickly, and your hips are chasing the air.
"ah-ah-ah. not yet, my pretty slut."
āā ā¢ ć»āøāø āā
fingers card through his soft locks, legs closing in on his head as his tongue flicks against your clit. the sting doesn't seem to bother ROMANCE, though, only digging into his favourite meal as he runs a long stripe of his tongue from your creamy slit up to your pillowy mons. "you taste so good, my love," he whispered, placing kisses on it.
"i don't wanna stop . . i love you, love tasting you . . "
āā ā¢ ć»āøāø āā
"n, no, doā!"
the bed creaks under your weight as you squirmed, legs kicking 'n back arching as BABY pinched your sensitive clit. "i told you not to cum. who let you cum, sweetheart? you're so cute, it's pathetic." smack! oh, fuck, the way your cunt twitches against the smack of his palm. fuck . . "s, sorry, 'm sorry . . " you hiccuped, looking at him with red, teary eyes. there was an attempt to close your legs, but a firm hand ensnares your knee; a warning guised in a thumb rubbing your puffy clit.
summary: what do you do when your friend accidentally wins free tickets to the Saja Boysā exclusive concert? well, you certainly get one hell of an experience.
warnings: (MDNI, 18+ series) language, drinking, sexual jokes, daydreaming, sex toys, masturbation, blood
You werenāt a fan, nor plan to be one.Ā
But oh suns, the spectacle before you was better than any Magic Mike show youāve been to. And its not simply because of the men who danced and sung their hearts out, but because of the atmosphere. Lights, smoke, and echoing voices filled the stadium, igniting a rushing sense of passion in you.Ā
āSee!! I told you they were fucking hot!ā
Your friend squealed at you, shaking your shoulders as she smiled happily. This night was really only thanks to her, after all. Her cheeks were a feverish blush, and her breath was intoxicated by the flavored drinks that were offered in the entrance. You refused them, and it seemed to have saved you the embarrassing shouts of admiration like the crowd.Ā
It was by pure luck your friend, Regina, won a pair of tickets to the Saja Boys concert. For one, youāve never listened to the boy band, and you certainly didnāt plan to. It was particularly due to the fandom you would say, especially with all the weird stuff people would do to get their attention. Your friend was one, to say the least, but she had sense in herself to still know her actions.Ā
āThank you again for inviting me!ā You had to shout, especially because of the loudness of the crowd, but it still wasnāt enough for her to hear. Reginaās fist pumped into the air, her red lips hooting along with the song, Soda Pop.
Your gaze watched the abbed violet-haired man, whose name was funny enough to be āAbsā. His figure danced with inhuman grace, his legs and arms swinging at a perfect rhythm. His shirt was close to bursting at the seams, buttons ready to pop off like popcorn.Ā
You felt weird, and you swore you probably were the only one in the entire crowd gaping. It was for a split second you locked eyes with the incubus, his gaze making you slutry as he palmed his face.Ā
āYouāre my little soda pop!ā
His lips spilled the final lines of the song, his beautiful eyes staring right into your soul. Swallowing thickly, your day dream was interrupted by Regina, who shook you eagerly.
āBabe! Theyāre gonna call fans upstage! Oh my fuck!! Jump like you want it!ā
Before you could ask, a hand reached down on you. Fair skin led up to a sly grin, and you were met with the honey fox eyes of a pink-haired man. You couldnāt react fast enough as another fan pushed you away, launching themselves at the singer.Ā
āRomance! I love you so much! Youāreāā
The fan began spilling a montage of words as she was taken upstage, along with a few others to make some quotes of encouragement.
āWhat the fuck? That whore!āĀ
You were confused, seeing Regina clutch your elbow as she pointed at the woman, āShe fucking stole your spotlight! Iām gonna fuck her upāā
Laughing, you replied, āItās fine, Iām not a fan anyway.āĀ
Your attention was snuffly shaken, seeing some people tumble a quarter to your left. Why were they passing out so soon? Maybe itās that āfuck around and find outā vibe that pulled you in, so you snaked through the crowd, making your way to the center no one paid a mind to.
āHey!ā You shouted, waving at the faces of the fallen, āAre you guysāā
āDonāt worry about that miss, weāll take care of them!ā
The overly eager voice behind you made you jolt, so turning, you were met with one of the ticketmasters you saw at the entrance. There was something ominous about the staff, and you wouldnāt dare say it was because of their face. People are unique, so having one eye way bigger than the latter shouldnāt concern you. The red-dressed man smiled lovingly at you, making a shooing motion at your figure;
āSeems like they got a little too excited, huh?ā He joked, his laugh an awkward choke, āPlease, go back to enjoying the show.ā
You raise a brow, concerned, āButāā
Almost instantly, you were tossed a bunch of light sticks and Saja Boy merch. You frowned, staring at the heap of pastel colors as he continued;
āHereās some merch for the inconvenience! And a ticket for a private session with one of the boys,ā he giggled, pushing your back toward the crowd again, āBye bye!ā
Your shoulders bumped through rows of people, seeming endless as you tried to find your way back to Regina. However, it was useless with the heavy mess being carried by your arms. Sighing, you made your way to the entrance all over again. The show was nice while it lasted, probably not the best experience but it was definitely something.
The crowds seemed almost diminished when you neared the entrance. Vendors stood by the walls, scrolling endlessly on their phones as photo cards and other āexclusiveā merchandise was on display. It was much quieter in here, if you would ignore the muffled singing that is.
You found a small seating area near the food court, so you made yourself comfortable and dumped your load. Looking at your watch, it was nearly midnight, making your curse. Tomorrow you had to work an early morning shift at the grocery store.
āMaybe Larry will give me a break today,ā you mutter, as you pull out your phone, ringing for Regina. There was no pickup, and you were sent straight to voicemail;
āThis is juicy pussy Regina! Smooch! Smooch! Leave a message and I might just reply!ā
A small chuckle leaves your lips, her voice was ever so soothing to the virgin ear. You closed the Phone tab, staring at the Home Screen of you and your best friend at a cafe. God, you wouldnāt know what you would do without her.
In the corner of your eyes, you spot a flash of purple. But this speculation couldāve easily been your eyes messing with you.Ā You peek at the corner of the hall, completely disobeying the āEmployees Onlyā sign. Your nose quickly picked up a burning smell, like old cinderwood. Maybe theyāre making sāmores? Donāt be stupid, you say to yourself, who in the right mind would do that in a place like this?
Before you could walk into the curiosity, you hear the tumbling squeals of fans bursting into the hallway. The show mustāve ended, and you took the chance to find Regina. Almost immediately you found her. Like cāmon, how hard was it to find a ball of sunshine?
She was cheering with one hand with the crowd, and swishing her purple drink with the other. The moment you open your mouth to call her, your ears felt like they were drowning out. Your smile drops, and your lashes flutter as your heart sinks. Whatās going on with me? The hairs on the back of your neck stood, and you turn behind you, seeing the man you gawked at on the stage.
God, was he so handsome up close. His brows had a flare to them, and so neatly shaved. His fair skin complimented his eyes, which for some reason glared into your very being. His lips were also a pretty pink, were they plush too? It felt so tempting to reach out and touch his figure; to feel every curve and rigid muscle below your fingertips quake at your touch.
āYouāreā¦ā you whisper, knowing that he couldnāt hear you over the eager leaving of the crowd.
Another hand touched your shoulder, and it makes you jump as you see the Ticketmaster giggle at you.
āHehe, sorry for the trouble miss,ā the odd man says, letting a bead of sweat trail down his forehead, āY-you enjoy yourāā
He didnāt get to finish as he sprinted away, taking a sharp turn to the āEmployees Onlyā section. You were confused, not knowing where to point or what to say. The other man before you had an ease on his face now, making him nearly impossible to imagine ever glaring at you.
āYou lost, sweetheart?ā he grins, raising a brow as he strolls to you, āYouāre pretty much the only one left here, yāknow?ā
You snap out of your daze at the nickname.
āExcuse me,ā you snap, āIām y/n toāā
āAh, well I guess I was supposed to know that when I just met you now?ā he chuckled, getting a little too close for comfort. There was something about his persona that made you step back. Or how else did you get goosebumps?
āYouāre one of the singers, no?ā you continue, grimacing as you begin to pick up your items, āHow could you even be popular when you have people passing out here? This is utterly insane, and your show is too! Youāre out here practically dancing like youāre giving thousands of people a lap dance! Like for the love ofāā
āBut, you still watched didnāt you?ā
He was sly with his answers, and his height allowed him to look down on you. Yet, little did you know.
You were like a little angel from where he stood on the stage. Your eyes wide and shining, making him near skip a beat in his routine. The smell of sweet hibiscus and coconut radiated from you, your soul flickering and igniting the moment you locked eyes. It took nearly every fiber of his being to hold himself back from pouncing on you, to hold you and keep you for himself.
Hell, he didnāt care if it ruined the image the crew built. He wanted you, no, needed you. Years of deprivation and guilt led him away from love. And the moment he saw you? He felt destined for it again.
You were simply a reincarnating human, after all. A human that made his primal instincts rejuvenate his adrenaline. Fuck, itās like he canāt even keep it in his pants. He couldnāt even stand it when your soul was already being snatched a few minutes ago.
Your cute lips furl to a growl, āThatās not the point! This is whyāā
Your phone rings, making you curse as you unlock your device. Abs watches you, his eyes glancing at all directions slowly. If he wanted to, he can reach out for you now.
Donāt play with toys you canāt keep.
His glare tracked the voice down to the dark corridor, envisioning the demon king scowling. Abs retaliated, almost snarling;
Itās my toy to collect, canāt we all have a little fun before the end of the world?
You place your phone near your ear, eyeing down at the horribly handsome man as you talk;
āHello? Someone better be dying because Iām in the middle ofāā
āPretty lady has passed out,ā a German-ish female accent says, āRagina says call ābaby girlā on telephone.ā
A string pulls at your heart, you only forget about her for a split second and now sheās out cold. Rubbing your temples, you turn away from the man;
āIs she in the parking lot?ā¦Yeah? Okay Iāll be right thereā¦.Weāre in section D, where theāā¦yes, exactly!,ā You turn back, ending the conversation before hanging up, āThank you, missā.ā
However, the singer was already gone. The final people have already left the stadium and the vendors were already packing.
āWhere did he go?ā you mutter. You didnāt even get to finish your petty argument. Like truly, who even enjoys shows like these?
A week flies by since the concert. The moments replay in your head; the awful feelings and strange experiences keep you up at night. That is, until you tell Regina.
The sun made her skin sparkle and her hair shine a beautiful color. The sunās heat beats down on you, though you luckily put sunscreen in your routine today. Today, the coffee shop was bustling with people. Mentally, youāve already tallied thirty-two people ordering an iced Americano. Oh wait, make that thirty-three now.
Your sandals flip-flopped on your feet as you fidgeted, waiting for your story to process through the network in your friends head. Sighing, you rested your chin on your knuckles;
āLike, what do I do? I mean the concert was okā¦ā
Regina was watching wet beads trail down her cold cup as she hummed.
āBaby, I was drunk,ā she began, frowning, āBut like, that shit sounds awful. People passing out and gut-wrenching feelings? Thatās like, fuck I donāt know. Final Destination kinda?ā
āReggie, seriously mama.ā you groaned, āAm I just crazy? Like too damn sensitive?ā
āI donāt know, but meeting that Abs guy was lowkey the most interesting part,ā she smirked, her finger twirling around her locks, āSay, given the chanceā¦would you date him?ā
You scoff, kicking her below the dainty table, āYou slut! I donāt want to talk about him! Heās named after a muscleāā
āBut the way you described him is way better than those one night stands youāve had yāknow? Youāre always like āhe had black hair, his dick was smallā or āhe had blond hair, his dick was ok.āā
āThatās not relevant!ā you blush, standing immediately, āIām going home!ā
Regina shrugs, āThe more you deny it baby, the more horny you get.ā She swivels her frappuccino, mixing the melted whip cream with whatever was left of the blend;
āEven a dildo wonāt help you, just get it out of your system and talk to him maybe,ā she drinks, standing up and tossing the plastic in the bin, āYou got that free ticket to see them privately, no?ā
āI already tested my āfuck around and find outā vibe, and itās already got me overthinking.ā you take your keys out your purse, joining Regina to the lot, āMaybe I am just overthinking it.ā
āI donāt know mama, but if you do get horny, I reccomend getting those big tentacle monster dildos and watching creampie compilā
āShut the fuck up!ā
The whole car ride to her place was just about sex and TV shows. Thatās the freedom you love, especially with a friend who doesnāt judge. You drop her off early at her apartment. You only stay awhile in the sanctuary for another drink and to binge Love Islandā and then you make your leave. Itās nearly night fall and the weather had cooled down to its usual Korean average.
Your head bops as you sing to the new Huntrix song, and you move the steering wheel to the left to drive into your parking lot. Your apartment was much smaller than your friendās , but you at least liked the sound proof walls. The door made a sweet chime sound when you entered, and you greeted Meryl, the landlord.
āGood day today, y/n?ā the old lady asked, passing you your mail from your box, āYou got a letter and some bills. And oh! You have a package at your door!ā
āThank you,ā you smiled, taking it gently as you walk to the elevator, āI had a good day today, so you have a good night Mrs. Meryl!ā
During the ride up, you flipped through your cards; bill for the light, bill for the water, and a letter fromā¦well, it didnāt have an address. The elevator door opened as you shoved the bills under your elbow, and opened the blank one.
It read as followed;
I found you.
Okay what the actually fucking fuck fuck. You turned the page, seeing nothing but those three words staring ominously at you. Heck, you even peer into the envelope again, but nothing else was inside.
You look up in the hallway, feeling as if you were going crazy.
āMaybe I do need a good dicking,ā you grumble, crumpling the paper and letter into your fist.
A big brown box lay at your door, changing your mood to a grin. Oh, it came! Giggling like a school girl who just got given flowers, you made your way inside your home. The laundry machine was making a noisy tumbling sound, which meant that it was probably almost ready. You set the cards and crumpled letter down on the kitchen table, to which you make note to read them later.
You dandily skip to the knives, picking the smallest of the bunch and taking it back to the box. You plop down onto the soft carpet, humming the Golden song as you slice through the tape. A white instruction paper is laid on top, but you toss it immediately. Who doesnāt know how to use sex toys, after all?
You recently won a box of sex toys through a suspicious website months ago, and you believed that you were scammed when it didnāt come within the said two weeks. But now youāre happily tossing furry cuffs, anal beads, odd stuff you donāt know how they worked (maybe this is where the manual came in), and endless vibrators. Finally, you reached for a dildo.
The very thing your friend described to you. Sheās a freak, but a very smart freak. The tentacle was floppy in your hands, yet the suction cup in the bottom was nice and sturdy. It had a lavender tip and faded into a hot pink at the base. You already felt a warm buzz in your heat; you needed it in you, now.
Looking side to side as if someone were to peek at your windows, you scurried into your room. You held the tentacle in your teeth as you pulled your skirt off and tossed your panties out the door. Another mental note to pick those up when youāre done.
Your room was a cozy size. Your queen bed was right smack by the door, and it was filled to the brim with teddy bears of failed relationships. You simply didnāt have the heart to throw them away, it wasnāt their fault they looked like your ex. The tiled flooring was cold to your feet as you took off your socks and shoes, setting them carefully under your bed.
You turned on the TV for white noise, and you sat on floor, planting the dildo on the tile. With heaving breaths you began to imagine a scenario; him. You wanted to be folded by him so bad, to feel your legs be pressed all the way down and watch your tummy bulge as his fat cock impaled you slowly.
Silently, you rubbed your clit, writing Abs on it and imagining his tongue spelling his name all over your thighs. Or his real name, that you didnāt know. A soft moan escapes your lips as you move your index and middle finger down to your aching hole. You spread your wetness all over the folds of your pussy, making it nice and lubed for the dildo.
Your lips almost burst as you bite into it, holding yourself back from saying his name. You donāt know why you wanted him, or why you finger yourself to the thought of him being every night. Maybe itās the way he stared at you, telling you silent promises of what heāll do to you later on.
You look at the dildo, frowning as you nudge it. It wiggled from where it stood, and it was nearly as big as your palm. He probably wasnāt that size though. You knew it.
āIf only he knew how bad Iād slobber on his abs,ā you curse, lifting your hips to the tip of the dildo, āAnd hump his boner as Iāfuckāā
Another moan slips through your lips, interrupting your self-talk. The round ridges of the tentacle prodded at your walls, bending in your tight heat. This was better than anything youāve had inside you, but not for long.
A ping is heard outside the hall, had your doorbell rung? You curse, pouting as you slip the dildo out you slowly.
āIāll be back,ā you whisper to the object, āWait for me.ā
You grab your black night robe from the edge of your bed, wrapping it around you tightly as you pass through the hallway. Mentally, youāre cleaning your hall, but you pause and look back. Skirt andā¦? Where the hell did your panties go?
āIām coming!ā you shout, hearing the persistent bell ringing, āWait dammit!ā
You fly open the wooden door, peering in the long corridor. But there was no one.
You look left.
You look right.
āHello?ā
Your voice only echoes down the hall. You made a step toward, but your toes hit a rolling object in front of you.
Look I'm not sure what up with X but this suits fucking ridiculous. I literally can't see anything out side of my notifications so if someone knows what happening I'd appreciate a explanation š
Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.
There are people ā some in my own Party ā who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, heāll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. Iāll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say ā almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most ā public praise on the Sunday news shows ā in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work ā just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I wonāt be fooled twice.
Iāve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times Iāve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.
As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.
The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population ā so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.
The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis ā contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.
As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case ā but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 ā a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.
I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately ā and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Hereās what Iāve learned ā the root that tears apart your houseās foundation begins as a seed ā a seed of distrust and hate and blame.
The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didnāt arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.
Iām watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac ā and suggests ā without facts or findings ā that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks ā arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too āfemaleā and ānonwhite.ā The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who donāt look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.
I just have one question: What comes next? After weāve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities ā once weāve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends ā After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face ā what comes next.
All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we donāt want to repeat history ā then for Godās sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.
I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincolnās Bible: āI do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.
My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We donāt have kings in America ā and I donāt intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions ā but in deference to my obligations.
If you think Iām overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:
It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All Iām saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.
Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 ā just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the ārally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.ā It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.
Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the ātragic spirit of despairā overcome us when our country needs us the most.
Sources:
ā¢ NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text
ā¢ Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)
Abbys Absā¤ļø @everyonesfinaldestination - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
