They showed up acting like they wanted peace, but one could swear that they want total domination. That’s trans activism in a nutshell — “comply fully or else.”
On Wednesday the 24th of September, Emma Watson, better known as Hermione Granger to half the planet, sat down for a two and a half hour chinwag with Jay Shetty on his podcast. Somewhere between the mindfulness waffle and the self help hocus-pocus, her relationship with J.K. Rowling came up. Emma, all wide-eyed sincerity, said that despite their “differences,” she still loves Rowling:
It’s my deepest wish that people who don’t agree with me will still love me, and I hope I can keep loving them back.
A nice sentiment, but let’s be honest, since Rowling began speaking out for women, children, and gays being steamrolled by “trans rights,” Emma and the rest of the Harry Potter trio have nailed their colours to the mast. And not their own colours either, they’ve been chanting slogans the way Alvin and the Chipmunks spew out knock-off Top 10 covers: loud, soulless, and painfully out of tune.
Back in 2020, Emma dutifully joined the circus with a tweet declaring:
Trans people are who they say they are and deserve to live their lives without being constantly questioned or told they aren’t who they say they are.
When later interviewed by a trans-identified male, she insisted that any woman uncomfortable sharing an intimate space with a biological male should “go, go and speak, go and learn” and “look into the whites of their eyes” — a line so creepy you’d think it was written by Dracula.
This is the classic celebrity stance: endless sympathy for the six-foot lad in the changing room, zero thought for the teenage girl forced to strip in front of him. They’ll chant “Protect the Dolls” till they’re hoarse, but never once ask who’s protecting the Sandie Peggies of this world, women losing jobs and livelihoods just for requesting privacy. It’s easy to moralise about public toilets when you’ve a bodyguard waiting outside to mind your handbag. If only it was as easy to flush away this celebrity waffle as it is to flush what they’re full of.
Then there was the 2022 BAFTAs. Emma marched up on stage, grinned, and started her speech with, “I’m here for all the witches,” before mouthing “bar one.” Many of Watson’s admirers took this to be a sly dig at Rowling — because nothing would scream female empowerment like sneering at the woman who gave you your career.
By now it’s clear that Watson is one of the most visible celebs flying the flag for trans ideology. But if the last few days have shown us anything, it’s that unless you’re fully on your knees, swinging the incense, and worshipping at the altar of the new gender religion, you’ll be cast out just the same.
Because despite all her apparent digs at Rowling, Emma’s passing admission that she still feels love for the woman who created her most famous role was enough to get her branded a TERF. That’s the game. Yesterday it was Rowling. Today it’s Watson. Tomorrow it’ll be whoever blinks out of sync with the madhouse.
So here’s my advice to anyone still kneeling at the rainbow altar: take the pronouns out of your bio, gerr’up off your knees and stand up straight. One wrong move and you won’t just be excommunicated, you’ll be burnt at the digital stake, labelled a heretic faster than you can say “non-binary neopronouns.”
Since Emma’s comment, trans-activists have stormed BlueSky like it was the Western Front, bayonets out and trench whistles blowing. Watson’s been called a fascist, accused of begging Hitler for affection, and had every part of her life ripped apart in the search for proof she’s irredeemable. Her whiteness, her femaleness, her acting, even the fact she didn’t want to wear a corset in Beauty and the Beast, all suddenly evidence she’s a danger to society.
Former Green Party hopeful Sophie Molly popped up to brand her a transphobe. A user called moby dickgirl (yes, really) accused her of complicity in fascism. And in the most deranged twist of all, some anime profile lad typed in Spanish, “Emma Watson (or so I hope so)” alongside an image of a woman about to be shot. Normal behaviour, apparently.
Not a single slogan she parroted, not one mantra she regurgitated, has been there to defend her. She’s now getting a taste of what Rowling’s been living with for years: pure, unfiltered bile, the demonic kind you couldn’t make up if you tried.
We’ve got to protect all the witches from this nonsense
But here’s the thing, despite Emma happily throwing Rowling under the Knight Bus, we’ve got to protect all the witches from this nonsense. Forgiveness isn’t required. Solidarity is. Because if they can do this to Emma bleedin’ Watson, who spent years licking the boots of the cult, then what chance has anyone else?
And maybe, just maybe, the onlookers, the fellow disciples of gender ideology, will finally cop on to the truth that no matter how loud you chant, no matter how hard you kneel, it will never, ever be enough.
