The New Witch Hunt: When a Woman Speaks, the System Still Burns Her

Dear Wild Woman,

If no one has said it today—take up space, darling. Let me remind you who the hell you are. You’ve always known there was more—not louder, not harder, just more you. To the one holding it all together (and maybe falling apart a little too) in the name of love, truth, and healing—I see you.

I drove to work with that familiar fire in my chest—the kind that burns not from rage, but from clarity. A clarity that comes when you realize how loud the silencing has become.

We are living through a modern-day witch hunt.

No, they’re not tying women to stakes, but they are—piece by piece—trying to strip away our rights, our power, our stories, and our impact.

They do it in courtrooms.

They do it through policy.

They do it through culture.

And they’re damn subtle about it, dressing it up in righteousness and “morality.”

But let’s call it what it is: control.

This isn’t about left or right. This is about right and wrong. About human rights. About women's rights. About voice.

I used to say I wasn’t political.

Because I thought being political meant being loud and mean on Facebook.

Because I didn’t want to be seen as difficult or dramatic.

Because I was scared that if I said what I really believed, I’d be judged, ridiculed, or worse—ignored.

What I didn’t realize was that choosing silence doesn’t keep you safe. It just keeps you small. And I didn’t come here to play small.

Not for me.

Not for my daughter.

Not for the women whose voices paved this path.

And not for the ones coming after.

We live in a time when history could repeat itself—not as triumph, but as erasure.

There was once a time when women fought for a voice. Now we’re watching the same forces try to take that voice back—under the guise of morality, often under the banner of Christianity. But let me be clear: there is nothing Christ-like about silencing women, about controlling their bodies, or about diminishing their power.

What is holy?The righteous anger rising in so many of us.The courage to speak up.The refusal to stay quiet or polite when lives and freedoms are on the line.

I think often of the “bad women” in the Bible—the ones they warned us about in Sunday School.

Delilah. Jezebel. Jael. Mary Magdalene.The ones they said were dangerous. Tempting. Problematic.

You know what I saw? Women who didn’t shrink. Women who used their voices, their power, their beauty, their minds.Were they messy? Sure. Were they human? Absolutely. But most of all—they were ungovernable. And that made them threatening.

I used to feel guilty for admiring them.Now I understand I was simply recognizing myself in their stories.

In a world still trying to police our bodies, our anger, our ambition, our sensuality—being a fully expressed woman is revolutionary.

And yet, we’re still punished for it.

We’re labeled “too much” for speaking out.

“Difficult” when we challenge systems.

“Angry” when we’re passionate.

“Crazy” when we’re clear.

Still today—still now—powerful women are treated as threats. And the world still asks us to shrink ourselves to be safe.

But playing small does not protect us. It only delays the fire.

Lately, I’ve been drawn to the stories of other brave women—on screen and in real life—who felt the burn and still chose to rise.

Call Jane. Women Talking. Good Girls Revolt. Bombshell. The Help.

Each one reminds me: stories are powerful. But stories only matter if they move us to act.

Inspiration without action is just a dopamine hit.

Action is inspiration embodied.

And no, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know yet what my next move is. But I know this: sitting in silence isn’t it.

This blog isn’t a rallying cry for rage. It’s a torch lit in love.

Love for freedom.

Love for justice.

Love for every woman who’s been called too bold, too loud, too wild.

We are not the problem. We are the spark.

They used to burn witches. Now the only thing burning is the righteous fire of women who refuse to be silenced or controlled.

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You are allowed to rest. You are allowed to rise.

Until next time—rebel gently, love deeply, and don’t forget to breathe.

In honor of every woman they rewrote into a warning. 

—Femme Bold.