This is a brutal reminder that sometimes evil isn’t loud — it’s quiet, mundane, and normalized.

I’ve seen something similar. A man once told his 6-year-old son in front of everyone: “Crying is for girls. Boys don’t cry. Be a man.” You could almost see a piece of that child’s soul fracture in real time.

The worst forms of harm are not always physical — they’re the ones that quietly poison how someone sees themselves and others… for a lifetime.

Generational chains. Some of us are born to break them.