When someone does wrong, we scream for justice. When we do something wrong, we scream for mercy. For healing, we sometimes merely need accountability...
View the Vile
History is not there for you to like or dislike.
It is there for you to learn from. If it offends you, even better, because you are less likely to repeat it.
History is not yours to change or destroy.
"When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say"...
Respect is for those who deserve it, not those who demand it.
This is my brother, Brent Gibbons.
Someone I loved deeply. Someone I sacrificed for. Someone who repaid that love with violence, theft, and betrayal.
Brent. His wife. Our mother. The police who dismissed evidence while fabricating a murder trial. Courts that protected the guilty. Criminals who targeted us while the system looked away.
For years, I kept silent. Protecting reputations. Avoiding confrontation. Keeping my head down doing the 'right' thing. Letting the shit slide.
Gatvol.
Fed up with silence that protects perpetrators. Fed up with "moving on" while truth stays buried. Fed up with being told to forget what should never be forgotten.
This isn't a story about healing—it's a story about accountability. About breaking the silence that allows evil to thrive. About naming names and documenting truth before it's swept away as "just family drama" or "alleged" behaviour.
Some stories must be told not because they're comfortable, but because silence has done enough damage.
This is GATVOL
Tristan Gibbons
Be disgusted
Disgust? The revulsion we feel should rather inspire change than urge to destroy...
This cactus image stands as my father's dedication to my mother—a tribute from a good man who deserved compassion, not the cruelty he endured.
GATVOL is a reckoning with perpetrators who thought silence would last forever.
Accountability isn't pretty. It's making them feel what they inflicted on others—exposed, powerless, held to account.
Tristan Gibbons
