we have yet to meet. your sister first described you as a peacemaker—kind, sincere, and trustworthy. through my trust in her, i trusted you. i recognised the admiration and respect she held towards you as the same that i hold towards my own older siblings. as such, it was you to whom i first reached out regarding your sister's torture. i asked that you made sure they treated her well. you began to gaslight me.

i never thought it was my place to care for your sister. when she wanted to rely on me, i cried and begged her to reconsider. selfishly, i didn't want to jeopardise the relationship we had by assuming an authoritative role. my right knee is painfully hypermobile. in my bedroom, i knelt before her, pathetic and ashamed, sobbing, 'i can't carry you. i don't know when my knee will give out.'.

the week before she was detained, i cried a lot. your sister would lay next to me, counting every lie you ever told her and every lie you would go on to tell you if she ever confronted you. when i begged her to sleep, to find peace with the violence she had faced in her youth, she would leave my side to brood in the living room. she thought of cutting you off, alongside the rest of her family. i held her hand and said, 'you need your family.' i meant it.

i've never lost a mother. my own mother owes me thousands and has made our relationship bottom priority. when your sister told me about the shame and grief surrounding the loss of your mother, i felt woefully ill-equipped. all i could say to her was that if her mother wasn't proud of her in Heaven, she was in Hell for not being able to recognise the awesomeness of her own daughter. i do not believe in Heaven or Hell.

in my own shame, i imagined that you and all her childhood friends had powers that i did not. i was certain you loved her more than i ever could. if you could just learn the right words for interacting with individuals expressing grief and trauma, i was confident that you would make sure your sister had someone to grieve with.

you were correct to call me naive. i think you are a victim of the intimate violence that tricks you into believing that cruelty is love and that love is stupidity. and so, there was never a chance of picking up books and resources to learn how to support your sister. i wish you had told me this plainly, that you do not know love and have not yet found the will to change. i would have maintained my respect for you.

when your sister accused you of being a rapist, i flinched. i felt it was undeserved, even though i had not yet met you. now, although i have yet to confirm the legitimacy of this accusation, you have shown me that you do indeed use the tactics of gender-based violence: deceit, drugging, and exploiting the trust of your loved ones (as in, the people who love you that you do not respect enough to earnestly love back). when your sister needed you, you took advantage of a racist and misogynistic system to incarcerate her and facilitate the torture of her body and mind. for two months, you allowed strangers make a playground over her entire being. and when you were informed of the violence she faced, you sought to change nothing. i find that these decisions point to an identity sicker than that of a rapist. and i hesitate to say so, because by your own admission, these acts do not come from a place of disease or disorder and i do not know if your sister, myself, and her friends are the only people you have treated like this. all i know is that if you can do this to someone that you were born to protect, lord knows what you are doing to the people to whom you owe nothing.

i shake with rage when i recall what you have done. i am not a full man but somehow, with all the odds in your favour, you have neither the honour of a man nor do you recognise the struggle of your own people. instead, you are a half-native absorbed in the belief and value systems of your oppressors, too caught up in chasing the favour of your masters to protect your brethren. i know that you do not know love, so you are not even aware of how many ways you have failed to protect your sister and likely after reading this, you will only find yourself indignant towards these words. regardless, your sister truly loves you. she will hold you accountable not as a punitive measure, but to return to you the humanity that you have discarded. when this happens, you will recognise your responsibilities, duties, honour, and loved ones not as burdens, but as the gifts that come with community. and you will rejoice just as i did when i first met your sister.

To Dr Sharma, Dr Kholi, Dr Emmanuel Agiam, healthcare assistant Kieran Daley, "Danny", "Tish", "Tinuke", "Yvonne", "Emilly", "Holly", and all staff on Eden PICU, Northcroft Site complicit in the human rights violations carried out between 6 February 2025 and 31 March 2025,

Everytime you implicitly or explicitly highlighted a violation with a bold voice and a proud chest, we wondered if we were dreaming. For the longest time, we could not fathom several medical professionals dedicating their careers to and sacrificing their morals for the humiliation, degradation, and neglect of vulnerable people. After all, it is no small effort to subdue a person and to force a person to undergo trauma unnecessarily not only causes harm to that person, but the perpetrators too. So we hoped that, even though the things you informed us of were misinformed and malicious, you all ultimately prioritised the wellbeing of your patients and yourselves.

But then we discovered alongside the malice and misinformation: glee. In light of this, we have little else to say. We know that the those who take glee in the suffering of others have little sense of humanity and thus, there is little you might take from this, should you ever even take the time to read this. Perhaps this exists only to emphasise that yes, we indeed had the audacity to ruin your fun and we will never be sorry.