For a long time, it felt like the story had already been written.
Not by me.
Not with accuracy.
Not with context.
But it was out there — and once something is online, it spreads faster than you can defend yourself. One version of you becomes the only version people see.
And worst of all? Most of them don’t even care if it’s true.
They just want something to read.
Something to judge.
Something to share.
That’s what I was up against. And still am.
But here’s what changed.
I stopped asking them to fix it.
I stopped waiting for permission to correct the record.
And I stopped letting headlines define me.
This blog exists because I made a decision:
If the internet was going to remember me, it was going to remember the truth — not just the noise.
So I started writing.
Not for pity.
Not for approval.
But for clarity — for the record, and for the people who’ve been through the same cycle and felt powerless to push back.
Because the truth is, what happened to me wasn’t just about one article, or one moment.
It was about the way digital systems reward speed over accuracy, drama over dignity, and silence over self-defense.
What do you do when your side of the story doesn’t fit the narrative they wanted?
You tell it anyway.
And that’s what I’m doing — one post, one truth, one page at a time.
This is my voice. My version.
Not the one they printed, not the one they posted — the one they didn’t ask for because they never thought I’d be able to write it.
But I did.
And I will keep doing so — because what was taken from me isn’t the end of the story. It’s just where I started taking it back.
— Calvin-Lee Hardie
Truth & Advocacy By Calvin-Lee Hardie - Inverness 