They told me not to fight it.
Told me the internet moves on.
Told me not to make it worse.
Told me, “Just wait, it’ll go quiet.”
But when they were finished talking,
I was the only one left still searchable.
And what you find when you type in my name —
wasn’t written by me.
It was written by strangers.
By a system that values volume over accuracy.
By headlines that didn’t need facts.
By platforms that refused to take it down.
By people who knew better but said nothing.
And the longer I waited for justice,
the more permanent the damage became.
SO I BUILT SOMETHING THAT COULDN’T BE DELETED
I tried everything.
The polite way. The legal way.
The reporting tools. The GDPR requests.
I gave them every opportunity to fix what they allowed.
They refused.
Or worse — they ignored it.
So I stopped asking.
And I started documenting.
Not just what happened.
Not just what they said.
But what it did to me.
What it cost.
What it proved about how easily a person’s identity can be hijacked, repackaged, and weaponised by people who will never face consequence for it.
And if they wouldn’t give me a platform to defend myself,
then I’d build my own.
One they can’t edit.
One they can’t censor.
One that appears every single time they try to bury me again.
⚫ THE BLACK FILE ARCHIVE
blackfiles.calvinleehardie.blog
It’s not a blog.
It’s not a story.
It’s not a campaign.
It’s a legal archive.
A living document.
A collection of files I wrote from inside the wreckage — and left behind like evidence at the scene.
Every file is timestamped.
Every entry is written after surviving something I wasn’t supposed to.
And every page says one thing clearly:
“You wrote the lie. I wrote the last word.”
WHAT YOU’LL FIND THERE:
🗂 25 files that go beyond survival — into digital retaliation
📂 A timeline of defamation, silence, and resistance
⚖️ A legal-use disclaimer for court, regulators, and journalists
🧾 A media kit with press-facing materials and facts
🔒 Evidence that was never meant to be visible — published anyway
This isn’t vengeance.
It’s preservation.
It’s what happens when someone refuses to be erased.
Not quietly.
Not safely.
Not digitally.
Not ever again.
I didn’t just defend myself.
I documented the defence.
And if they ever try to do to someone else what they did to me —
this archive will already be waiting.
WHY I’M SHARING IT HERE
Because the damage wasn’t limited to headlines or platforms.
It bled into real life.
Into job offers that vanished.
Into conversations that turned quiet.
Into moments where I saw someone Google me before they looked me in the eye.
And if you’ve ever felt that silence —
that shame you didn’t choose —
you know why this archive matters.
This isn’t just about me anymore.
This is a survival guide.
A legal file.
A warning.
🕳️ ENTER THE ARCHIVE:
👉 blackfiles.calvinleehardie.blog
If they try to rewrite your life,
write it back harder.
If they try to reduce you to search terms,
own the results.
If they try to erase you,
publish your survival.
I did.
And now,
It’s permanent
Truth & Advocacy By Calvin-Lee Hardie - Inverness 