YOU DID THIS
A Letter to MAGA
The Children’s Special Services program has existed in Tennessee since the 1930s. One job: dying children get care. Cancer. Spina bifida. Cystic fibrosis. Children on ventilators. Children in chemotherapy. Sick children get care. Not a radical idea. Not even a generous one. The floor. The thing you do because you are a human being and some of the human beings around you are children and some of those children are dying.
On June 30th, 2026, Tennessee ends that. The medical records of dying children get forwarded to immigration authorities. The appointments that kept them alive become the evidence. The program becomes the trap.
You did this.
Not Stephen Miller. Not Cameron Sexton. Not Bill Lee, though he picked up a pen on May 22nd and signed ninety years away like he was approving a parking variance.
You. Hat. Flag. Lever. Righteousness. You did this to a ten-year-old boy in a wheelchair in Nashville who has lived in this country since he was three years old and whose name his mother is too terrified to give to a reporter because the government you built is hunting him.
His name is not in this piece. His mother’s name is not in this piece. You know why. You made it dangerous to have a name. You made it dangerous to be a child with spina bifida who needs a doctor every month just to stay alive. His medical records are a wanted poster. His appointments are breadcrumbs leading to a door you want kicked in.
Your vote did that. Your silence did that. Your smug share of the post about illegals taking your country did that.
Bill Lee and Cameron Sexton flew to Washington. Sat in rooms with Stephen Miller and the Justice Department. Built the machine together. Called Tennessee a test case. A model for the nation. A deputy speaker named Jason Zachary said it out loud on video: “We are being told Tennessee will go first.”
First. They were proud to go first.
First at turning a children’s cancer program into an ICE referral list. First at threatening nurses with criminal prosecution if they don’t report their dying patients. First at mailing letters on official letterhead to the mothers of children on ventilators telling them the clock is running.
The boy’s mother spoke to a reporter. She wouldn’t say his name. Not one syllable. That is the world you made. She was crying when she said it. “If we go back, he’s not going to make it.”
That’s it. That’s what you did. In that one sentence from a woman too afraid to say her son’s name. Crying. Knowing what’s coming.
He was three years old when they got here. Three. He is ten now. He has spent more than two thirds of his life in this country. He did not choose to come here. He cannot survive without help. He will die without care. You looked at all of that and decided the paperwork was the issue.
You decided your feelings about the border were worth more than his heartbeat.
Expendable. Not illegal. Expendable. A child sacrificed so you could feel like the country belongs to you again. His death, when it comes, will happen quietly. Off camera. In Honduras maybe. Or perhaps in a detention facility. Somewhere you’ll never have to see. Somewhere you can pretend you didn’t cause.
You caused it.
You own June 30th. You own every appointment this boy misses. You own every night his mother lies awake calculating which kills her son faster — the disease or the government.
When he dies — not if, when — you won’t hear about it. It won’t trend. It won’t interrupt your programming. It will happen in the dark the way expendable people die in the America you made and you will feel nothing and Cameron Sexton will still be cashing his checks and Stephen Miller will still be in his office and the machine will already be looking for the next child.
That child exists right now. In Tennessee. In a wheelchair, or on a ventilator, or in chemotherapy. Right now. Alive. Running out of time.
You did that.
Own it.
The Tennessee Justice Center is fighting to stop this. Find them at TNJustice.org.




The sad part is MAGAs won’t even care. They will come up with horrible reasons to defend it. 😡
Requires a half page ad in the most read paper in the state. Posters on every corner so they get to have it in their faces daily.