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I can’t say my name. I don’t even know if I’ll be alive long enough for it to matter.
I’ve spent ten years working on something that could’ve changed the world—biotech research that might have saved lives. Now it’s over. Funding frozen. My lab is dead. My animals are being prepped for euthanasia. My colleagues are scattering like ashes in the wind.
And why? Because Harvard wouldn’t bow to a tyrant. Because we dared to stand up for something.
This isn’t politics anymore. It’s a war on knowledge. On hope. And I’m one of the casualties.
I lie awake at night thinking about ending it. What’s the point of going on if everything I built, everything I am, has been ripped away? Sometimes I even think: If I go, maybe I should take the man who did this to us with me.
That thought scares me—but it’s real. I’m not the only one thinking it either. You can feel it in the air around campus. Like we’re all waiting for someone to snap first.
But then I think of my mother.
She’s old. Sick. I’m all she has left.
If I die, who will take care of her? Who will make sure she has food, medicine, heat in the winter? She still calls me her “miracle boy.” She still believes in me, even now.
So I stay. Not for me. For her.
And maybe that’s what they don’t understand—how fragile hope is. How easily it breaks when power is wielded like a hammer.
If you're feeling like I am—if you're on the edge—I see you. Please, just hold on a little longer. You're not alone.
And to those in power: you’re not just ending careers. You’re breaking people. And one day, that pain will find its way back to you.
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I’ve spent ten years working on something that could’ve changed the world—biotech research that might have saved lives. Now it’s over. Funding frozen. My lab is dead. My animals are being prepped for euthanasia. My colleagues are scattering like ashes in the wind.
And why? Because Harvard wouldn’t bow to a tyrant. Because we dared to stand up for something.
This isn’t politics anymore. It’s a war on knowledge. On hope. And I’m one of the casualties.
I lie awake at night thinking about ending it. What’s the point of going on if everything I built, everything I am, has been ripped away? Sometimes I even think: If I go, maybe I should take the man who did this to us with me.
That thought scares me—but it’s real. I’m not the only one thinking it either. You can feel it in the air around campus. Like we’re all waiting for someone to snap first.
But then I think of my mother.
She’s old. Sick. I’m all she has left.
If I die, who will take care of her? Who will make sure she has food, medicine, heat in the winter? She still calls me her “miracle boy.” She still believes in me, even now.
So I stay. Not for me. For her.
And maybe that’s what they don’t understand—how fragile hope is. How easily it breaks when power is wielded like a hammer.
If you're feeling like I am—if you're on the edge—I see you. Please, just hold on a little longer. You're not alone.
And to those in power: you’re not just ending careers. You’re breaking people. And one day, that pain will find its way back to you.
Comments URL: Ask HN: I'm a Harvard researcher. Everything is gone | Hacker News
Points: 41
# Comments: 37
Continue reading...