They Bullied and Shamed People into Silence.
The truth about what John O'Keefe's supporters endured in the last three years.
Despite the wall of hatred coming from Karen Read’s supporters…
Karl - and his beautiful wife - continued for years to bravely show up to court in support of their good friend, John O’Keefe, who was tragically killed.
You see…
Karen Read’s conspiracy mob made huge efforts to silence people who supported the victim.
They shamed and demeaned ANYONE who dared to oppose the conspiracy narrative, and they did it with the most vile of behaviors.
Doxxing people and their children.
Degrading them online.
Chasing them down with loudspeakers and cameras.
Spamming hate reviews on business sites of employees and owners.
Threatening to show up at child sporting events to humiliate them.
There can only be one victim in the story, and Karen needed to be it.
The underbelly of her campaign to turn the blame and accusations elsewhere is one that I don’t think the general public is fully aware of.
The mob that Karen played into was part of an already ugly online culture bred by a middle-aged man who refers to himself as things like “Turtleboy” and “Daddy”. He uses his blog as a weapon to scare people into silence, and he’s even admitted to willingly lying to his youtube fans.
Turtleboy really was the perfect person for Karen Read to use for her propaganda.
Erratic.
Boisterous.
Attention-seeking.
Lacking integrity.
He gets his thrills from shaming people, and he clearly loves to shock the public with his gross behavior. (example: He refers to the grieving mother as a maggot and a cunt, and he bragged about how it ‘makes him so hard’ when people get mad about him verbally attacking John’s family).
Turtleboy is the Alex Jones of the Karen Read case.
(The Alex Jones who exploited the Sandy Hook school shooting tragedy, leaving grieving parents to endure the vile impacts of a public who accused them of faking the deaths of their own children.)
DEMANDING a government conspiracy based on speculations and absurd red herrings.
Anyone willing to look at the actual records of the Karen Read case (and not the nonsensical rumors that circulate and morph into new rumors) can easily see that…
The corruption narrative is a farce.
Even a Federal Investigation AND an independent audit came to a close empty-handed of anything that would indicate a conspiracy to frame the drunk driver.
But her defense sold the illusion anyways.
Trooper Proctor’s personal texts messages using derogatory words was all they needed.
And so…
The conspiracy narrative was pushed out, thus causing mass hysteria, igniting a mob of hatred towards innocent people, and simultaneously reassigning the murder defendant as the real victim.
Many people who saw the disturbing manipulation of silencing going on had to remain silent themselves to avoid social media abuse and protect their own livelihoods.
SO it wasn’t easy for John’s grieving loved ones to show up among the wolves to support one another in their communal love for John, as well as their belief that he died by domestic violence.
BUT some still bravely endured the firestorm and showed up in person consistently.
Like John’s buddy, Karl (and his wife).
They chose love over fear…
And I applaud them so much for representing what goodness looks like in a world that seemingly feels unnecessarily tribal in viciousness and often devoid of human decency.
I asked Karl if I could share the words he wrote back in 2023 regarding the passing of John (and his thoughts on Karen), and he agreed. I hope you feel the weight and the lightness in them as I did. ❤️
The remainder of this article is written by him.
The morning of Jan 29, 2022 I came inside from shoveling and got a phone call that my friend John O’Keefe was found dead.
I got off the phone and called Karen Read immediately. I left her a voice mail saying I was sorry and please call, I’m on my way. I drove to the hospital then to Johns house in Canton. By the time I got there Karen was already gone.
I have not heard back from Karen to this day. No return call in the days in between his death and her arrest. No explaination of what happened; no “Karl, could you please help me figure this out” or “Karl I’m sorry you lost your friend”.
Prior to that night, Karen was my friend as well. We had her over at our house several times. She spent time with my wife and our kids. She went out with my wife and her friends. We had dinner the four of us together, and watched Patriots games. She tearfully confided in my wife on more than one occasion.
John’s family told me later that day that she quickly fled to Dighton not long after watching emotionlessly as John’s folks told his neice and nephew he was gone.
Karen drove off leaving the O’Keefe’s without John and a million unanswered questions.
“I just have to remember all the bad times,” and “we’ll probably never speak again,” is all she could say to them. Karen did not ask what happened or who could have killed John, nothing to that effect and she certainly did not “marshall any resources to find the truth” that day.
Karen already knew the truth.
If it were me, or any decent person who knew they did not just kill somebody, no amount of lawyers, or concerned fathers or screaming and grieving mothers could drag me away from that house and that family until I found out what or who caused my significant others death. I would be shouting from the rooftops that I was not the person responsible; I would be asking questions of anyone and everyone until I knew. It certainly would not take me 18 months to give a contrived, rehearsed statement from the courthouse steps.
When Steve Cooper from Channel 7 asked her if she was saying she did not do it, she froze, then gave a non answer. This is similar to how she admitted to hitting him that morning numerous times to several different people without even being asked. “I know he is dead maybe a snowplow hit him,” is an odd thing to say to fringe- acquaintances well before you even come upon his dead body. Parapraxsis (a Freudian slip, an error in speech, memory, or physical action that occurs due to the interference of an unconscious subdued wish or internal train of thought.) There was no state of shock or trauma at that point unless Karen had already driven by and saw him and/or she knew she hit him hours before.
She did it, she knew it then, she knew it when Cooper asked her, and she knows it now. Karen’s attorney knows it as well, as he could not even speak the words “she didnt…. There is something else going on here,” when he and I spoke on the phone post-arraignment. Parapraxis.
She is behind all of this: the leaked autopsy photos, the hailmary mis-information campaign, the lies and accusations, the encouraging of social media cartoon characters and their followers to attack and harass any witness, family member or friend who tells the truth about what happened, and the fake gofundme page to fool the public.
It’s her, manipulating you all the way she manipulated John into staying with her longer than he would have liked. Manipulating my friend into believing her lies, with her phantom brain tumor and constant need for attention, just a couple of the many deceptions she spoke and continues to speak.
John was a guy who was the salt of the earth who NO-ONE in that house had an issue with or would have had reason to strike. A person who would never leave someone in need. John was a great man and friend who has been sadly forgotten behind all the sideshow nonsense she is fueling. Please do not invoke his name during your next pre planned pep rally. You insult his legacy, his family, and the multitude of people who tried in vain to help him, who tried to help you that morning.
The story they have created out of thin air is a pathetic lie orchestrated by her and Harvey Weinstein’s (former) attorney:
The poor, innocent, well-educated college professor with the great job who was somehow “tricked” into believing she had killed her boyfriend. The unbelievable 100+ person (and 1 dog) conspiracy to frame her is equal parts desperate and weak. But no amount of lies, accusations, terrorizing of witnesses or internet bullying will change the fact that Karen Read got drunk, put her full size SUV in reverse, hit my friend at speed and left him incapacitated on the side of the road to die, alone in the cold, like an animal.
