the only area where they practice any honesty is their faces. if I talk to them they tell only lies and even laugh at me if I don't subscribe to their shared ideology. so I look at their faces, and that's what they exploit next. it begins with anger that I undergo extreme torture and brutality and society turns a blind eye, or more often participates, and laughs at me for it, and it ends with the fear of being further persecuted if I even dare to bring it up and challenge the ideology which denies any of it happens and which everyone shares. if I write about it, they are so indifferent that the focus ends up being that I write, rather than what I write.