#humanitycheck

Lets talk about the Noah Schanpp/Will Byers hate!

Can we just stop for a moment and look at what’s happening?

Because the way the internet is acting lately is absolutely insane. You guys are out here hating on an actor — a literal human being — like you’ve never made a single mistake in your entire life.

Like, what the actual fuck?

He’s still young. He said or did something wrong. Okay. Call it out. Educate. Hold people accountable. But this nonstop hate? This obsession with tearing someone down over and over again because you need something to rage about? That’s not justice. That’s just cruelty dressed up as moral superiority.

Meanwhile, there are actual monsters out there.

People who hurt children, who abuse their partners, who kill, who steal, who bully, who traumatize others every single day, who Write disgausting pedophile books, who stalk little kids, who use AI to sexualize people, cyperbullying — and somehow this is your main focus? Don’t you understand that people **** kill themselves because of the bullying and hate that they get because they did some mistake or they are different than other people.

You spend hours on the internet dragging an actor who made one mistake, while ignoring real-world horror that happens every single minute.

It’s like everyone collectively forgot that we’re all human.

You. Me. Them. We’ve all said something dumb. We’ve all done something we regret. Maybe yours didn’t end up on the internet, maybe nobody screenshotted your bad moment. But if someone did — would you survive the kind of hate you’re throwing around so casually?

Because that’s the thing.

It’s so easy to type hate. It’s so easy to cancel. But it’s hard to look in the mirror and admit that you’ve also messed up. And that’s what you should be doing — looking at yourself before you crucify someone else.

You’re not “fixing the world” by sending death threats to a 19-year-old actor. You’re just adding to the noise.

You’re not being morally superior. You’re being cruel.

So maybe instead of flooding tags with hate, you could focus that energy somewhere else.

Learn something. Help someone. Touch grass. Heal. Grow.

Stop acting like you’ve never done anything wrong, because that’s a lie. Everyone has. Every. Single. One.

Maybe you should look into yourself I bet you probably watched pornographic photos or videos on the Internet. You may read smut fanfiction about actors or their fictional roles. You write hate about your classmates. You bully people on the internet, you steal something from someone you beat your partner or your siblings or your friends, you are touching yourself while watching your celebrity crush, you film accidents instead of helping, you trash talk teachers, nurses, and service workers — the literal backbone of society, you cheat on tests but call others lazy, you laugh at people for crying, you ghost people who actually cared, you make entire accounts just to hate on someone, you ignore boundaries because “it’s not that deep”, you shame people for what they eat, you refuse to pick up their trash because “someone else will”, you treat retail workers like they’re not human, you laugh at someone’s breakdown and call it “drama”, you ignore messages when someone’s clearly struggling, you fake disorders for views, you make fun of someone’s weight, appearance, or mental illness, you record people without consent for “funny videos”, you screenshot private conversations just to humiliate someone, you send death threats like it’s a normal Tuesday.

Trust me, i used to be one of the person who liked to criticize people in my mind, but for long time now, i rather see the beauty in people, not their mistakes.

I went through a lot of trauma: I was bullied since kindergarden, i was filmed without my approval, i was humiliated in front of others a million times, i was beaten by classmates, i started to self harm, i was SA-d when i was 10, i have been struggling with depression and OCD since 11, and with severe Anorexia, bulimia since 14. I’m 18 now, and i learned to forgive people, even though my past will hunt me for the rest of my life.

So yeah. Before you join the next hate train, ask yourself:

👉 Would I want the entire internet to treat me the way I’m treating this person?

Human beings have always been evil to other human beings. It is not a new thing. And, every human being of every grouping possible, ethnic, racial, national, continental, religion, gender, political affiliation, and so on have been exploited by those from such groupings differing from theirs.

Some of us are just monsters and, there have been monsters among us from the very beginning - Cain murdered Abel out of envy.

David had Uriah killed over his wife.

Nothing new I say.

There have always been monsters among us.

simple.

Those who think their needs override those of others.

Till today, people are still being exploited. I mean, how do you explain hundreds of thousands working for a company, and not being able to have a roof over their heads if they're out of job for longer than three months even if they'd been working for a decade while just the few are worth hundreds of billions?

It is madness.

No species which claims to be "human" should live under those conditions.

It is a misnomer.

it doesn't make sense.

A 37-year-old immigrant died penniless in 1889 - but his invention is in every shoe you've ever worn.

In 1880, a pair of shoes cost more than most families earned in a week.

Not because leather was expensive. Not because cobblers were greedy. But because of one impossible step in the shoemaking process that no one - not a single inventor in the world - could figure out how to mechanize.

It was called "lasting" - attaching the upper part of the shoe to the sole. It required such extraordinary precision that only the most skilled craftsmen could do it. They could make about 50 pairs a day. And they knew they were irreplaceable.

Dozens of inventors had tried to build a machine to do this work. All of them failed. The process was too complex, too delicate, too... human.

Then a young man who barely spoke English decided to solve it.

Jan Ernst Matzeliger was born in Suriname in 1852 to a Dutch father and Black Surinamese mother. As a teenager, he worked in machine shops, falling in love with gears, levers, and the logic of mechanical systems.

At 19, he left home to work on ships. Two years later, he landed in Lynn, Massachusetts - the shoe capital of America. He found work in a factory and immediately saw the bottleneck that was strangling the entire industry.

He also saw that no one thought a Black immigrant machinist could solve it.

Matzeliger worked 10-hour factory shifts. Then he went home and taught himself English from books. He taught himself mechanical drawing. He taught himself advanced engineering - all by candlelight, all while exhausted.

And he started building.

For six years, he designed, built, tested, and failed. Model after model. Investors laughed at him. Fellow workers doubted him. As a Black man in 1880s America, doors that should have opened stayed closed.

But on March 20, 1883, the United States Patent Office issued Patent No. 274,207 to Jan Ernst Matzeliger.

His lasting machine worked.

It wasn't just a little better than human hands - it was transformational. Where the best craftsmen made 50 pairs a day, Matzeliger's machine could produce 150 to 700 pairs, depending on the model. It worked faster, more consistently, and never got tired.

Within years, shoe prices dropped by half. For the first time in human history, working families could afford well-made, durable footwear. Children's feet could be protected. Workers could have shoes that lasted.

One man's invention had changed daily life for millions.

But Matzeliger never saw the full impact.

To get his machine into production, he had to sell controlling interest to investors. They made fortunes. He received modest payment and stock. The machine became part of the United Shoe Machinery Corporation, which dominated the global industry for decades.

Matzeliger kept working, kept refining, kept improving. But the years of 16-hour days, the stress, the poor working conditions - they caught up with him.

He contracted tuberculosis. In 1889, without access to proper medical care, weakened by years of overwork, Jan Ernst Matzeliger died.

He was 37 years old.

He lived only six years after his patent. He never became wealthy. He never became famous. The men who profited from his genius lived to old age and prominence, celebrated as industry visionaries.

The Black immigrant who actually solved the impossible problem? Forgotten.

For over 100 years, his name was virtually unknown. It wasn't until 1991 - more than a century after his death - that he was inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame.

But here's the thing: even though history forgot him, his invention never stopped working.

Every mass-produced shoe made in the last 135 years uses the principles Jan Ernst Matzeliger developed in that cramped room after his factory shifts. Every pair of sneakers. Every pair of dress shoes. Every pair of boots.

He came to America speaking no English. He taught himself engineering from books. He worked a brutal factory job while inventing at night. He faced racism, poverty, and skepticism at every turn.

And he solved a problem that everyone - everyone - said was impossible.

He made shoes affordable for the world. He changed what it meant to be poor in America, because for the first time, working people could afford the basic dignity of good footwear.

Jan Ernst Matzeliger died young, poor, and forgotten. But his legacy walks with every person on Earth.

Every step you take is possible because a young man from Suriname refused to believe that impossible meant impossible.

His name should be as famous as Edison. As celebrated as Ford. But it's not.

Not yet.