No More Wishin': My Stand Against Performative Allyship

mumtahw
Aug 31
2 min read

For over three years, I have carried the fight for justice for my son, Muriyd “Two Clouds” Williams, while organizations, agencies, and individuals who claim to advocate for Missing and Murdered Indigenous People (MMIP) have done nothing but posture. I have sent hundreds of messages and letters. I have shared the truth openly. And yet, the silence and inaction remain.

Recently, I received yet another hollow message—talk of folks “wishing to honor” justice for Two Clouds—after years of abandonment. Words without action are not justice. Performative allyship does not save lives or honor them. Empty wishes do not serve grieving families or the relatives of the missing and murdered.

I am publishing my response to the writer, because the truth is not afraid of the light, and also, I am very familiar with how insincere, self-proclaimed advocates behave when their egos are bruised by my refusal to assuage their performances. They lie, manipulate the truth of our interactions, and attempt to pretend that they put forth an effort that they actually did not. This is my official stance and documentation of the pattern: I do not want performative allyship. I want justice for my son, and I will continue the real work myself.

My Response:

If folks “in the streets” were interested in honoring justice for my son (whatever that is supposed to mean) I would know about it. As it were, you and all the rest are interested in nothing more than sporadic, perfunctory talk that assists no one in no way—outside of y’all’s egos—certainly no MMIP who you all claim to advocate for.

I have personally reached out to hundreds of self-proclaimed activists/advocates/protectors/

defenders/warriors/organizations/agencies who have done zero to help the situation—or even bring awareness. HUNDREDS. That means that this is not a simple coincidence; it is a pattern that directly affects the missing, murdered, and endangered, and the relatives that truly have goals of justice.

You and yours cannot or will not use your platforms and allyship for the real work. That’s not just negligence—it’s betrayal. So what is the real agenda?

Tell the folks in the streets they can dump their “wishes” to honor my son in the Hudson with the rest of the filth and toxins. There’s nothing any of you have to offer. I am already on the inside, pouring the gasoline—and it’s no place for costumed “warriors.”

Let this be the last time you reach out.