By: The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause
Let’s not sugarcoat this. Twenty-seven girls drowned at Camp Mystic, Texas, in one of the deadliest floods we’ve seen in years — and Sade Perkins decided that was the time to pull out a race card, slap it on TikTok, and act like she was dropping truth bombs.
No. She dropped the ball. Badly.
And I’m not gonna sit here quiet about it.
First of all — children died.
Let’s start where she clearly didn’t: human decency.
These weren’t symbols or statistics. They were little girls at a Christian summer camp. Playing, learning, laughing, singing praise songs under the trees. Until floodwaters came crashing through and stole their lives in minutes.
And somehow — somehow — Sade Perkins got on camera and made it about... race?
Her words, not mine:
> “If you ain’t white, you ain’t going. Period.”
“This is a white-only camp.”
“That’s why they’re getting sympathy. Because they’re white.”
Let me tell you what that sounded like: cold. calculated. cruel.
Not activist. Not radical. Not even provocative. Just… heartless.
This wasn’t “calling out the media.” It was dragging dead kids because they didn’t fit your narrative. And I don’t care how many think pieces try to twist it — that’s not social justice. That’s selective grief with a TikTok filter.
Let’s flip the script.
Imagine — just imagine — a white woman saying:
> “Only Black girls died? Oh well, no one cares.”
Would the world be calm? Would Twitter sip tea? Would the media call it “a conversation”?
NO.
It would be called what it is: racist, tone-deaf, disgusting.
Sade said it about white kids — and the silence was deafening.
But me? I’m not staying silent. Because grief should never be racialized. Period.
Oh, and the irony? She’s dating a white man.
Yes. While calling Camp Mystic “whites-only,” Ms. Perkins is literally partnered with Reverend Colin Bossen, a white pastor from Houston. And guess what? Even he disavowed her statements. He was like, “Uh-uh. Don’t drag me into this mess.”
The disconnect is wild.
She lost her seat. As she should’ve.
Houston Mayor John Whitmire kicked her off the Food Insecurity Board so fast, you’d swear it was a TikTok transition. “Deeply inappropriate,” he said.
I’d go further. Irredeemable. You don’t weaponize tragedy. Not on my watch.
The GoFundMe? Flopped. Deserved.
Someone (probably herself) started a fundraiser asking for $20K to “support” her through the backlash.
They didn’t even break $7,000.
People weren’t buying it — because deep down, we know the difference between a cancel-culture victim and someone who just chose to be nasty. This wasn’t a slip-up. It was intentional cruelty.
Brandon Tatum dragged her with facts.
Former cop turned truth-teller Brandon Tatum exposed her on his channel. He didn’t scream. He didn’t cry. He just showed receipts — including reports of a criminal record with violent charges and firearm possession.
Let me say that again: a woman with a record for violence told the internet she doesn’t care that children drowned... because of their skin colour.
How are we defending this?
This was never about activism.
It was about attention.
If your “hot take” requires standing on the graves of 27 girls — you’re not powerful. You’re pitiful.
Final Pause.
I’m The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause. And I refuse to let this moment be swept away by silence, think-pieces, or soft takes.
This isn’t me being angry.
This is me being human.
You don’t get to mock death. You don’t get to choose which kids deserve sympathy. And you definitely don’t get to act like your bitterness is bravery.
We mourn together. Or we rot alone.
And Sade? You chose the wrong side of history.
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