Protect Trans Kids activists
© Ashley Fraser/PostmediaA group of activists joined together for the Protect Trans Kids (again) protest to show support for anti-LGBT hate, rallying together at the Human Rights Monument on Elgin and marching to Parliament Hill, in Ottawa, Oct. 21, 2023.
Last November, the Post ran a column by transwoman Julia Malott who allegedly supports my right to free expression but simultaneously believes that my "persona" has devolved and that I've become divisive and resentful. The devolution, she wrote, occurred during my three-year-and-counting legal battle with the British Columbia College of Nurses and Midwives over my political speech on women's rights and the binary nature of human sex.

I could lose my nursing license and job because I said that males can never become females. I am resentful and I have changed after facing years of legal, professional, and personal abuses — but I haven't devolved.

Twenty years ago, no one would have batted an eye if a health care professional said that only women can give birth, or that women do not have penises. Today? You'll get hauled into a disciplinary tribunal for daring to say so. And just because I've insisted on loudly repeating these facts — it's obvious that human males don't birth offspring, whatever gender-obsessed "queer" activists think — I am called divisive, by detractors and supporters alike. That's wrong. What's divisive is our culture, with its increasingly pathological aversion to basic truths.

I've tried to keep myself a bulwark against the delusions and despotism of our times. I admit that I've abandoned any pretence of politeness, but my message — like the truth — has never changed. Nor will it. And nor should I hold myself to an arbitrary standard of politeness so as not to offend those who either hate the truth, or believe that Canada's sanity will be restored only if we hold courtly discussions about real-time crises. That won't work.

The situation in Canada is dire; we are well beyond the point of change making via raising our hands to speak before whimpering politely towards a cacophony of rainbow-adorned tyrants. There are sexual predators that have been transferred from men's to women's prisons based on "gender identity" rather than anatomy. The same is true of rape shelters. Those born as males are competing in women's sports categories. Hundreds of underage Canadian girls are being greenlighted for double mastectomies because they do not wish to be girls. Our health-care system continues to medicalize and transition gender non-conforming youth, despite the fact that other countries have realized this is a medical scandal not based on sound — or even any — evidence.

Canada's self-identification policies, flowing from gender identity legislation, have enabled 50-year-old transwoman Melody Wiseheart, who began swimming under that name in 2019, to compete against and undress in the same changing room as little girls and teens. And for Kayla Lemieux to wear obscenely large prosthetic breasts with protruding nipples while teaching high school students. Tara Desousa, known pedophile, rapist, and murderer, transitioned while in prison and now resides in a B.C. prison that runs a mother-baby program.

Nothing I've ever said or written is as "divisive" as what is happening to Canadian women and children; and the "division," again, occurs along the line of the rightfully outraged versus those who are intolerant of the naked truth.

Regulated professionals like me, or Jordan Peterson, are being sanctioned, punished, defamed, and censored for following truth, evidence, and our conscience — whether we are anodyne or not. And our court system, as Peterson has shown, may not afford any remedy. At this juncture, trying not to be "divisive" with our words is no different than waving a white flag. I refuse to equivocate over or sanitize the truth — and the provocation of an extremist minority is, to me, an acceptable side effect of my refusal to do so. They're mad? So be it. I'm mad too.

Malott wrote that she "was struck by a sense of lost potential" and saw me as someone she could "possibly envisaged as a friend" — if only I hadn't become so bitter and devolved as a result of my free speech battle. Well, I'm not fighting to make friends or hold ineffectual conversations.

I've unwittingly become the public face of this fight for women and children in Canada. I can't afford to be timid. I won't take pains to make winding, inoffensive arguments about whether women should be allowed to keep their sex-based rights, or children their bodily integrity and fertility. The answer is obvious. Canadians need to listen and to understand quickly. There is no time to be moderate. There is no time to baby the feelings of people who are horrified by truth in plain language.

Amy Hamm is a freelance writer and healthcare professional. She is co-founder of the nonpartisan Canadian Women's Sex-Based Rights (caWsbar).