If you’ve been keeping up with events, you’ll know that a week ago today my identity was revealed by a far-left activist group from the UK called Hope Not Hate. Don’t worry: I’m all right.
In fact, I’m better than all right. The doxx hasn’t actually harmed me in any sense. It’s only made me stronger and more committed to what I’m doing. The Damoclean Sword that hung above my head has gone, and my DMs are now flooded with e-girls.
Silver linings, eh?
One thing I wanted to talk to you about today is a curious thing that happened two weeks before I was doxxed. I went into a farm shop I’ve frequented on and off over the last four years and was greeted by the owner, in excitable mood. “Here, come and look at this,” he says, and takes me behind the counter. He presses into my hand a folded piece of paper.
It’s an email.
From a journalist.
Asking whether I [i.e. REN] buy my eggs and milk at the farm shop.
Fuck.
Needless to say, I managed to keep my cool and complete my shop, but my heart rate probably did increase by a few beats per minute.
I thought I’d reproduce that email here, for your reading pleasure and also for your edification. So here it is, with only personal details redacted.
Hello,
My name is Katherine Long. I’m a journalist for Business Insider. I’m on a reporting quest and I believe you may be able to assist me.
I have been interested for some time in an influential blogger named Raw Egg Nationalist. Though he is from the UK, he is increasingly prominent here in the US, where he has affiliations with a well-funded think tank, The Claremont Institute, and has been featured in a Fox News documentary. His primary thesis is that men should eat more raw eggs and more raw milk as part of an ethos of vigorous white, male nationalism based on what he describes as traditional values.
I’m emailing you because, based on photos he has posted on social media, I believe he does much of his grocery shopping—or, at least, he did, at one point—at X farm shop. Do you or any of your staff know of a man who regularly buys large quantities of eggs and milk? (By “large quantities,” I mean dozens of eggs a week—he claims to eat more than 10 raw eggs a day.) If so, I would be very grateful if you could pass along his name. I am happy to keep our conversation confidential, i.e. I would never tell anyone how I had learned his name.
I expect this is not a typical email for your farm shop to receive! I am happy to chat over the phone to share more about my reporting and why I think this person is of such particular interest. I am reachable on Signal at…
Warmly,
Katherine
Now that’s some real brass neck, huh?
You’ve almost got to hand it to her.
And I did. On Monday I sent Katherine a warm message on Signal, commiserating her for coming so close and yet failing to be the one to identify me. No doubt it would have taken her career to another level to be the one, finally, to unmask the “influential blogger” Raw Egg Nationalist. Better luck next time, I said. Maybe you’ll get Breast Milk Nationalist or Ceviche Nationalist or some other important figure on Twitter instead.
Chin up!
In all seriousness, though. It’s hard to know what to make of this. Like I say, it came two weeks before I was actually doxxed and the information she cited—she included a link to an old Twitter post—did reveal information about my shopping preferences and broad geographical location, but nothing more than that.
I’ve spoken to friends in the know, and they think the email shows that someone was shopping around information about me in the weeks before the doxx. That may be true. Perhaps someone—an individual, an organisation—had the information necessary to reveal my identity but lacked a legitimate outlet for it to be published by, for maximum effect. Hence Business Insider.
But then, if Katherine Long had been given information that was sufficient to establish my identity, why would she bother contacting a farm shop I’ve used on and off over the last four years to try and find out my name? I don’t think that adds up, frankly.
It’s equally likely, I think, that Ms. Long simply put her rudimentary detective skills to work and trawled through my tweets like a raccoon in a dumpster until she found something tasty, then took a punt on it.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
It’s not beyond the realms of possibility that she was simply commissioned by Business Insider to look into me on the basis of my online notoriety and growing profile.
Whether or not I ever get to the bottom of who doxxed me and how doesn’t really matter all that much—the one thing that’s clear, at least, is that the official explanation is utter bullshit—but there are salutary lessons to be learned for anonymous posters and writers.
I almost got doxxed twice in two weeks, would you believe it?
The only reason journos bother doxxing Substack bloggers is because they hope the guy behind the screen is as ugly as they are.
As you and Lomez proved, this is not the case.
"Journalist" Katherine Long's LinkedIn is one of the cringiest I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of demoralized commissar LinkedIn profiles, believe me: https://www.linkedin.com/in/katherine-long-6a7227118/
Pronouns? Check.
Massive forehead with vacant, sociopathic stare? Check.
NYT, Vox, Seattle Times? Check.
2 Demoralized DIEvy League degrees including Columbia Journalism School? Check.
State Department and Fulbright? Check.
Imagine how much self-loathing this pathetic femcel has. Her life of status-seeking striving has led to stalking anons and local farmers. Yet she still believes she on the right side of history, part of the resistance is speaking truth to power.