Minnesotans,
You just learned something that should make your blood boil and then set your resolve like steel.
In Faribault — right here in our backyard — the Minnesota School for the Feeble-Minded (later Faribault State Hospital) was the primary factory floor for the state’s eugenics sterilization program. The 1925 law took effect January 8, 1926. That same day, women at the Faribault institution were sterilized. Over the following decades the state cut into at least 2,200–2,350 people, overwhelmingly women, under the banner of “improving the stock,” protecting society from “defectives,” and compassionate population management. Faribault was ground zero. The records exist. The numbers are documented. The progressive experts of the day congratulated themselves for their scientific mercy.
(Twin Cities Pioneer Press | MinnPost / MNopedia | MNopedia entry)
This was not fringe. This was official Minnesota policy, sold with the same soft language of care and progress that still gets used today.
I wrote about the deeper pattern months ago in From St. Michael to the Phoenix: How a Tiny Syndicate of Darkness Looted the State the Saints Built. That piece traced how a small network of politicians, nonprofit executives, and ideological activists hollowed out the state the missionaries and Catholic settlers consecrated — the land named for St. Michael, St. Paul, St. Anthony, St. Cloud, St. Croix, and dozens more. They did it through the Thirty-Year Heist of refugee pipelines, ghost daycares, COVID cash, and autism mills. Through the Duluth Model that treated every father as the default abuser and fed the foster-care grift while calling it “protection.” Through affirmative-action regimes that codified discrimination against the very people whose ancestors built the place and called it equity. And through the open mockery of a satanic phoenix and Baphomet display in the Capitol rotunda while the governor’s office shrugged “First Amendment.”
The Faribault sterilizations sit in the same continuum. Same twisted mindset. Same sales pitch.
Label a class of people defective or dangerous. Claim scientific or moral authority. Package the violence as compassion or public good. Demand silence from anyone who notices the bodies and the broken families. Then move on to the next target while the institutions keep the money and the power flowing.
Yesterday it was the “feebleminded,” the poor, the immigrant who failed an English IQ test, the unmarried mother. Today it is the biological reality of sex, the intact two-parent home, the merit-based worker, the unborn, the confused child handed over to irreversible medicalization. The language never changes much: “protection,” “equity,” “care,” “progress.” The fruit stays the same — families shredded, children harmed, taxpayers looted, truth inverted.
This is why the 1987 SNL sketch that recently resurfaced hits so hard. A doctor surgically turning baby boys into girls because “they’re little girls trapped in boys’ bodies” and “boys are bad” was once pure dark comedy. Audiences laughed because it was absurd. Minnesota’s progressive laboratory has spent a century turning that absurdity into policy and calling it compassion. The punchline stopped being funny the moment the scalpels came out for real.
People have no idea how long we have been fighting this. The saints who planted the Cross here, the farmers and veterans and parishioners who built schools and hospitals and orphanages, the whistleblowers who kept exposing the next layer of the grift — the fight is older than any of us. Evil has always preferred to wear the mask of mercy. That is how it gets past the gate.
But the God who consecrated this land still reigns. The same Christ who flipped tables, cast out demons, and gave His people authority over unclean spirits is not the neutered figure the half-gospel sold us. He did not die so we could endure the destruction of families, the medicalization of children, the looting of the public treasury, and the mockery of His name in the Capitol while we smile and call it tolerance.
We cast it out by telling the full truth. The eugenics chapter. The Duluth Model chapter. The fraud pipelines. The discrimination machines. The ideological capture of schools and clinics. All of it.
We cast it out by reclaiming the full Gospel — authority, courage, fruit that actually lasts.
We cast it out by restoring a constitutional republic that treats every person as made in the image of God, not as defective stock to be managed or political raw material to be harvested.
Hope is not soft optimism. Hope is the hard-edged confidence that the same Spirit who fueled the missionaries is still here, that the Cross outlasts every phoenix they parade, and that ordinary Minnesotans — farmers, veterans, parents, parishioners, workers — are done being passive targets.
The axe is still laid to the root. The guilty should sweat. The land the saints built can be reclaimed.
Remember who you are. Bear real fruit. Stand up.
The syndicate of darkness has had its century of smiling cruelty. It ends when enough of us refuse the lie that evil is compassion.
Phillip C. Parrish
Candidate for Lieutenant Governor of Minnesota
Lindell-Parrish Ticket
Retired U.S. Navy Lieutenant Commander
Campaign Manager Heidi Wanty: heidi@parrish4mn.com
1 (612) 460-1717
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Share this. Talk about it. Print it. The time for silence is over.
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