Dear Tyler J. Robinson,
September 29 is a date that holds meaning for both of us. It was the day I came to the United States, searching for a new beginning, and now it is the date of your next appearance in court. For me, that coincidence is not small—it reminds me that life places us in unexpected mirrors. You face the judgment of the world, while I face the judgment of my own past and present choices.
When I compare myself with you—the man the world now sees as disgraced—I find strength. Not because I wish you harm, but because I realize how much worse my life could be. I do not measure myself against winners; I measure myself against the defeated, the ones who lost their way, those buried in jail forever, those dying in hospitals, those trapped under bombs. Against that backdrop, I see that I am still standing, still climbing, and still capable of change.
Too often we believe our problems are the biggest, because we cannot see the pain next door. But when I look beyond myself, I recognize my advantage: I still have air to breathe, steps to walk, and words to write. That awareness keeps me moving forward, even when my burdens feel unbearable.
The world waits for your words. Everyone already knows what you did, but what is missing is your heart. Only you can tell us why. The investigation may move slowly, or even be hidden, but truth cannot remain buried forever.
And when that moment comes, Tyler, remember this:
Your voice is still yours. The chance to explain, to confess, to repent, or to seek forgiveness has not been taken away.
History will not remember your silence with kindness. If you speak from the heart, you might still write a chapter that redeems part of your story. If you remain silent, others will write it for you—and they will never show mercy.
Dear Tyler J Robinson:
Today I write with a heart heavy from memories and present sorrows, but also with hope for forgiveness.
In the middle of this pain, Erica, forgiveness becomes a call to humanity. I can say, “I forgive my mother,” but I truly mean it only when I face the reality that even today, at almost seventy-five years old, I still carry wounds that bleed. Memories slap me in the face, reminding me of abandonment, neglect, and scars that never fully closed. That is why I know forgiveness is not about erasing the past but about creating a new scenario where hatred can no longer grow.
I need to forget in order to forgive. Not to erase history, but to stop giving power to the pain that keeps trying to come back. Forgiveness is my only way forward—a deliberate act of freedom.
And today, I cannot avoid thinking of your mother. What a painful day it must be for her, surrounded by events, participants, voices, and judgments, and yet so few stop to see her silent suffering. Nobody cares about the pain of a mother—but I do. I pray for her. We cannot blame her for the choices of her son. This is her cross to carry, and I believe she should stand there, right in the middle of the pain and also the celebration of life. Because only in that place can the fullness of love and grief be honored together.
Forgiveness, then, is not only mine to give—it belongs also to her, as she faces the unbearable weight of being a mother on such a day.
Tyler, please—stand up and apologize to your mother as your first step to redemption. Do it, and do it now. The world is waiting for you.
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Dear Tyler James Robinson,
Let’s uncover together the monster that lives inside each of us. While the whole world has turned against you, I choose to stand by your side—not to excuse your actions, but because I believe that when every stone is overturned and the truth comes to light, people will begin to see you differently. If your path is nothing more than a hunger for fame, then I will be deeply disappointed. But if you are willing to face the truth, then I remain here—not as your judge, but as someone who understands the darkness within.
I know what it means to fail because of your own choices. I know what it means to let the monster inside take control. That is why I will not push you further down. Instead, I want to offer my support and remind you that even now, you are still here. You still have the chance to make a difference. Speak out, and let us be part of your recovery story.
Too often, society points fingers at those who fall, mocking them, condemning them, while lacking the courage to extend a hand. I do not care as much about what you did—I care why you did it. If we can understand that, then your fall can become more than a tragedy; it can become a lesson, a warning, maybe even a chance for redemption.
Hatred has destroyed countless lives before yours, and many sit in prison today because they chose the same easy road. Can you imagine, Tyler, if you had used all that energy, all those resources, not to harm, but to build something greater? That is the path you must now face—the uncertain road of speaking the truth and owning the reasons behind your fall. Only you and time can decide what comes next.
And let me say this clearly: I strongly disagree with the idea of gifting a weapon from father to son, or grandfather to grandson. A weapon is not a gift. Love is a gift. I would rather see a child receive a cardboard heart painted red by hand than a gun wrapped in a bow. I remember the day I made my own decision: living at Three Horizons North, I chose to surrender my weapon to the police. On the way, I found myself in an elevator with the same man who had vandalized my car. I had the weapon in my hand. He saw it and ran out at the first stop. That moment could have changed my life forever—but instead, I gave it up. I turned the weapon over to the North Miami Police Department. I was still dragged into court, accused of possession, but I never regretted surrendering it. That day I understood a weapon is not a gift, it is a curse.
I am so sorry for your mother, and for the pain she must be carrying. No mother dreams of seeing her son’s name on the list of the most wanted men. It must feel like a knife in her heart every time she sees the news, a wound that never closes. The truth is, the role of a mother in a child’s life is everything. It is far easier for a good mother to raise even a bad boy, than it is for a boy with a bad mother to fight his whole life just to be good. I wish I had a mother like yours, one who could have led me to the door of the university. Instead, my own mother left me in the hands of a mentally ill person. My childhood was abandonment, while yours was full of love and opportunity. And yet, despite the difference, our lives show the same truth: the monster inside us does not care where we come from.
I am sorry, too, for your father. But I cannot agree with the choice of giving a weapon as a gift. To me, it is not a symbol of care, but of danger. These choices are part of the tragedy, and they show us how deeply culture itself can mislead even the ones who love us most.
It is difficult to write to you without hearing your own voice. Silence can be misleading—born of fear, or influence, or strategy. But your silence also shows strength. While the media tries to label you as weak, as something to be mocked, I see in your silence a kind of discipline, even courage. Still, silence will not carry you forever. Sooner or later, the truth must be spoken.
Tyler, you are alive, and that alone means you still have the power to make a difference. Many young people can learn from your mistakes if you are honest about them. You can become a warning, not a hero—but a teacher who shows how easy it is to be trapped and overpowered by the monster inside. Each of us must learn to control it, to refuse to let hatred decide our path. And I trust that God, in His mercy, can still give you a second chance—not to undo what has been done, but to shine a light on the lessons hidden in your fall.
That is why I write this first letter. Not to excuse you, not to glorify you, but to call on you to stand up in the truth. Because at the end of it all, one lesson stands above the rest:
Respect is the Real Gun Control.
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