Nolan Wells' Mother & Erika Kirk Prove Feminism Broke Grief | Jason Whitlock Harmony

**Jason Whitlock** (0:01)
Christine Wells-Wonsley looked into her phone camera and told her followers she calls them her boo bears, poo bears, that she appreciates the content creators who are using their podcasts and platforms to keep Nolan Wells' story going. Take a listen.

**Christine Wells-Wonsley** (0:20)
We've had so, so much love from everyone. But we've also had a lot of hate. That's one thing I don't really get on any social media and talk about is the backlash, the hate that we're receiving. Because I don't really like to give those things attention. I really want to try to just focus on those who are supporting us, who are asking the most important question. I don't care about all these other questions. I truly do not care because me and my family, we don't owe anybody anything. To those of you who are showering me and my husband with love, thank you. We see the messages.
We see it all. But specifically to those of you who have been so supportive, I can't thank you enough. And I hope you guys have a great day. I'm so sorry this video is so long. Please just continue to pray for me and my family as we're navigating not only the loss of our child, but also trying to grieve, trying to process while being on a national stage.
And I love you guys. Have a blessed day. Bye. Yeah.

**Jason Whitlock** (1:44)
She has no interest in justice. She just wants to see the story continue. She just wants there to be no accountability. She just wants the story to keep going.
That is the inventory check. That is the machine announcing itself from the inside through the mouth of a grieving mother who didn't know she was reading the sales report out loud. Follow the transaction. A dead son is the product. The grief performance is the distribution channel. The poo bears are the customers and the content creators she thanked. They are the sales force. They do not get paid when the story closes. They get paid when the wound stays open. The story is a thriving business, an excuse to stay on TV, stay on podcasts, stay relevant nationally. For the first time in her life, Nolan Wells is drowning is worth more unresolved.
An answered question is a dead account. A healed mother with nothing left to post is a platform that went dark. That is not a conspiracy. That is a business model.
Now, I'm going to take you some place really uncomfortable to Arizona.

**SPEAKER_4** (2:58)
This is that fire.

**Jason Whitlock** (2:59)
Grab your Bible.
Five days after Charlie Kirk was assassinated, his wife Erika sat down on the Charlie Kirk show. Watch for yourself.

**Erika Kirk** (3:10)
My heart is with every one of my husband's employees who lost a friend and a mentor. I want to thank the staffers of his amazing Charlie Kirk show, who helped him broadcast from this studio, this chair.

**Christine Wells-Wonsley** (3:33)
Every day, he loved it. He loved what he did.

**Jason Whitlock** (3:40)
Five days, there is audio, leaked audio again of Erika giggling, talking about the merchandise numbers, attendance figures. Take a listen.

**Erika Kirk** (3:50)
We didn't even know where to begin. The fact that we were able to pull off an event of a century, like it's just insane. We had over 275,000 people that attended, and a stadium overflow, I think. We're at like over 200,000 for merch sales. Again, it's not easy, but again, grief is hard.
Otherwise, honestly, Turning Point USA and Turning Point Action, will seem ahead, you guys. Charlie would want us to get back to work, and that's what we're doing. We have so much to do.

**Jason Whitlock** (4:41)
The movement was growing. The brand was alive. Charlie Kirk was in the ground and the numbers were climbing. She filmed him in the casket. She kissed his hands on camera. She posted it.
Now tell me the difference.
One woman is a black mother in Mississippi, thanking content creators for keeping the story going. One is a conservative widow in Arizona, calculating Q forward numbers five days after the funeral. Different politics, different zip codes, different races, different machines, same mechanics, same phone, same audience, same open wound that nobody in the machine will allow to close.
I'm not trying to condemn either one of these women. I'm identifying the sickness because you cannot treat what you will not name. The attention economy perverts everything it touches. We all love attention more than we love the word. The Proverbs 31 woman is praised at the gates, not on camera, at the gates, in the community, among people who know her by people with accountability to her and to God. Her works follow her. They don't precede her. She isn't posting at midnight for strangers calling her brave. Scripture gives grief a structure to everything there is a season. It's explained in Ecclesiastes 3, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. That means grief has a time, which means it also has an end. The machine has no use for an end. The machine needs grief that runs on subscription. When the Biblical structure is gone, the husband, the elder women, the covenant community, the church mothers who have buried children before you and will tell you hard truths, what fills the vacuum? Followers, likes, a comment section full of people calling you queen because your pain is making them feel something on a Tuesday morning? That is not healing. That is captivity dressed as empowerment. Feminism made a promise to women. Your emotions are valid. Your voice matters. Your pain is power. Your leadership equals a man's in the home, in the church and in the public square. That is not entirely wrong. A woman's voice does matter under God, in order, in covenant. Detached from that order, it starts to sound like Katanji Brown Jackson in front of Congress, unwilling to define the word woman. It starts to sound like Stephanie White at a microphone saying she's not educated enough to know whether men should play sports against women. Virtually all women and most men leave their Bibles at home when they enter the world. God's word gets you killed in the world. Most people are justifiably afraid of death. Without a husband, without God, without the structure of a covenant community, any true touch by feminism becomes an irresistible permission slip for wickedness. Permission to perform, indefinitely. Permission to monetize, indefinitely. Permission to stay broken, indefinitely because broken is now the brand. A healed Christine Wells-Wonsley has nothing to post. A healed Erika Kirk has no reason to go on the show. A healed woman is a threat to the content cycle.