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Teens Revolt Over Erika Kirk’s Visit To Their High School
Erika is turning her attention to high school students after hardly anyone at a state university bothered to show up to her event.
Students at a Phoenix high school are revolting against a planned visit from right-wing personality Erika Kirk.
After a sparsely attended Turning Point USA campus event, Erika is now turning her attention to high schoolers, with a planned event at Pinnacle High School in north Phoenix next week.But she is already not being met with open arms by students and parents.
“I don’t know why she’s coming here, to be honest,” Francisco Sanchez, a senior at Pinnacle High School, told 12 News Phoenix. “I think the topics that she talks about are too extremist for a school. I think there are better representatives we can have.”
Erika pictured at Charlie's funeral, which was held in Arizona at the Arizona Cardinals stadium.Daniel Cole/REUTERS
“It’s a little crazy because I would never have expected someone like her to show up at a high school,” high school senior Kasandra Acosta told the outlet.
“I’m pretty shocked. Honestly, I’m surprised it’s even happening,” she added.
Parents of students enrolled at the school told The Arizona Republic they were concerned about security--especially after earlier this week, Erika, who became CEO of her late husband Charlie Kirk’s TPUSA organization after his September killing, skipped an event at the University of Georgia over safety concerns.
“It’s not just your average citizen coming over to speak to the club. She brings politics with her, she brings division with her, just because everybody in America is divided,” Bobbe Noland, a parent of a Pinnacle student, told the Republic.
Vance, the second in line to the presidency, still attended the event earlier this week, despite security concerns with Erika.Jonathan Ernst/REUTERS
School officials told parents this week that students would see an increased security presence on campus during the event, prompting some parents to also demand that the school move her visit to after-school hours.
Phoenix Police told 12 News that since Erika’s visit was a private event, the responsibility for securing it rests with the event organizers and must be coordinated with the school district.
“We regularly work with community partners to support public safety during gatherings. As with any event, our officers will continue to monitor activity, review available information, and adjust deployment strategies as needed to help ensure a safe environment for students, staff, and the surrounding community,” a police spokesperson said in a statement.
Her speaking appearance has been organized with the school’s Club America chapter, a TPUSA-affiliated organization. The right-wing nonprofit is headquartered in Phoenix, and she and Charlie lived in the nearby affluent suburb of Scottsdale for many years.
The Daily Beast reached out to TPUSA for comment on the controversy.
Students at Pinnacle High School are not too enthused by Erika's visit to campus next week.Daniel Cole/REUTERS
It’s not the first time she and her late husband stirred up controversy in Arizona’s public schools.
In 2021, Erika and Charlie raged against the Scottsdale Unified School District’s mask policy during the COVID-19 pandemic at a school board meeting. At the time, the couple did not have any children yet.
During the meeting, Charlie called the mask policy a “self-righteous measure” enacted to “abuse the children.”
“There is zero evidence to show that children are at a significant risk of catching or dying from the Chinese coronavirus,” he claimed, adding, “You have awoke a sleeping giant. I hope you enjoy your masked, short-term future here while it still lasts.”
The Kirks had welcomed their first child in August 2022, a year after they complained to a school board about its COVID policies.Samuel Corum/Getty Images
Erika, who grew up in Scottsdale but attended private Catholic school, went as far as to demand a moment of silence at the board meeting for “the kids who will end up committing suicide this upcoming school year in 2021 and 2022 because of your reckless and ego-centered leadership and lack thereof.”
“As Christians, we are told to pray for our leaders and that is what I will do every day,” she said. “May God have mercy on your souls for everything you guys are doing in this leadership position.”One Scottsdale parent called them out, pointing out that they didn’t even have children who were enrolled in the city’s public schools.
“While the agitators from outside our district would have you think that masks mandates are only in place at liberal public schools, the list of private and parochial schools also enacting mask mandates is far from short,” the parent said. “I applaud SUSD’s governing board.”
My husband kicked me out of our mansion barefoot while his mistress wore my diamond necklace and laughed
My husband kicked me out of our mansion barefoot while his mistress wore my diamond necklace and laughed. I called my billionaire father from the rain and said, “Dad, reclaim it all.” Before midnight, the gates locked behind them—and the mansion no longer belonged to him.
The rain was so cold that night it felt like needles cutting through my skin, but the stone steps beneath my bare feet were colder.
Behind me, the mansion doors slammed shut with a sound so final that every servant in the hallway froze, every chandelier above the entrance trembled, and my marriage died right there on the front porch.
“Don’t stand there looking pathetic,” my husband, Adrian, said from the doorway.
He was still wearing the black suit I had chosen for him that morning. The same suit I had straightened at breakfast while he smiled and told me he had a late business dinner. Now his arm was wrapped around Vanessa’s waist, and Vanessa was wearing my diamond necklace.
Not a necklace like mine.
Mine.
The blue diamond pendant my mother left me before she died rested against Vanessa’s collarbone as if betrayal had decided to dress elegantly.
She touched it with her red nails and laughed.
“Honestly, Claire,” she said, leaning into my husband, “you should be grateful. At least he let you leave with your dignity.”
I looked down at myself. My silk dress was torn at the sleeve. My hair was soaked. My feet were bleeding from the gravel. My dignity was somewhere behind those locked doors, buried under ten years of lies.
Adrian stepped forward, his face twisted with impatience. “This mansion, this life, this name—you had all of it because of me. And now I’m done pretending you belong here.”
Something inside my chest cracked, but it was not weakness.
It was the sound of the last chain breaking.
“You’re making a mistake,” I whispered.
Vanessa burst out laughing. “She still thinks she’s important.”
Adrian’s mouth curved into a cruel smile. “By morning, you’ll understand exactly how unimportant you are. Your cards are canceled. Your accounts are frozen. Your phone plan ends tonight. Walk wherever you want.”
Then he tossed my purse into the puddle at my feet.
The servants looked away.
No one moved.
No one helped.
I bent down, picked up the soaked purse, and searched inside with shaking fingers. My phone screen was cracked, but it still turned on.
Adrian saw it and scoffed. “Who are you going to call? The police? A lawyer? Your imaginary friends?”
I did not answer him.
I pressed one number I had not used in three years.
The call connected on the second ring.
A deep voice answered, calm and powerful. “Claire?”
I closed my eyes as rain ran down my face, mixing with tears I refused to let them see.
“Dad,” I said, my voice steady now. “Take it all back.”
There was silence.
Then my father said only two words.
“Finally, sweetheart.”
At that exact moment, the mansion lights flickered once, and Adrian’s smile disappeared.
What Adrian never understood was that the mansion had secrets deeper than its marble floors, and the woman he threw into the rain was not the woman he thought he owned. One phone call had awakened everything he had built his throne upon, and by midnight, someone would be begging at the same gates he had locked against me. The rest of the story is below
He Stepped Over His Pregnant Wife To Save His Mistress—Then His Mother Proved The Betrayal Was Never An Accident.
He Stepped Over His Pregnant Wife To Save His Mistress—Then His Mother Proved The Betrayal Was Never An Accident.
The mistress shoved the pregnant wife on the mansion staircase, and her scream cracked through the foyer before anyone even touched her.
She slid down only two carpeted steps, but the fall stole the breath from her chest.
Both arms wrapped around her belly.
Her cream dress twisted beneath her.
One hand clawed at the runner as pain flashed across her face.
The mistress stood one step above her, still holding the railing, her black dress perfect, her eyes cold.
Then the husband rushed in.
For one desperate second, his wife reached for him.
Her fingers trembled in the warm chandelier light.
She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.
But he passed her.
He passed his pregnant wife lying on the landing like she was not even there.
He knelt beside the mistress and pulled her into his arms.
“Are you okay?”
The words hit harder than the fall.
His wife stared at him from the floor, her makeup streaked with tears, one palm still pressed over the child he had not even asked about.
Behind him, the mistress leaned into his chest and hid a small victorious smile against his lapel.
That was when the wife understood something cruel.
He had not failed to see her pain.
He had chosen whose pain mattered.
“You saw her push me,” she whispered.
He heard her.
Everyone would have heard her in that silent foyer.
But he tightened his hold around the mistress instead.
In that family, betrayal never called itself betrayal.
It called itself avoiding drama.
Protecting appearances.
Keeping private things private.
The camera drifted toward the staircase.
The truth was still standing there.
The mistress’s heel remained planted on the exact step where she had blocked the path.
Her hand was still tense around the railing.
Her body had not even finished confessing what her mouth would deny.
Still, the husband refused to look.
His wife’s expression shifted from pain to silent shock.
Not because the evidence was missing.
Because it was right there, and he still chose the lie.
Then his mother hurried in from the foyer entrance.
Elegant.
Wealthy.
Cold enough to make cruelty look like manners.
The pregnant wife looked up at her, hoping some part of the older woman would soften.
But the mother-in-law stepped past her without lowering her eyes.
Not one glance.
Not one question.
Not one hand offered to help her up.
She stopped in front of the mistress and touched her cheek with relief.
“Thank God you’re safe.”
The foyer went dead quiet.
The wife’s mouth parted slightly.
No words came out.
She lay frozen on the landing, one arm over her belly, tears cooling on her face, while the man she married held another woman and his mother blessed it.
The fall had hurt.
The shove had humiliated her.
But that sentence destroyed the last illusion she had left.
They had not misunderstood what happened.
They had decided it did not matter.
And in that golden mansion foyer, beneath the chandelier and the perfect curved staircase, the pregnant wife finally saw the truth clearly.
She had never been part of their family.
She had only been the woman they expected to suffer quietly while they protected the mistress.
