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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 controversyStudents 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.”
"The vanilla buttercream hit the hardwood floor with a sickening, heavy thud.
"The vanilla buttercream hit the hardwood floor with a sickening, heavy thud.
I didn’t even register the sound of the custom glass platter shattering. All I could see was my ten-year-old son, Leo, standing over the wreckage of a three-tier cake, his chest heaving, his fists clenched at his sides.
Pink and white frosting was splattered across the polished shoes of my business partners. It was smeared across the velvet chairs rented from the event company. And, worst of all, it was dripping down the front of my pregnant wife Vanessa’s six-hundred-dollar maternity dress.
The silence in the Oak Creek Country Club banquet room was absolute. Sixty people—my hardware store employees, the loan officers from the local bank, the members of our church congregation—stopped breathing all at once.
Vanessa let out a sharp, theatrical shriek, her hands flying to her mouth. ""My baby! He tried to hurt my baby!""
I saw red. The public humiliation, the disrespect, the sheer malice of ruining this celebration—it all boiled over in a fraction of a second. I lunged forward, grabbed Leo by the shoulder, spun him around, and slapped him across the face.
The smack echoed off the high ceilings.
""What is wrong with you?"" I roared, my voice cracking with a mix of fury and embarrassment. ""Go to the car. Right now!""
Leo didn’t cry. He didn’t run. He just stood there, the red mark blossoming on his pale cheek, staring at me with a look I had never seen before. It wasn’t defiance. It was pity.
Forty-five minutes earlier, everything had seemed perfect. We had just arrived at the country club, and Vanessa had been practically glowing, orchestrating every detail of the shower. But Leo had been quiet. He had been complaining of his seasonal allergies, so I had sent him to the bridal suite down the hall to find the emergency inhaler I kept in Vanessa's oversized leather tote bag.
I didn't know then what he had found when that bag tipped over on the vanity. I didn't know about the practice sheets of paper. I didn't know about the plastic capsule the caterer had been instructed to slide into the center of the cake's bottom tier.
All I knew was that Vanessa had insisted, loudly and in front of everyone, that I be the one to cut the first slice. ""You have to cut right down the middle, Thomas,"" she had cooed into the microphone just moments before the crash. ""There’s a special surprise waiting inside for you. I want everyone to see it.""
I had the silver cake knife in my hand. I was three steps away.
That was when Leo had sprinted out of nowhere, diving past the gift table and shoving the heavy cake stand with all the strength his eighty-pound body could muster.
Now, standing in the ruins of the party, I glared at my son, waiting for him to apologize, waiting for him to break down.
Instead, Leo slowly lifted his hand and pointed at the smashed remains of the bottom tier.
""Look inside it, Dad,"" he whispered. ""Before she hides it.""
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"The perfect wife was about to commit the unthinkable. Then the front door opened."""" The heavy bronze candlestick was raised high in the air.
"""""""The perfect wife was about to commit the unthinkable. Then the front door opened.""""
The heavy bronze candlestick was raised high in the air.
Her target? A frail, elderly woman trapped in a wheelchair.
It was supposed to be a flawless plan. A tragic """"accident"""" while her husband was away at work.
But he came home early.
""""Put it down!"""" he shouted, his voice echoing through the kitchen.
In a split second, her murderous glare vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly bright, fake smile.
""""Honey! You're back early,"""" she cooed, her fingers still gripping the weapon. """"I was just scaring her... she keeps stealing my things.""""
She thought the sweet lie would save her. She thought she could manipulate him like always.
But he wasn't buying it. His eyes were cold, filled with furious disgust.
""""Don't you dare lie to me!"""" he roared, violently snatching the candlestick from her hands and slamming it down.
As the heavy metal crashed against the counter, a new sound pierced the dead silence.
Wailing sirens. Approaching fast.
Her mask shattered, leaving only pure, wide-eyed terror.
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"When my husband shoved me into the freezing pool in front of his entire family, I thought the cold water would be the worst part.
"When my husband shoved me into the freezing pool in front of his entire family, I thought the cold water would be the worst part.
I was wrong.
The worst part was hearing them cheer.
“After everything I paid for this weekend,” I said, standing on the deck in my emerald-green jumpsuit, “I think I deserve a chair at the table.”
My mother-in-law, Denise, leaned back in her white designer sweater and gave me a slow, insulting smile.
“This is a family vacation, Olivia,” she said. “Not one of your business meetings.”
The backyard fell quiet for a moment. The firepit crackled. Music played softly from expensive outdoor speakers. Around the long table sat my husband’s parents, his sister, two cousins, and friends I had met only once.
Every plate of steak, every bottle of wine, every room in the lakeside rental had been paid for by me.
Then my husband, Tyler, walked over from the grill.
He wore a black polo shirt, jeans, and the familiar expression he always had when his mother was unhappy with me: annoyance, not concern.
“Apologize to my mom,” he said.
“For what?” I asked. “For asking to be treated with basic respect?”
Tyler glanced at his relatives. They were all watching.
That was when his mouth curved into a smile.
“You think you’re better than us because you make more money?”
“I never said that.”
“No,” Denise interrupted. “But you act like it.”
I had spent four years ignoring comments like that. I paid for Tyler’s car when he lost his job. I covered his father’s medical bills. I even used my vacation days to plan this trip because Denise said the family “needed quality time.”
But the moment I asked for a seat, I became the villain.
Tyler stepped closer.
“Maybe you need a reminder that money doesn’t make you important.”
Before I could move, his cousins grabbed my wrists.
“Tyler, stop!” I shouted.
They dragged me across the wet grass toward the pool. My lavender jacket slipped from my shoulders. The water was dark beneath the moonlight, and the night air cut through my clothes.
For one second, Tyler looked at me.
I waited for him to stop them.
He didn’t.
He pushed me.
The cold stole my breath instantly. I sank beneath the surface, my shoes heavy, my arms flailing as panic tightened around my chest. When I finally reached the edge, I heard laughter above me.
Denise was clapping.
Tyler’s brother was recording on his phone.
And Tyler stood there smiling while his family applauded my humiliation.
I pulled myself out without help.
Water streamed from my hair and soaked through my emerald jumpsuit. I was shaking so hard I could barely unlock my phone.
But I didn’t cry.
I didn’t scream.
I opened the reservation app.
The rental house was in my name.
The two SUVs were in my name.
The private boat trip, the catered brunch, the concert tickets, and every remaining expense for the weekend were connected to my card.
Tyler saw my screen and suddenly stopped smiling.
“Olivia,” he said quietly. “Don’t be dramatic.”
I looked at him, then at the family who had just laughed while I fought to breathe.
“You wanted entertainment,” I said.
My thumb hovered over the cancellation button.
“Now you can watch what happens when the person you disrespect stops paying for your life.”
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