Kaitlin Bennett Didn't Post My Interview
yep. that one. the one who shit herself at a frat party.
It was nearing the end of February, and I was walking from my dorm to my afternoon math class. But my commute quickly came to a halt when I started nearing the lawn of the student center. A crowd of at least a hundred people were swarmed around a booth; most of them wearing that godforsaken red baseball cap. I saw the sign: “Prove Charlie Kirk Wrong”.
Ew.
I was astounded for a number of reasons. One of which was just the shaken feeling of knowing someone I’ve seen countless times online— someone who had infuriated me countless times— was only a few feet from me. Another was just the sheer number of people who were there supporting him. Someone who I thought had been memed to death, I couldn’t fathom the type of person who would genuinely enjoy this man's content; but at that point, I didn’t have to. They were all there; the people who up until this point had existed to me only in Instagram Reel comment sections were there, in the flesh, at my university.
No, I did not attempt to “prove Charlie Kirk wrong”. He’s been doing this for years, debated people much smarter than me, and he’s still spewing the same nonsense. If proving Charlie Kirk wrong was in the realm of possibility it would have happened already; but it’s not and it hasn’t. Not because Charlie Kirk is some political mastermind, not even because he’s mastered the art of debate; but simply because he will never say “You have proven me wrong”. No matter what.
I moved away from the crowd and sat on a nearby bench, allowing myself to be late to class just so I could take in what would be the closest experience I would ever have to attending a Trump Rally. What was most notable about the attendees were their outfits; men wearing shirts that said “White. Straight. Republican. Male. How else can I piss you off today?” and spray-tanned women wearing crop tops that read “Daddy’s Home” featuring a drawing of a very buff-looking Donald Trump. One man was simply wearing a white T-Shirt that said “I ❤️ Explosives” which… okay. Despite my disgust and acute fear over the attire, I couldn’t help but crack a smile over the thought of these bigots planning their outfits the night before; laying out their MAGA caps, “Don’t Tread on Me” T-Shirts, and Oakley sunglasses like they’re preparing for a white-supremacist cosplay convention.
After mere seconds of my escaping the crowd, a large, tattooed man with a camera enters my vicinity. Accompanying him is a small woman with a very large microphone with a “Liberty Hangout” logo on it. Kaitlin Bennett was setting up her propaganda factory directly in front of me, on my campus, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Kaitlin Bennett is a right-wing content creator who was at her peak popularity in 2018-2020. Her schtick was walking around college campuses with an AR-10 strapped to her back and conducting street interviews with liberal college students, an obvious act of desperation for views. Spoiler alert: it worked. She amassed hundreds of thousands of subscribers on YouTube, with many of her videos raking in millions of views. Her prime quickly came to an end, however, when a photo of her appearing to have had an.. “accident” at a Kent State University party went viral. No amount of “owning the libs” can combat the entire internet knowing you shit yourself at a party.
Kaitlin Bennett continued her grift, though her content rarely escapes the alt-right bubble. That is to say, she is not getting Charlie Kirk numbers; which was apparent based on the fact that Kirk was fully invisible to me, surrounded by a herd of red. And Bennett was… just there, not even with Charlie Kirk, just riding his wave.
A while passed of maintaining enough distance to avoid any interaction, but still remaining close enough to observe, her crowd had died down quite a lot. She no longer had people waiting to debate her, and I overheard her tell her cameraman “I guess everyone’s in class”.
I smiled at that sentiment; did she think everyone had the same class at the same time? I instantly regretted my cheekiness. Maybe it was too obvious that I was trying to avoid eye contact. Maybe it was the disgusted look on my face that was impossible to hide. Maybe it was just the fact that I was wearing Converse. Kaitlin Bennett and I locked eyes.
Standing a solid ten feet away, she pointed her comically large microphone at me. Naively, I thought I had a say, so I shook my head repeatedly. This, obviously, didn’t stop her and her team from walking in my direction. My heart was racing. I had absolutely nothing to say to this woman. I didn’t want to give her content.
She put her stupid microphone in my stupid face. “I don’t want to talk to you,” I said, “Get away from me.”
“Why don’t you want to talk to me?”
I took the bait. “Because you’re a racist. And you shit yourself at a party.” I assume most of her conversations go this exact way, nothing revolutionary was happening.
“So you don’t like me because of my poop and you don’t like me because I’m racist. How am I racist?” I almost forgot that she is not a serious person.
I didn’t take the bait this time. “Get away from me. I don’t want to talk to you. You make bad content for stupid, hateful people.”
She said something about having over 100,000 subscribers, as though that meant something about the quality of her work.
“I don’t care. Get away from me, I’m not giving you content.”
“Yes you are.” She said, and admittedly, she was absolutely right. No matter what I said to her, no matter how logical I believe myself to sound. No matter how stupid I think I can make her look. She has the camera. She has the microphone. She’s paying the editors. No matter what I say, she controls the narrative.
So, without another word, I left. I didn’t want a propagandist to use my frustration, my inarticulate moments, to further her agenda. I didn’t want her to make money off my face. So I left.
Regrettably, she got a few views from me that weekend. I didn’t sit through entire videos, just skipped through to see if I ended up in a “triggered lib” compilation. But I didn’t.
And I know why I didn’t. If I were her, I would be concerned about the legality of posting a video of someone repeatedly saying “get away from me”. If that video had gotten posted and I were to report it, the entire thing would 100% be taken down. So good move, Kaitlin Bennett.
Maybe I’m floating around on Truth Social somewhere, or whatever paid streaming platform Liberty Hangout operates. But those are two places I will never visit, so I guess I’ll never know.
The main takeaway from this, though, is never ever engage with these people. The people who put a microphone in your face and spit an alt-right talking point in your face that would take hours to disprove; they don’t want a debate. They want to make you look like a clown. And they want to make money.
The Kaitlin Bennetts, the Charlie Kirks, and whoever else we consider to be a horseman of chronically online conservative brain rot, do not exist in good faith. Keep your head down, pretend they don’t exist, and walk away.
You will never win.
i love this! this feels like something out of a movie like when greg heffley gets cornered by rodrick. these people thrive off of hatred, it literally pays for them. professional rage baiters 😭!
omg where is she now? it has been forever since i heard about her - which is good cause nothing is worth reporting abt her content since she's just spewing racist remarks. and thank you for rejecting her, she's obviously trying to bait you into reacting and you resisted. such a cool piece! im new here and eager to read more of your stuffs!