Difficult

Sometimes we see good people struggling sincerely to make a decent fist of things; but they are surrounded by evil and it's machinations, sometimes so closely that there is no way of communicating with them. Their avenues are held in a common trust where the trust is all one way, and the influence of the malfeisants upon the innocents is such that they wouldn't think of trying to go outside normal channels anyway.

And so these people are used by the evil to maintain a facade of respectability, unassailable, incontrivertible respectability, behind which the malicious pursue their evil.
They are indispensible to the plan, as they guarantee the continuing flow of victims into the heart of the scheme, there to be dealt with, by threat, lie or some other form of coercion.

And the front man, gradually becoming a hollow man, wonders why his new friends keep on changing, leaving, knuckling under or shutting up.

Fact is, there comes a time when a decent human being has to make the decision to take full editorial control of his own life, and make those unlikely alliances unlikely to the point of being non-existent impossibilities.

That is the only way they can rejoin the Human race.