Many are pledging, marching and holding events to discuss these acts of violence, to which many are seemingly surprised. Yet this has has been around a long, long time; decades in fact! From generation to generation. What is surprising is that it has been allowed to happen for so long, to so many. Why has this “terrorist act” been acceptable? Many women and men have had to hide their scars, make up lies and even disappear until their wounds healed. Why did it take so long, was it because we had selective acceptance about some hidden things? While in other instances that may have been broadcast or may have gone viral, society stopped their busy lives long enough to say, “You cannot do that, Naw, that ain’t right!” At the age of twelve, I would travel twelve blocks or more to visit our local library, as I was always interested in women 's health. …show more content…
I loved reading and research, anything that would help women. I would put on a two-piece suit or a cute little dress and I was on a mission. Then one day it all ended and my world came to a halt. I was the oldest of five, my mother had me when she was fifteen and my father was nineteen. I believe the pressure of having that many children by the age of twenty-one and twenty-four may have led to my father’s abusive behavior. Although, perhaps he too grew up with a nonfunctional acceptance of love? Although there are no excuses, it was his choice; yet we were not given a choice, it was mandated to us. Their fights were very violent nightmares for us all. When the police were called in the 60’s, they would say, “if we did not see him hit you we cannot lock him up.” This gave power to my father, while leaving us to feel invisible and more afraid. Sadly enough, this often took place, believe it or not during a full moon. It was not until a few years ago that I could even enjoy the beauty of a full moon. I have seen my mom with black eyes, a broken arm, a partially severed thumb, because she was fighting to get a knife from him. I had to accompany her to D.C General for doctors to reattach her thumb. I recall once hearing and partially seeing a fight so bad, I thought for sure my mother was dead in the other room. This was actually the very first one I recalled. That morning I laid there thinking...I know she is dead, I may have been about …show more content…
To be a part of their change, of their healing and the emergence of beauty for so many is overwhelming. To be counted with so many organizations on the front lines of restoration, while still in my healing process, is constantly a remarkable miracle to me.
Domestic Violence cripples the spirit, the soul and the mind. Yet often outsiders say in disgust, “why don’t you just leave, why don’t you just pick up, pack up and leave?” For many, doing so can often lead to a death sentence. Many have died attempting to leave or have been brutally beaten and left for dead. Look at today’s headlines.
Tragically, it took countless lives lost before “society” looked up. Per national statistics, someone is brutally beaten every 15 seconds. Anywhere from 13 million women are battered each year for asinine reasons, such as the dinner was too hot or too cold. As if you had just wandered into the “The Three Little Bears den.” Women have been violated because the bed was not made right, the house was not clean, they looked at someone, they were too fat or too skinny or “I” just felt like