An Eye for an Eye

The cruelty that people show towards one another makes me feel sad, outraged and impotent to make it better. It’s why I avoid the news much of the time, and when I don’t you get posts like this, this and this (I think that was my best ever post title!).

It’s gotten much worse since I became a mother. Before motherhood I could read and watch stories about human cruelties, but could never read or watch anything about animals being hurt, even unintentionally. I’ve never seen Sounder, and the scene in Benji where the dog gets kicked triggered a crying jag that forced my Mom to take me out of the theater at the ripe old age of eight. I’d feel very sad and sorry about kids being hurt, but I could watch and read the stories.

Sometime during my pregnancy with Son things changed. I began to have the same reaction to stories about children that I’d always had to stories about animals. It causes such pain in my soul that I avoid them at most costs. When an online friend who was pregnant at the same time tragically lost her son shortly after birth I could not even hear what happened, and to this day don’t know the entire story. I can’t. I just can’t.

Today I read a story that I would not normally read. I don’t know what had me read it, but read it I did. It’s about a mother who lets her disabled daughter starve to death, and the friends and government workers whose lack of morals and the most basic common decency allowed it to happen.

This particular case was so heinous because this poor child was failed at every turn. Caseworkers who never went to see her and then conspired with agency supervisors to create and backdate reports detailing visits that never happened. Another that went once and had the mother pre-sign for future visits because he was too lazy to go back. Friends who lied about the girl’s state in the days before she died.

There’s more, and it’s all so very appalling.

I feel an overwhelming sadness for what that poor girl was made to suffer. The fact that it was at the hands of her parents – the people who were supposed to love and care for her – makes me weep. I think of my friend who lost her precious son, and I wonder how these parents – and all the other parents who inconceivably harm their children – can take such a precious gift from G-d so for granted, especially when there are other parents-in-waiting who would do anything to be so gifted.

I am not violent nor a vengeful person. But all I can think about is how much I feel these people should suffer. How I would love to see an eye for an eye. Warning! If you are like me and can’t read specifics about this tragedy please skip the rest of this paragraph! How much I’d like to see them lying in their own urine and feces, unable to move, as their raspy voices beg, beg for water. I want to see maggots in their bedsores, formed because they were forced to stay in the same bed for so long that the outline of their body is imprinted in the mattress.

I want them to suffer. A lot.  Why should they get mercy when that poor girl was denied?

So please join me tonight in a little prayer for the soul of Danieal. May she find in death that which she never experienced in life: peace.


4 Responses to “An Eye for an Eye”

  1. Funny about Money Says:

    There’s a place in Hell for people like that. Or more specifically, like Milton’s Satan, they are in Hell: it’s part of the fabric of their souls and they live in it everyplace they go.

    I hope the child finds peace, wherever she is.

    Meanwhile, as a society American need to find a way to deal with child protective services in virtually every state in the nation. I’m afraid it’s going to mean we have to put a lot more money into the system, even if we have to pay higher taxes. This story repeats itself over and over and over, in every part of the country. It’s inexcusable.

  2. GrannyAnnie Says:

    I also read that story, and I just felt sick. I wonder how those people can get up and go on every day, having participated in such cruelty. I am convinced the mother and father are just flat out fundamentally different from me, and I am unable to get inside that type of thinking. Take the other kids away, and send these folks to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Book “em, Dano. What does scare me, are the actions of the social workers and friends. What gaping holes are there in the system that allowed this paperwork trail to be fabricated? Why did the social worker get so overwhelmed he was unable to 1. make the required home visits, and 2. handle the abuse and neglect? If he was just lazy or unconcerned or whatever, who kept him on the job? Why? Those kinds of behaviors have clues. Was HIS supervisor overwhelmed? Is anybody going through OTHER case files now? I don’t have the answers either. I’ll tell you one thing, though. If I ever find out a “friend” is neglecting or abusing a child, my mouth is NOT going to stay shut.

  3. jiimiona Says:

    I’m sold :)) +1

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