I love our daycare provider. She is very sensitive to the children, and really attends to their needs. I feel my son is totally safe with her both physically and emotionally.
She is a big townie, and still lives in the house she grew up in. She used to be a marine.
We were talking one day about the Catholic sex abuse scandal.
She mentioned the local parish, and said, “All of the boys I grew up with were abused.”
“All of them?” I asked. Suddenly, I am wrapped up in semantics. All, to me, means every last one. The local church hasn’t been named in any of the press stories, or any legal proceedings.
“They were all abused,” she says.
“But they aren’t in any of the lawsuits,” I point out.
“The families were paid off.”
I couldn’t believe it.
Boston is experiencing a rash of violence. Drugs have always plagued the city.
Personally, I can’t help but believe that the wide spread abuse of children fuels both of these problems.
I am in AA, and I hear a lot of stories. You can always tell the incest survivors. You can see it in their eyes. Their souls have been stolen.
This is a crime that reverberates for generations. I still fight my mother’s demons. Everyone involved is dead, but I was a witness to my mother’s rage. It keeps me up at night.
I don’t believe that we will ever solve some of our more difficult issues until we take children’s lives more seriously. I would like to see the money spent on the war on terror instead, used to combat the terror some children experience in their homes.