About 6 or 7 months ago I stopped reading the paper on the commute to and from work. The endless stories of tragic lives and events was difficult to digest on a daily basis and beginning to stress me out. The bigger stories come to me of course through other channels/feeds.
The Cleveland story has come through. I was horrified by the media circus around it and the comments of the ‘hero’ who helped these poor women out… kicked the door down.
What kind of world are we living in? what kind of community doesn’t notice this? for over a decade? how is it ok to deflect attention from the women by making jokes about the neighbour? Whichever way you look at it, this is a tragic, very brutal tale of violence against women and a reminder that it can happen anywhere, anytime. Very sad.
The New Yorker published an interesting piece on this story: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/closeread/2013/05/amanda-berry-charles-ramsey-cleveland-kidnap.html
It happens everywhere though, doesn’t it… here in the UK too… every now and then you hear a story about a house that’s been raided and women brought over to UK from somewhere in sex slave trade are freed… last year a group of men were prosecuted for grooming and abusing teenage girls – all over the news here… there are no words really… plenty of organisations fighting it but really has to be the community itself which does something, doesn’t it?
I wonder if it’s a sign of the times or maybe it’s always been this way and something that will never change?!
I remember a childhood of freedom. When I would leave my house on my bike in the early morning, meet my friends and spend the day cycling all over town. We had to be home by supper time, before dark. A childhood without mobile phones. My mother didn’t know where I was, what I was doing, who I was with… for hours on end. I cannot imagine my daughter having, allowing my daughter to have, this sort of freedom now. This too is very sad, isn’t it.