Saturday, 16 March 2013
Gone Gone Gone She's Been Gone So Long
Well, today is the day...
After months of saying, I don't think I'm so pissed off anymore, poof, I allow the anger in...and it feels great, because it's necessary!!!
Now, don't get me wrong, I believe in being polite when polite is necessary...but nutters and their laissez faire attitude about the death and lifelong disfiguring of children their pits cause don't deserve polite.
A short time after my child was disfigured by a piece of shit pit, I discovered many things. Firstly I discovered that my son is made up of some powerful stuff, even with a massive open wound on his face and holes in his throat and along his lash line, he found ways to still be a kid! To this day, he still remembers where the microwave in the ER department is located, and waking up from the drugs that kept him sleeping while the surgeons closed him up (he jokes about feeling weird) but he doesn't remember the ride to the hospital, and that includes the words of the pit owner who openly asked what my little guy did to provoke the dog (my first taste of blaming the victim) yup, it happened right in front of my little guy, whose skin was an odd colour because of shock, who was wrapped up in towels to help keep that side of his face together, who had tears streaming down his face, whose face was swelling up as quickly as we sped to the hospital, yup, way to go you POS!!!
And for as shocking as all that was, I figured it was isolated, after all, we were dealing with the fool that would likely be held responsible for what his dog did, perhaps a reaction to those thoughts were what drove stupid ass comments...right??? Well, we all know the answer to that, pit owners are all cut from the same cloth aren't they?
Once we knew he'd be ok, like a dog with a bone, I dove into figuring out who else was out there, victim wise and support wise. During that time, I discovered we weren't alone, and that provided both some comfort but also added some fuel to my anger. Because along with discovering some truly dedicated to this cause souls, I found that the nutters treated every victim the same way they treated us, with callous disregard, and with a level of repellent hate I thought was only reserved for the utter dregs of society. And that level of hate is applicable to all victims, whether the child survives the attack or not...
For me, a turning point in how I "allowed" myself to feel about nutters was validated the day I become one who said I could call Craven a friend. The no fucking nonsense, no sugar coating, cut to the quick, researched words of Craven sat so very well within me. Through Craven we see the true side of who we deal with, what they are capable of, and what they will say and do in their efforts to continue to put us all at risk with what they choose to leash, or let roam neighbourhoods. For a short while after what our son went through, some of the videos posted on Craven I couldn't watch, the attacks were just too much. But now when I watch them, I can be thankful for what didn't happen, instead of dwelling on what did.
Enter Craven's latest blog entry. I blogged about the little one killed by pits (the one Craven refers to) but now, because of the skills liken to someone working in forensics, we can read about the peripheral, what went on before, and after a child was murdered by a babysitter's choice.
I've given up wondering why the act like they do, it's useless to try and figure it out.
Thank you Craven, for being so incredibly diligent, and for giving a shit!!!
Posted by Anne King at 10:12