Child Cruelty and Worse...........Graham
Oct 19, 2018 18:11:12 #
No words from me are neccessary.....
This is a story about a little boy with a big heart. And it's a story that everyone should read.
The story is about Ivan, but ultimately, it isnt just about him. It is, rather, about millions of other children like Ivan, living the same nightmare across the world today.
While this story of Ivan is fictional, its message hit me right in the chest. We must not ignore this issue. We must not forget Ivan.
My name is Ivan and I'm 7-years-old. I love my mom and dad, but I'm also very afraid of them. They often hit me and I don't understand why.
This morning I woke up and went to school. I am a good student and my teacher likes me.
I like all my classmates, too, but I have no friends. That's why I usually stay indoors during breaks. Nobody wants to play with me. I tried to make friends with the other children, but they rejected me and said I was disgusting.
They laugh at me because I wear the same worn-out jeans, t-shirt and torn shoes every day.
One day after school I went into the coat room and stole a jacket that was hanging there for a long time, nobody seemed to be missing it. Then I went home alone through the snowstorm. I was shivering with cold and it was hard to walk against the strong wind. Suddenly someone pushed me forward, I fell down in the snow and someone pressed my face into it. Then they said:
No one likes you. Idiot!
They kicked me in my back and in my stomach, then they ran away and left me in the cold snow.
I cried. Not because I was cold or injured, I cried because I did not have a single friend, even though I liked everyone else.
As soon as I got home, my mother ran over and grabbed me by the hair.
Where have you been? Why are you so wet and dirty? Blasted child, no dinner for you, go to your room and stay there.
I did as my mother told me, I went into my room and did not get out until the next day, although I was very hungry and freezing cold.
My grades got worse and worse, and every time dad was informed, he hit me hard. Once he hit me so hard that I could not move my index finger, I never got back the movement in my index finger and all the children laughed at me for it.
Time went by and one day I got a lot of pain in my chest.
Mom and dad did not care I was hurt. In the evening I lay in my bed and I only wanted one thing. I wish I would not hurt more, because I did not want to annoy Mom and Dad. I love them so much, I really do.
The next day at school we were tasked to paint our biggest dream. The other children painted cars, rockets and nice dolls. I did not.
Not because I don't like those things, but because what I wished for most of all was a loving mom and dad. So I painted a family. One mom, one dad and their son. They played games and everyone was happy. As I painted, I cried silently. I would love to have a mom and dad who loved me.
When it was my turn to showcase my painting for the class, everyone laughed at me.
I stood in front of the class and explained:
'My biggest dream is a family
The laughs got louder. I began to cry and said,
'Please don't laugh at me, this is my biggest dream! You can hit me, you can hate me, but I beg you, please don't laugh at me.
I want parents like you have, that hug and laugh with me, who pick me up after school and are happy to see me. I know Im ugly and weak, I know I have a crooked finger, but please don't laugh at me.'
The teacher tried to wipe my tears, I think some children understood me, but many continued to laugh.
One day when I got a test back, I immediately saw that I had a bad result. I knew my mother would be very upset.
I was afraid to go home, but I did not know where else I would go. I slowly walked home, but I did not want to arrive. My mother became furious.
She grabbed me and threw me on the floor, I hit my leg hard on a chair.
Then she hit me in my head twice. I just lay there, I could not get up. It really hurt. But mom just left me there on the floor.
When she came back she told me to clean up the mess, otherwise when Dad came home he would really beat me.
I begged Mom not to say anything to him, but when I looked up, I saw that he was already in the doorway.
When Mom told him about the test, he pulled me up from the floor, he shook me and hit my face.
Then I don't remember anything. I woke up in the hospital. I looked at my hand, I could not touch any of my five fingers. I looked out the window and cried.
Outside, I saw parents playing with their children, throwing balls together and hugging.
Do you know why I cried?
I don't know how a hug from my mom feels like. My parents just beat me, but I love them anyway. Ive always done my best, I've been good at school, but they do not like me still.
One day I spilled some of my tea, then they hit me again.
Suddenly I got pain in my chest again. I told my mom but she did not care. After a while, I had to go to the hospital again, no one came and saw me.
The doctor said that mom and dad would probably come the next day, but they did not. I waited and waited, but nobody came. I love my parents anyway.
Two days later, Ivan died of his injuries. In his hand the doctors found a letter that he had not written clearly.
'Dear mom and dad, I'm terrified because Im ugly, disgusting and stupid. I'mm sorry because you cannot love me.
I never wanted to annoy you. All I wanted was to get a hug and hug from mom, and hear that you loved me once. Dad I just wanted you to play with me, hold my hand for a walk or sing for me.
I know I'm a shame for you. I will never be those things.'
Then Ivan's little heart stopped.
This story was originally written in Russian. I'm not sure if it's been true, but I think that matters little. It's incredibly important anyway!
All children are entitled to be loved. Still child abuse happens every second, every minute, every hour and every day. In all countries, all cities and all schools.
A child's home should be free from violence and a safe place. Children need love, tenderness and closeness, and a hug can sometimes be worth a lot more than you could ever imagine.
Please share this story with all your friends to remind everyone that no child should ever feel hurt or unloved.
No Beers or Cheers.......... just Tears........
/098\
This is a story about a little boy with a big heart. And it's a story that everyone should read.
The story is about Ivan, but ultimately, it isnt just about him. It is, rather, about millions of other children like Ivan, living the same nightmare across the world today.
While this story of Ivan is fictional, its message hit me right in the chest. We must not ignore this issue. We must not forget Ivan.
My name is Ivan and I'm 7-years-old. I love my mom and dad, but I'm also very afraid of them. They often hit me and I don't understand why.
This morning I woke up and went to school. I am a good student and my teacher likes me.
I like all my classmates, too, but I have no friends. That's why I usually stay indoors during breaks. Nobody wants to play with me. I tried to make friends with the other children, but they rejected me and said I was disgusting.
They laugh at me because I wear the same worn-out jeans, t-shirt and torn shoes every day.
One day after school I went into the coat room and stole a jacket that was hanging there for a long time, nobody seemed to be missing it. Then I went home alone through the snowstorm. I was shivering with cold and it was hard to walk against the strong wind. Suddenly someone pushed me forward, I fell down in the snow and someone pressed my face into it. Then they said:
No one likes you. Idiot!
They kicked me in my back and in my stomach, then they ran away and left me in the cold snow.
I cried. Not because I was cold or injured, I cried because I did not have a single friend, even though I liked everyone else.
As soon as I got home, my mother ran over and grabbed me by the hair.
Where have you been? Why are you so wet and dirty? Blasted child, no dinner for you, go to your room and stay there.
I did as my mother told me, I went into my room and did not get out until the next day, although I was very hungry and freezing cold.
My grades got worse and worse, and every time dad was informed, he hit me hard. Once he hit me so hard that I could not move my index finger, I never got back the movement in my index finger and all the children laughed at me for it.
Time went by and one day I got a lot of pain in my chest.
Mom and dad did not care I was hurt. In the evening I lay in my bed and I only wanted one thing. I wish I would not hurt more, because I did not want to annoy Mom and Dad. I love them so much, I really do.
The next day at school we were tasked to paint our biggest dream. The other children painted cars, rockets and nice dolls. I did not.
Not because I don't like those things, but because what I wished for most of all was a loving mom and dad. So I painted a family. One mom, one dad and their son. They played games and everyone was happy. As I painted, I cried silently. I would love to have a mom and dad who loved me.
When it was my turn to showcase my painting for the class, everyone laughed at me.
I stood in front of the class and explained:
'My biggest dream is a family
The laughs got louder. I began to cry and said,
'Please don't laugh at me, this is my biggest dream! You can hit me, you can hate me, but I beg you, please don't laugh at me.
I want parents like you have, that hug and laugh with me, who pick me up after school and are happy to see me. I know Im ugly and weak, I know I have a crooked finger, but please don't laugh at me.'
The teacher tried to wipe my tears, I think some children understood me, but many continued to laugh.
One day when I got a test back, I immediately saw that I had a bad result. I knew my mother would be very upset.
I was afraid to go home, but I did not know where else I would go. I slowly walked home, but I did not want to arrive. My mother became furious.
She grabbed me and threw me on the floor, I hit my leg hard on a chair.
Then she hit me in my head twice. I just lay there, I could not get up. It really hurt. But mom just left me there on the floor.
When she came back she told me to clean up the mess, otherwise when Dad came home he would really beat me.
I begged Mom not to say anything to him, but when I looked up, I saw that he was already in the doorway.
When Mom told him about the test, he pulled me up from the floor, he shook me and hit my face.
Then I don't remember anything. I woke up in the hospital. I looked at my hand, I could not touch any of my five fingers. I looked out the window and cried.
Outside, I saw parents playing with their children, throwing balls together and hugging.
Do you know why I cried?
I don't know how a hug from my mom feels like. My parents just beat me, but I love them anyway. Ive always done my best, I've been good at school, but they do not like me still.
One day I spilled some of my tea, then they hit me again.
Suddenly I got pain in my chest again. I told my mom but she did not care. After a while, I had to go to the hospital again, no one came and saw me.
The doctor said that mom and dad would probably come the next day, but they did not. I waited and waited, but nobody came. I love my parents anyway.
Two days later, Ivan died of his injuries. In his hand the doctors found a letter that he had not written clearly.
'Dear mom and dad, I'm terrified because Im ugly, disgusting and stupid. I'mm sorry because you cannot love me.
I never wanted to annoy you. All I wanted was to get a hug and hug from mom, and hear that you loved me once. Dad I just wanted you to play with me, hold my hand for a walk or sing for me.
I know I'm a shame for you. I will never be those things.'
Then Ivan's little heart stopped.
This story was originally written in Russian. I'm not sure if it's been true, but I think that matters little. It's incredibly important anyway!
All children are entitled to be loved. Still child abuse happens every second, every minute, every hour and every day. In all countries, all cities and all schools.
A child's home should be free from violence and a safe place. Children need love, tenderness and closeness, and a hug can sometimes be worth a lot more than you could ever imagine.
Please share this story with all your friends to remind everyone that no child should ever feel hurt or unloved.
No Beers or Cheers.......... just Tears........
/098\
Oct 19, 2018 19:09:18 #
this is all too common. in every land on earth! very very sad.
Oct 19, 2018 20:48:36 #
That was beyond sad - I am so grateful every time I see my daughter and son-in-law laughing and enjoying their five children and know that they will eventually pass that love on to their children - we are blessed!
Oct 20, 2018 07:36:12 #
Very moving Graham - sad that it happens so often in the UK - the story in the press about the grooming gang from Yorkshire who have now been convicted - one for life - illustrates how important for us to fight child abuse.
Oct 20, 2018 07:55:23 #
There is also, and probably even more frequent, psychological abuse of children. A child comes to see himself through the eyes of others. In an ideal world all parents would try to realistically build their children's self-esteem up.
Oct 20, 2018 11:57:01 #
[quote=Rathyatra]Very moving Graham - sad that it happens so often in the UK - the story in the press about the grooming gang from Yorkshire who have now been convicted - one for life - illustrates how important for us to fight child abuse.[/quot
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Yes, Rathyatra you are correct I think the case you mentioned was in Rotherham, concerning hundreds of young girls. All the guilty perpetrators were Asian Pakistani's, Muslims. Rathyatra, the sentencing in this country of ours is farcical. If anyone of these evil bastards gets, say, five years, they only serve two and a half years. All prisoners get fifty percent remission for good behavior..........WHY???? So you see a judge, sentencing some dirty despicable filth to ten years imprisonment, that he rightly deserves, he serves just five years. A lot of people don't know this, I obviously do because I was a prison officer. It is a long time ago, but when I was in the prison service, the prisoners used to get one-third remission off their sentences, why they don't serve the full sentence is an idiotic mystery to me. With parole I do believe it shortens sentences even shorter, what sort of a justice system is that.........Rant over.....Thanks for looking and comments....
Cheers and Beers
Graham
098
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Yes, Rathyatra you are correct I think the case you mentioned was in Rotherham, concerning hundreds of young girls. All the guilty perpetrators were Asian Pakistani's, Muslims. Rathyatra, the sentencing in this country of ours is farcical. If anyone of these evil bastards gets, say, five years, they only serve two and a half years. All prisoners get fifty percent remission for good behavior..........WHY???? So you see a judge, sentencing some dirty despicable filth to ten years imprisonment, that he rightly deserves, he serves just five years. A lot of people don't know this, I obviously do because I was a prison officer. It is a long time ago, but when I was in the prison service, the prisoners used to get one-third remission off their sentences, why they don't serve the full sentence is an idiotic mystery to me. With parole I do believe it shortens sentences even shorter, what sort of a justice system is that.........Rant over.....Thanks for looking and comments....
Cheers and Beers
Graham
098
Oct 20, 2018 12:04:34 #
[quote=Graham Thirkill][quote=Rathyatra]Very moving Graham - sad that it happens so often in the UK - the story in the press about the grooming gang from Yorkshire who have now been convicted - one for life - illustrates how important for us to fight child abuse.[/quot
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Yes, Rathyatra you are correct I think the case you mentioned was in Rotherham, concerning hundreds of young girls. All the guilty perpetrators were Asian Pakistani's, Muslims. Rathyatra, the sentencing in this country of ours is farcical. If anyone of these evil bastards gets, say, five years, they only serve two and a half years. All prisoners get fifty percent remission for good behavior..........WHY???? So you see a judge, sentencing some dirty despicable filth to ten years imprisonment, that he rightly deserves, he serves just five years. A lot of people don't know this, I obviously do because I was a prison officer. It is a long time ago, but when I was in the prison service, the prisoners used to get one-third remission off their sentences, why they don't serve the full sentence is an idiotic mystery to me. With parole I do believe it shortens sentences even shorter, what sort of a justice system is that.........Rant over.....Thanks for looking and comments....
Cheers and Beers
Graham
You are so right Graham - I can never understand how their time is cut - even on relatively short sentences given the nature of the crime - if they were not born in this country they should be sent back to whence they came after serving their sentence - we don't need people like that in our society.
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Yes, Rathyatra you are correct I think the case you mentioned was in Rotherham, concerning hundreds of young girls. All the guilty perpetrators were Asian Pakistani's, Muslims. Rathyatra, the sentencing in this country of ours is farcical. If anyone of these evil bastards gets, say, five years, they only serve two and a half years. All prisoners get fifty percent remission for good behavior..........WHY???? So you see a judge, sentencing some dirty despicable filth to ten years imprisonment, that he rightly deserves, he serves just five years. A lot of people don't know this, I obviously do because I was a prison officer. It is a long time ago, but when I was in the prison service, the prisoners used to get one-third remission off their sentences, why they don't serve the full sentence is an idiotic mystery to me. With parole I do believe it shortens sentences even shorter, what sort of a justice system is that.........Rant over.....Thanks for looking and comments....
Cheers and Beers
Graham
You are so right Graham - I can never understand how their time is cut - even on relatively short sentences given the nature of the crime - if they were not born in this country they should be sent back to whence they came after serving their sentence - we don't need people like that in our society.
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Oct 20, 2018 13:27:37 #
Parents or People who abuse Children should be sterilized,,,or perhaps offered a last cigarette and a blindfold....
Oct 20, 2018 14:23:48 #
Truly sad and a result of a 'Social Disease'. All actions have consequence, some good and beneficial, some not good and destructive. Personal traumas can affect behavioral choices. Take the example of the murderer Richard “The Night Stalker” Ramirez from El Paso, Texas. Found guilty of murdering 13 people in San Francisco and Los Angeles, Ramirez had a disturbed childhood, enduring brutal beatings by his father. Serial killer duo Ottis Toole and Henry Lee Lucas, who were believed to have murdered hundreds of people, were both victims of physical and psychological abuse. Specifically, they were made to dress up as young girls and then beaten by their parents.
The connection between genetics, social environment, and criminal behavior appears to be a reality, although in varying degrees across criminals. As Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) profiler Jim Clemente said, “Genetics loads the gun, their personality and psychology aim it, and their experiences pull the trigger.”
The connection between genetics, social environment, and criminal behavior appears to be a reality, although in varying degrees across criminals. As Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) profiler Jim Clemente said, “Genetics loads the gun, their personality and psychology aim it, and their experiences pull the trigger.”
Oct 20, 2018 18:59:24 #
AirWalter
Loc: Tipp City, Ohio
Very sad and moving story Graham. I can tell You have a big heart; You are a good Man Graham.
Oct 20, 2018 21:55:09 #
A terrible story, Graham, and thank you for sharing. By the way, The Washington Post of October 20 (page A6) identified the gang's ringleader as Amere Singh Dhaliwal, which would make him a Sikh from India.
Oct 21, 2018 08:31:09 #
khalidikram wrote:
A terrible story, Graham, and thank you for sharing. By the way, The Washington Post of October 20 (page A6) identified the gang's ringleader as Amere Singh Dhaliwal, which would make him a Sikh from India.
The case I am talking about is the "Rotherham" case. The one you mentioned is the Huddersfield case......
see link below
Ringleader of Huddersfield grooming gang Amere Singh Dhaliwal ...
https://www.yorkshirepost.co.uk/news/ringleader-of-huddersfield-grooming-gang-amere-singh-dhaliwal-jailed-for-life-as-men-handed-220-years-1-9405651
1 day ago ... Ringleader Amere Singh Dhaliwal, 35, was jailed for life earlier this year and told he must serve a minimum of 18 years in prison by a judge .
Cheers and Beers
Graham
098
Oct 21, 2018 08:44:48 #
AirWalter wrote:
Very sad and moving story Graham. I can tell You have a big heart; You are a good Man Graham.
Thank you for your kind comments. I just hate cruelty 0f any kind, especially children and animals who cannot defend themselves.
As I mentioned above the sentencing of these vile individuals is ridiculous. The headlines for the latest case in Huddersfield was
see below
grooming gang jailed for 221 years for abusing girls
https://news.sky.com/story/huddersfield-grooming-gang-20-men-convicted-of-abusing-15-girls-11529579
1 day ago ... Huddersfield grooming gang jailed for 221 years for abusing girls ... A series of trials on the case could not be reported because of a blanket ...
In actual fact the scum were jailed for 111 not 221 years, that's a big difference isn't it, just half of what they should serve without remission.
Cheers and Beers
Graham
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Oct 21, 2018 08:56:14 #
Thank you. For what the scum in both these cases did, I think that even 18 years (with time off for "good behavior") shows remarkable leniency. Thank you for the information.
Oct 21, 2018 12:21:40 #
Alafoto
Loc: Montgomery, AL
Graham Thirkill wrote:
The case I am talking about is the "Rotherham... (show quote)
So an English adult lifespan is considered to be 18 years? I'm not casting aspersions because a life sentence here in the US is frequently cut short by a number of considerations to reduce the sentence. Currently paroles seem to be granted in the desire to reduce the prison population in order to make room for a later batch of criminals. The people who have been released on parole frequently re-offend and end up back in prison, so one must wonder why they weren't just kept incarcerated in the first place, thereby saving at least on more person from victimization. If a judge. in his or her wisdom thinks a crime merits a certain sentence, as prescribed by law, then the full term of that sentence should be served. It will not reform the prisoner, but will keep the rest of us safe a bit longer.
There is no logical reason or set of mitigating circumstances that will excuse people harming or bullying the weak and no logical reason that people who commit crimes of violence, especially against children should not forfeit their life, or least their freedom for a long, long time.
I have to agree with someone above who suggested a blindfold and a last cigarette. And parents who severely neglect or abuse their children should be punished by having their sexual organs rendered inoperative by whatever means the laws will allow so that they can't produce other children to abuse.
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