Humanity
Protected Witness
She was tired of running. She never should have had to. She still wanted to stay but she had not been helped by any agency Federal, State, county, local or even nonprofit. Had anyone simply taken 10 minutes to ask her about any of it she would have kept trying but apparently they stood up only for the criminals among their ranks, and criminals themselves. She might have once been one of them but she could not stop this from happening if no one spoke to her, and the only people who did, had victimized her. There had been no justice for anything that had been done to her for two and a half years. She had lost faith in every one she trusted and everything she believed in. She had to remind herself every day it wasn't her fault but it had happened. The investigation stalled without access to the evidence, threats never to speak to those assigned to investigate the criminals and the cops themselves, threats of arrest, threats on her life, threats and attacks that was all there had been in the last few years. A victim with information she would freely give should not be afraid or left to protect herself. She should not have had her life taken from her and no one listen.
By Justice for All4 years ago in Confessions
The Power of a Word
Labels define us; some find freedom in theirs, while others feel restricted. For me, having one opened up buried inner strength I had long forgotten I possessed. One word, six letters, revealed that Iโm beautiful just the way I am. That word was: Empath.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Confessions
Spirituality Is Not Arrogance
One of the best way to fool ourselves is to be too sure about our opinions. Itโs true that many things are โwrongโ, that we couldโve done them in a better way. But thatโs where we are right now. Thereโs no need to give a meaning to our โspiritualityโ out of the unfortunate things we see in the world.
By Rabih4 years ago in Confessions
As of last Night
What is this story as of last night? The one of the wounded, perishable essence of the existence or the one of the discriminatory, alive version of the existence? There are only two proven ways to know whether we are here or there. We can only be alive or in death.
By Yanet Gonzalez4 years ago in Confessions
How did we get here?
Sometimes I look at where we are, and I honestly wonder how we got to this absolute mess. Im not just talking about the last few years either. I remember a quote going round a while back, and im paraphrasing here, that โ9/11 happened and then nothing got any betterโ and you know what? Thatโs not too far off.
By Ben Graham4 years ago in Confessions
Hair Tales
Let me tell you the story of curly-haired girls before it was fashionable. I am naturally curly and have never straightened my hair even once. As a child, I have been called many names for having this wild hairโ-โBhadrakaali, Parachi, Aadivasi et al (These are some caste-based slurs in my mother tongue). All these insults were not from strangers, but from within the family. It is one of the reasons why I still have to struggle with self-confidence. Everything starts at home.
By chembarathi4 years ago in Confessions
