My Son, My Brother, My Father?

Yet ANOTHER account of the gang rape of a young girl in the news today! That‘s 3 particularly heinous ones in the past months). My innards scream out! My core writhes! My spirit shrieks in horror! I want justice and I want it now! I am crazed and going crazier! I have visions of torture and torment to each and every one of the barbarians who used their penises as weapons to degrade, destroy, defeat, subdue and denigrate. I want the Public Square! I want the stockades! I want a ticker tape listing over each of their heads with their full names, dates of birth and crimes running steadily. Let’s gather all of our waste. Construction sight scraps, leavings of food, junk we have lying around place them next to the stockade and have at it! Want something to do on your lunch hour? Think about the victims and then mosey on down to the Public Square and have at it! Get some exercise! Practice your swing! To the death! Gone with them! No clogging of the courts, no warehousing of the vermin! Done! Finished! BuhBye!
The gift to males that is intended for love, intimacy, procreation and joy has been rendered foul and indecent, vile and hate filled. And what of their own daughters and sisters and mothers? How can they look the people who love them in their eyes? What happens when a woman one of them loves asks what they were thinking? What happens when their own children ask what their father did? Their uncle did? Their brother did?
What of the victims? Will they trust again? Will they live in fear all the days of their lives? Will they sit vigil as external entities over their own bodies, hearts, souls and minds until they take their last breath? Will they be driven to drink, drug, and self destruct? Who will help them pick up their fractured psyches? Their shattered selves? Will they ever be able to know love making? Will they ever be able to walk freely alone?
My heart keeps trying to tell me that I am no better than they if I am filled with such rage, such vitriol, such disgust and loathing. Violence begets violence, right? An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind doesn’t it? If I am struck in the cheek turn the other for a smack, yes? “Vengeance is mine says the Lord” right? I am poisoning myself, huh?
For today this is what is real. I will not apologize for wanting some other mother’s son humiliated and then dead. I can’t find any sympathy while our daughter’s are scarred, horrified and haunted for life.