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How Far Would You Go To Protect Yourself?

Imagine yourself in physical or mortal danger. If you don’t do something to protect yourself, serious harm or death will befall you or your family.

How far would you go to protect yourself? What would you do? I’d do anything to save my family, you’re  thinking. I would kill to save my son. I would do whatever it took. No questions asked.

Would you lie? Cheat? Steal? Would you defend yourself physically, even if it meant the harm or death of your attacker?

What if your attacker were your own child? Would you kill your own child to protect yourself, if your child were trying to kill you?

Seems a little far-fetched, even to me, that this would happen. I mean really, what child would try to kill its mother? And what parent would, in turn, place more value on her own life than their child’s, and actually kill that child to save their own soul? I can’t imagine that ever happening.

Unfortunately, I don’t have to imagine it happening. Reality has supplied us with this exact scenario in Calgary, Alberta, where Aset Magomadova, a refugee from Chechnya, stands accused of killing her fourteen-year-old daughter Aminat by ligature strangulation [link] in what she calls self-defense.

[link] Toronto Star article
[link] Global News, Calgary

According to the media, the fourteen-year-old girl had a history of drug abuse and regularly took crystal meth, which is known to cause erratic, violent behaviour in users [link], as well as mood swings and unpredictability. The articles go on to say that the police had been called to the home five times in the last five months, by the mother, who feared for her safety and that of her young son, who has muscular dystrophy. Aminat was often brought home by police, high, after violent fights with her mother.

This family obviously had a lot of problems, but despite repeated visits from police for domestic disturbance, no authorities were ever brought in to assist the family, despite Aset’s desire for intervention. She felt she could no longer control her daughter, and with the help of her sister, attempted to convey this fear to the police. She even stayed in a battered women’s shelter for a few days, less than a month ago.

Nobody ever referred her to the appropriate social services, such as the Calgary and Area Child and Family Services, or the Domestic Dispute and Cultural Resources units of the Calgary Police. This family could have been helped. This girl could have been saved.

How did Calgary fail this struggling family after it survived refugee untold horrors at the hands of Russian soldiers? Who knows the horror in that girl’s mind after living through what we can only imagine in our worst nightmares. It’s no wonder she turned to drugs to alleviate the damage done by terror. But it all went horribly wrong.

Now, the girl’s mother is in jail, charged with second-degree murder, and her wheelchair-bound son is in foster care. It breaks my heart. However, I am torn.

I’m trying to put myself in this woman’s shoes. I imagine that Gwen Junior is older, the same size as me, and prone to violent drug-induced rage. I imagine that she beat me. I imagine that she smashes furniture, breaks windows, and runs away constantly, only to be brought home by police time after time. I imagine her coming at me with her fists or with a weapon, hatred and rage in her eyes, intent on causing me physical boldily harm. What would I do? Would I allow her to hurt me? Would I try to protect myself without causing her pain, if it were at all possible? Or, with my backagainst a wall, would I fight back?

The thought haunts me. What would be more powerful: maternal instinct or fight-or-flight response?

* Article originally written in March 2007



Ragey Rant

Last night, I went out for dinner, and as I was on my way home after a late-nite stroll downtown, I spotted a homeless woman panhandling. A group of three well-dressed older men (business men, judging by their suits) walked by her. One man tipped his coffee cup up, drank the last few drops from it…

And then threw it directly at the woman’s face at close range. It hit her on the cheek.

The man laughed. His companions didn’t say anything. Based on their expressions and body language, they clearly weren’t impressed, but didn’t say anything to him either (maybe he was their boss?). The men stopped at the light a hundred feet or so away, and the woman rubbed her face and sighed this deep, dejected, resigned sigh. Like it was just par for the course, another deserved humiliation. It was the sound of giving up. And my heart just about fucking broke.

I gave her a couple of dollars and my leftover dinner, told her I was sorry for what that guy had done, and went home.

I am so upset, so angry, so filled with RAGE that there are people who act like this in today’s society! Whatever happened to decency, to respect, to common courtesy?

Do you think that a homeless person WANTS to be asking for your castoff nickels and dimes? Do you think, maybe, that they ENJOY having thirty-second spongebaths with coarse brown paper towel in coffee shop restrooms before being chased out? You think they don’t feel shame? You think they’re not humiliated enough, you have to THROW THINGS AT THEM? You think maybe that they prefer eating out of garbage cans, losing their teeth, being constantly dehydrated and sleeping on street corners in wintertime to having a home and earning an honest living wage?

To those who say they deserve it, they made their own bed, they’re there because of drug addiction or mental illness or an unwillingness to conform to society’s rules, I say FUCK YOU. I’m not talking about teenage squeegee kids with mohawks from the 905 region who get dropped off in their mom’s minivans on Friday nights and spend the weekend being homeless for kicks. I’m talking about the truly forgotten, the utterly desperate.

I don’t know too many people who derive any kind of pleasure or satisfaction from being the scum of the earth.

I am so sick with the burning injustice of it. I wanted to chase those men, get their license plate numbers, and then call their wives. I wanted to take their picture and post it on the internet. I wanted to get RIGHT IN THAT MAN’S FACE and ask him who the hell he thought he was. But I didn’t because I was scared.

Now I wish I had done more.

“Injustice Anywhere Is a Threat to Justice Everywhere” – Martin Luther King Jr.

Ugh. Stupid WordPress!

I’m having some pretty major feed issues and also, as you can see, some design issues too.

One of the main problems is that my rss feed appears to be displaying each post twice – once in its entirety, and again in a truncated way. Totally stupid.

My other problem is never being satisfied by the layout. It makes me install other themes and it screws everything up.

So sorry, my website has teh bullshit. Hopefully I can un-shit it this weekend.

*edit* Well, things are getting much better! I think I’m finally satisfied, although I am re-opening Photoshop so I can tweak the logo one more time LOL!

Their Interests Are More Important Than Ours

He leapt out at me this morning from the front page of Toronto’s Metro newspaper and ruined my day, like he’s done a hundred times since October 25th.

Rob Ford. This guy is like a bad dream our city just can’t wake up from.

Here he is, wriggling into the hearts of “taxpayers” by avoiding the slash and burn that even the mayor says is coming.

My money was on the little guy – why wasn’t yours?

My fellow “left wing pinkos” will, like me, recognize that the departments and agencies that he says didn’t meet their cost cutting targets include agencies that house the poor, help battered women rebuild their lives, feed hungry schoolchildren, support those living with disabilities and provide hospice care to people dying of AIDS.

And yet he’s completely comfortable blasting them to smithereens because “their managers and boards of directors decided that their interests were more important than the taxpayers’ interests.”

Well, DUH. But why are you saying it like doing the right thing is a BAD thing?