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The weirdest thing happened today while I was washing the breakfast dishes and staring out the window at the shadows made on the sidewalk by the weak autumn sun. An elderly couple, very well dressed, possibly European, or possibly history professors at the nearby university, was out for a stroll, when suddenly the man’s left arm extended out and pushed the woman off the sidewalk. I was shocked. I thought my mind or the shadows must have been playing tricks. But no. The woman righted herself and got back on. The man turned and pushed her again. Right off she went, and this time her knees buckled under and she fell.
And I have no excuse for it, but all I could do was stand there, unmindful of the running water, rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do. I am ashamed. I watched as she picked herself up, furtively glanced around, and followed him, careful to keep her distance. And I still stood, shame washing over me.
A sick feeling came into my stomach and I left the dishes to go peer out through the other windows, making sure she was all right. Would she be safe? Would worse happen once they arrived between their own four walls? I truly hoped not. But why was she with him? Why did she stay? I had and have no answers.
I grew up in a loving home, where the worst my parents did was argue, and even that was a rarity. Peasants were the wife beaters, because they lacked the culture and the education to know better. Or so I was led to believe. And yet this man today, was anything but a peasant.
A friend phoned soon after and I mentioned what I had seen. ”Hmm.” Was all she said, and I was appalled at the apathy in her voice. This very sophisticated friend changed the subject and started talking about a new rug she wanted to purchase and needed my opinion on. And I left the conversation at that, wondering if domestic violence is so prevalent and accepted that it doesn’t unnerve us anymore.
As a mother to two young children I cannot imagine the terror that goes on, both within the woman, and within the children that are living in such a household. It must be a living hell. I have read a bit about it on the internet and am horrified at the mind tricks and methods these men use to keep their wives and children terrified of them, and fearing for their lives.
While still feeling ashamed for my cowardly reaction to what I have witnessed, I have made a decision that this holiday season I will see what it is that I can do to put a stop to it. Will you, too? At least inform yourself, and take a stand against it, in whichever capacity you can.
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