Preparing for the worst, but hoping for the best
Published:Tuesday | June 1, 2021 | 12:06 AM
THE EDITOR, Madam:
Histories about child abuse are always horrific because the secrets are so etched into the subconscious that sooner or later, they erupt like the volcanic fury being evidenced in the Democratic Republic of Congo and in St Vincent and the Grenadines. Lava spews and the apple cart is overturned. Lives that were once settled and safe become a nightmarish reality. All of this in a devastating global pandemic which knows no borders. No one enjoys being unseated, especially violently. But that is the nature of the times and the desperate, hot, hell-like burning of volcanoes.
Ash is everywhere and there is nowhere to live. Thousands have been displaced without shelters, food, clothing; shell-shocked and numb, not knowing what the next day will bring. To place one’s own mind into their terror is a haemorrhaging aneurysm.
It is a warning to start preparing for the worst, though hoping for the best. Our globe appears to be in apocalyptic times. Home may never really be sweet. But when one hears of the gruesome find of hundreds of buried children in Canada, the civilized First World, the grief is worst than the scars of the Holocaust.
Murder is written by the establishment under the disguise of improved lives and opportunity. Like the character Saroo in the film Lion, children, no matter how young, know that they were born into love and will cling to their mother, even if she is only surrounded by harsh rocky landscapes.
If it were not for modern radar technology, the remains of these little children may never had been found. But someone somewhere knows the stench – and someone always know the truth. So-called missing people may just be closer to where they live than very far away!
Make no one cause you to feel ashamed of your heritage, found or lost. In the end it is only the love of your own that makes you whole, alive and living.
CATHERINE NEIL