Being a child was the start of all the suffering pouring down on their fates. The first rain of pain came from the mother's womb that took them into this life.
I am riveted by your honest gaze and the courage it takes to write this story, the story of your little friend, and others. You look at the pain, you look at all the pain; the one victory this agony cannot claim is in forcing you to ignore it and leave it behind. I am so grateful that I found your work and can read your essays and stories.
Thank you Frances, I just want you to know that I am grateful to have you show your empathy with me in my process of understanding these situations of life that I saw or met or just crossed their paths in many ways. Sometimes I am doubtful about myself when questioning the roles of parents/guardians in many ways happening to children.
Sometimes there is so much pain in a story and the victims are hurt so badly, and suffer so deeply. One wants to reach out to them to try and offer some kind of comfort or just some raw love--raw, exposed, embracing love, but the person is dead, or they outlived their souls and are hardened, or they are just gone. The Nickel Boys, by Colson Whitehead, is excruciating and I cannot forget it because of the honesty of the despair and the pain. Black Moses, by Alain Mabanckou, has elements of that kind of pain, crushed hopes, the audacity of survival. You are the witness who let's themself really be a witness, no matter what.
I am riveted by your honest gaze and the courage it takes to write this story, the story of your little friend, and others. You look at the pain, you look at all the pain; the one victory this agony cannot claim is in forcing you to ignore it and leave it behind. I am so grateful that I found your work and can read your essays and stories.
Thank you Frances, I just want you to know that I am grateful to have you show your empathy with me in my process of understanding these situations of life that I saw or met or just crossed their paths in many ways. Sometimes I am doubtful about myself when questioning the roles of parents/guardians in many ways happening to children.
Sometimes there is so much pain in a story and the victims are hurt so badly, and suffer so deeply. One wants to reach out to them to try and offer some kind of comfort or just some raw love--raw, exposed, embracing love, but the person is dead, or they outlived their souls and are hardened, or they are just gone. The Nickel Boys, by Colson Whitehead, is excruciating and I cannot forget it because of the honesty of the despair and the pain. Black Moses, by Alain Mabanckou, has elements of that kind of pain, crushed hopes, the audacity of survival. You are the witness who let's themself really be a witness, no matter what.