Dear friends of the guy who used to put cigarettes out in my sister's legs and beat the cr*p out of me with belts,
If I'm crying, it's not from grief at losing him. If I'm shaking, it's not from suppressed sadness. It's not out of respect for him that I'll be at the funeral. And if I'm not interested in talking to you or knowing about your relationship with him - even if you never saw him abuse a child, think about all the times you heard him verbally abuse a work subordinate, a service person, or his wife - anyone in a position of inferior power to him, all the way through the last weeks of his life - and ask yourself why you thought that was acceptable.



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