(Published in the Daily Reporter on 8/18/1910)
He looked in his eyes, and saw in them a loss that stunned her. I felt early vortices living in the old marble of the attacks. Warned in his cheeks ruddy embarrassing the poppies. The stunning injustice of innocence. This unnecessary noise of walking a path that chose not know. In his introversion she has discovered her grandmother, much to his regret, areas where maternal punishment sounds like revenge. Where it is impossible to find some fun in their timid color notebooks. Where after much abuse a lie and he, a child of only 10 years, with his hands still tucked in their pockets ... is incapable of normal relationships with friends and every day. It knows no smile. Reproach him his father's homosexuality, and every time you ask for it, attack. Stepfather has a nearly two-foot shots that he thinks he taught and fattening corrections "macho" to end corporal punishment, "to be man from tiny." The grandmother feels malnourished. Because if at home know that he gave a cookie or trinket, then deprive him of dinner or lunch to "learn not to be condoned." Her mother reproaches the abandonment of the father and, apparently, is the bill. It has marks on the skin alone because her mother "cobra" that his dad is like, but it does not matter ... it still wants a lot. Mainly because he feels that his father understood, is pleased with, it helps to live and fulfill his childhood dreams, so pampered, you understand, "I toñequea" ... though I can not ask for it frequently, because it is punished with merciless severity. The sky, only saw lightning. Of his life, the sadness of his flesh. Until now climbs the cold walls of silence, without blanket. Look in the mirror and only see the nakedness of blue each time the pain builds up non-stop throughout his small figure, or for no reason when a chill creeps into his innocence, to hurt unfairly. She feels her grandmother that her grandson is plotted emulating absences, in the midst of that failure the right to be happy to oblige him. Been denied dream, fantasize, make mischief ... and in his eyes, opaque absences, there is opportunity to see all the sadness in the world. You have to love, disguised fear. A child, wrapped punishment. She feels guilty of a cruel revenge. Protagonist of a deviation beyond the rational. Subject passive indifference of those who hide behind "wanting to protect" so that he can do as much damage as possible, and "charge" the father "effeminate" infidelity. A wellspring of lies, making carnival of terror. A succession of laughter accompanying waste burial grounds. The same mask, the same hypocrisy, the same bitterness, it will be marking the voice, pace, life, happiness that we owe to each child and that he did not arrive ... not even on the verge of announcing. She wants to direct actions in the sands of lacerations to the desired space expects to collect and piece together the wreckage. Get her grandson from that yoke, and make sure to be the subject of maternal perversions. There, in that ungrateful space, where the most cruel of the miseries exercised without limitations ... its fury.
"I write and I requested a meeting. I later want talk to me in his grandmother's condition ... I say we share this beautiful emotion. A day I visit and tell me ...
- How is BA? I come to speak as a grandmother. As a grandmother worried about what happens to the only grandson to have. Which I feel may end very badly, if I do something about it. If I take any action that would prevent him doing further damage. And I graduated, I need, you help me on this.
He looked in his eyes, and saw in them a loss that stunned her. I felt early vortices living in the old marble of the attacks. Warned in his cheeks ruddy embarrassing the poppies. The stunning injustice of innocence. This unnecessary noise of walking a path that chose not know. In his introversion she has discovered her grandmother, much to his regret, areas where maternal punishment sounds like revenge. Where it is impossible to find some fun in their timid color notebooks. Where after much abuse a lie and he, a child of only 10 years, with his hands still tucked in their pockets ... is incapable of normal relationships with friends and every day. It knows no smile. Reproach him his father's homosexuality, and every time you ask for it, attack. Stepfather has a nearly two-foot shots that he thinks he taught and fattening corrections "macho" to end corporal punishment, "to be man from tiny." The grandmother feels malnourished. Because if at home know that he gave a cookie or trinket, then deprive him of dinner or lunch to "learn not to be condoned." Her mother reproaches the abandonment of the father and, apparently, is the bill. It has marks on the skin alone because her mother "cobra" that his dad is like, but it does not matter ... it still wants a lot. Mainly because he feels that his father understood, is pleased with, it helps to live and fulfill his childhood dreams, so pampered, you understand, "I toñequea" ... though I can not ask for it frequently, because it is punished with merciless severity. The sky, only saw lightning. Of his life, the sadness of his flesh. Until now climbs the cold walls of silence, without blanket. Look in the mirror and only see the nakedness of blue each time the pain builds up non-stop throughout his small figure, or for no reason when a chill creeps into his innocence, to hurt unfairly. She feels her grandmother that her grandson is plotted emulating absences, in the midst of that failure the right to be happy to oblige him. Been denied dream, fantasize, make mischief ... and in his eyes, opaque absences, there is opportunity to see all the sadness in the world. You have to love, disguised fear. A child, wrapped punishment. She feels guilty of a cruel revenge. Protagonist of a deviation beyond the rational. Subject passive indifference of those who hide behind "wanting to protect" so that he can do as much damage as possible, and "charge" the father "effeminate" infidelity. A wellspring of lies, making carnival of terror. A succession of laughter accompanying waste burial grounds. The same mask, the same hypocrisy, the same bitterness, it will be marking the voice, pace, life, happiness that we owe to each child and that he did not arrive ... not even on the verge of announcing. She wants to direct actions in the sands of lacerations to the desired space expects to collect and piece together the wreckage. Get her grandson from that yoke, and make sure to be the subject of maternal perversions. There, in that ungrateful space, where the most cruel of the miseries exercised without limitations ... its fury.
"I write and I requested a meeting. I later want talk to me in his grandmother's condition ... I say we share this beautiful emotion. A day I visit and tell me ...
- How is BA? I come to speak as a grandmother. As a grandmother worried about what happens to the only grandson to have. Which I feel may end very badly, if I do something about it. If I take any action that would prevent him doing further damage. And I graduated, I need, you help me on this.
- I point out that I have a grandson who is the best thing that ever happened to me, when I begin to scrutinize the arrival of dusk. An extraordinary and beautiful experience that I share with all grandparents world and therefore with it ... so no one better than me understands and appreciates the gift of God
- I congratulate you, tell me, but my grandson who moved me a lot of concern, alarm would rather dangerous. And let me tell you ... I have a son who married a young lady with a very strange, at least for me. Very special father, husband responsible for his obligations at some point discovered her sexual identity was wrong. He tried to ignore and hide that fact for a long time social and family pressure that condemns sexual attitudes different from the traditional ... but at some point knew she had to assume-with consequences that follow from "his personal reality. He talked to me, spoke with his wife and confessed what had been decided. Taking his homosexuality, leaving a couple with whom he had been her "boyfriend" hidden forever ... asking only to wait until your child grew up to explain it in safety, he thought at that time because your child understand the relationship love between them was and is too beautiful. He would continue to maintain the house and helping. Just asking that we respected his decision and we shared ... not that he deserved that respect. That while he was married was a faithful follower of his duties, which also not leave. Just going to sincere his personal situation.
- You, how did you react?
- I cried ... I cried a lot, but more for what was coming to him from misunderstandings and censorship, for whatever personal bias. I understood and supported him, as we do with the people we love, especially with children. Help in the things that make you happy, so are not what we think would be best for them. Respect their decisions, especially if they seek to be transparent.
- And the wife?
- just do not know where to start over to it. She turned madly. Shouted effeminate. Faggot. Butterfly. Loca. Who knows how many clichés about what she considers "an aberration." That was going to pay. That he would see what was happening to who made fun of it ... frogs and snakes for that mouth. However, we all thought it was the rage of the moment. The emotional response to pain of being cheated with a man and not another woman that is what is between the potential risk adultery. ... And of course, retaliated. It is revenge, but with your child!. With my only grandson. Unbelievable but true, has emptied all his anger, all his spite on his son. He pays a few dishes that did not break. A behavior that has no guilt. A punishment that never should have been leading.
- Do you come with your own child?
- Just as he hears, BA. My grandson is about ten years. And the past two his dad separated from his mother. One month break, she looked for a partner. A stocky man, nearly two feet tall, but with an intelligence inversely proportional to its size. Between them, make life miserable for my grandson. I have taught at a young age, hell. You're stuck for anything, punish him if he asks for his father telling him that loved him very careful walking because this is a "sissy." Do not let him have friends, and are so cruel that they know that I give a cookie or a sweet, private lunch or dinner "to learn." Sometimes it lasts up to a day without eating because he has accepted some "goody" and that is a "weakness" to a "male" should not be allowed. If the child wants to go home, then give a "cogotazo" as the stepfather, for surely "he wants to be like his dad." Both consent and gave a ladybug in the family, and one is enough. The stepfather, who does not want it because it is not, for whatever gives you a slap supported by the mother of the child. The child has developed a disturbing introversion, he passes with his hands in his pockets, cries a lot ... they are destroying their happiness. They are killing that child.
- Have you talked to the mother?
- Lots of times and I always say the same. A "coscorronazo" a "lashes" a manotón time is what makes men, male males. She can not raise it based on gifts and considerations, because then it will be like his father, and that she does not want to risk running. With an effeminate, which is the word that he repeats over enough. Moreover, a day trying to understand, to approach him for good, seeking a way of living for the sake of the child, I asked - the best way-why I spoke so badly the boy from his father, if still not old enough to understand things as delicate, causes as diverse as homosexuality. Why did you embarrass an act of personal courage of his father as it was accepted, leaving a life of deception and appearances ... also, it did not violate their status as great father ... one day I even ask Why are you so mean to your son? "... and in the midst of rage, almost shouting said, because yours was very wrong with me, to leave me and go with another man. That is not what I will never forgive ... and that you'll pay with your son???, Rebuked him ... these are pods of yours, he said
- The child, all of these ... what does ?
- As little speech, BA. Has been gradually closing in on itself. Do not understand why the first of the class and help-because he put it-in all around the house ... always being punished, or receiving "leather." He says he misses his father because his father if he plays with him. It makes love. Never hits. He was pleased his fantasies and desires as a child ... but you can never say I want to see, much less to call him to talk even on the phone because you're stuck. And leave it for me even one day, I have to threaten to report them. But surely then punish it. Not fully understood, because it has the discretion to do so from a young age, the "nagging" his mother about his father's homosexuality, least harmful way in which it is reproached in the face. Moreover, I think if it were not for this "taca-taca" not interested. Does not understand why the anger of her mother has to pay him ... degree, the child lives a hell
- Did not come competent bodies to denounce them, because beyond that attempt to justify, if true what you say there is being committed to that child abuse?
- No. I have not done. I confess I did not want to air this in public, and seek justice, is one way to do it. For the child who maybe you would do more harm ... and I must also confess that my son, who surround themselves with a scandal that maybe hurt him in his work and his environment ... and he does not deserve.
- Today, I say, homosexuality and censorship does not wake them before. Especially one that is not caricatured. But there is no other way to stop these abuses that you point out, especially because a manotón of that big guy, as you described it to me, can do irreversible damage to the child. If you want, keeping the greatest secrecy, I can help channel this problem in search of physical and mental wellbeing of children, and yours. And maybe justice allows the father to be near his child, his dad and he tells me is his desire ... and the mother forbidden, on pain of losing custody, any violence against him. In any case, you will always be an intermediate alternative in any solution that could be the problem.
- I also I think I said, it was time to do. I'll take your advice. Although I'm sure you read this interview, because they do not lose their reports on Wednesday, they will realize not only the bad that are causing the child ... if not the consequences that are at risk if they persist in their behavior. And perhaps, that forces them to review their conduct.
- Will there be some exaggeration in their approach because in their role as mothers, feel they are unfairly censoring homosexual behavior of your child?
- Unlicensed. I understood and supported my son when he decided to take his true sexual identity. I am not even ashamed, I do not even conscious. I have no objection. Not what I would have preferred, but is a decision that I will defend as mine. That is their right. He's still my son. Also a person must be judged by their actions, by his will, by principle, by the way they interact with others, respect their peers, for his gift of people, their preparation, their behavior as a parent, as a child as a human being ... .. ever, by whom or how he shares his privacy. Much love my grandson to use as an argument against someone. You say I have a grandson, a grandfather ever known in their right mind would. Let me appeal to what you feel, to support what I'm saying ... and sure, I understand fully.
We make calls to the help she needs, and leaves and with a concrete plan of action in confidence to find a way to overcome the unpleasant and dangerous situation in which, it claims, is her grandson by alleged revenge of his mother. Trying to make with these pieces of pain, a patch of hope can begin to treat the child, right in the place of love. Where there again overwhelms the sadness, and passion ... wrongly. Where the ice stop weaving gray and lifeless figures of eternal tablets. Where stop romp, royal, fear. And stop hunger mixed with pain. Where will cease to cause injury in the space where the snails, dressed in pearls, are locked forever. She will try to appease the orgy of scars, skin battered, crumpled butterfly, thankless callus that have marked the days, nights, hours, his grandson. This hymn tune where revenge has woven unpleasant whistling winds. The known medical condition falling leaf, the door is closed, the skin is injured, the shame that runs over, so they can not ever again, that child ... prevent fly away!
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