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"There is no more fundamental
test of a society
than how it treats its children."
Ronald Reagan
Your a special little spirit, the all great master
said.
As he gently caressed the hair of the little spirit's
head.
You need to go to earth to spend some time you know.
A place I send most spirits to be tested, to learn,
to grow.
The little spirit in sadness, slowly bowed her little
head
and from her eye a tear did steal and down his
cheek it shed.
Dont you fret now little one, I wont let you stay
too long.
I'll bring you back to help me here, you'll hardly
know you've gone.
I need to test the people who will have you in their
care
to see if they appreciate how precious you are
there.
Your my choicest little spirit. your the apple of
my eye,
and he wiped the tear and gently kissed his little
spirit good-bye.
When he saw how you were treated, his special little
one,
he sent down all his angels just to bring you safely
home.
I want to thank a certain "Bug" for
sending this to me.
Concrete Angel
She walks to school with
the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin'
back
Wearin' the same dress she
wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with
linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she
doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain
behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret
storm
Sometimes she wishes she
was never born
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't
rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
where she's loved
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in the middle
of the night
The neighbors hear, but they
turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in
the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll
be too late
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't
rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
where she's loved
Concrete Angel
A statue stands in a shaded
place
An angel girl with an upturned
face
A name is written on a polished
rock
A broken heart that the world
forgot
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't
rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
where she's loved
Concrete Angel
Sung by: Martina
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Emily
Thompson
Though it is believed that
Mary Ellen Wilson was the first case of child abuse that resulted in the
removal of a child from the home, Henry Bergh was involved in a case before
Mary Ellen's. The case was of a young girl named Emily Thompson,
in June of 1871 who was in the care of Mary Ann Larkin who beat her almost
daily in the back yard and was reported by neighbors. Mary Ann Larkin claimed
Emily's parents and grandparents were deceased.
Emily was removed from the
home and taken to the courts who agreed that she had been abused after
seeing her bruised and battered body. The court had no choice but
to return her to her abuser since there were no living relatives and for
some reason, Emily denied being beaten, stating that she wanted to return
to live with Mary Ann Larkin.
Though Mary Ann was found
guilty, Emily was returned to live with her. Within that same week,
a woman named Violet Bickom showed up on Henry Berg's doorstep. Violet
lived in New Jersey and had read about Mary Ellen's case in the newspaper.
Surprisingly enough, Violet was Emily's "dead" grandmother.
When Emily's parents died,
her Grandmother had felt she was to old to raise a
child and turned her care
over to Mary Ann under the condition that she be raised and treated as
one of her own. Mary Ann took the child in and a short time later
told Violet that Emily had died and also told Emily that Violet had died.
Emily went to live with her
Grandmother after this was discovered.
Mary Ellen Wilson
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Mary Ellen Wilson before
her ordel ended and after.
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In September of 1874 a New
York city charity worker, Mrs. Etta Angell Wheeler, heard about the abuse
of a ten year old little girl name Mary Ellen Wilson. Mary Ellen's
father had died at war and her mother had placed her in temporary care
of a babysitter.
Mary Ellen's mother did not
return for several months and was not providing any support for her.
Then one day she showed up drunk and newly married wanting to take Mary
Ellen home. The babysitter could see that this new marriage had changed
Mary Ellen's mother and didn't want to put Mary Ellen back with her so
she told her that Mary Ellen had died. Later, she could no longer care
for Mary Ellen so she took her to an orphanage claiming her mother had
abandoned her.
Mary Ellen was later adopted
by a man who had lost all of his own children to
illness. He told his
wife that Mary Ellen was his illegitimate daughter. His wife agreed
to accept Mary Ellen but hated her every day she knew her.
Mary Ellen was treated as though
she were nothing more than a slave. She was allowed to wear only
one set of clothes and was rarely bathed. Mary Ellen slept on a piece
of rug under a window in the living room and was locked in a closet when
her mother left the house.
Mary Ellen had no toys to
play with and was never allowed outside to play with the other children.
When a policeman who lived in her building found her locked in a closet
in her home, he gave her some candy, which she had never tasted before.
Though he treated her well, the police man never did anything to save Mary
Ellen from her abuser.
Sadly, many people knew of
the abuse Mary Ellen was suffering, including the police officer who lived
in the same building as she did, however, her suffering went on for years,
until Etta Wheeler and Henry Bergh entered her life.
Etta Wheeler arrived at the house
in September 1874 to find Mary Ellen
covered in bruises and scars.
Mary Ellen had a gash in her forhead made by
the care taker, with a pair
of scissors. She made several return visits to check on Mary Ellen.
At this time there were no laws in affect to protect children so
Etta Wheeler persuaded Henry
Bergh, from the American Society For The Prevention of Cruelty To Animals,
to go court on Mary Ellen's behalf.
Mary Ellen's "foster"
mother, Mary Connolly, was convicted of assault and
battery and sentenced to
a year of hard labor in the city penitentiary.
Mary Ellen had this say in
court:
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"Mamma has been in the habit
of whipping and beating me
almost every day. She used
to whip me with a twisted whip, a
raw hide. I have no recollection
of ever having been kissed and
have never been kissed by
Mamma."
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After the trial, Mary Ellen eventually
ended up living with Etta Wheeler's sister. In 1888, at the age of
24, she was married to Lewis Schutt. She had two daughters who both grew
up to be teachers. Mary Ellend died October 30, 1956 at the age of
92.
In April 1875, the New York Society
for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children
was created, only eight months
after Mary Ellen's ordeal. Other states then
began to form agencies for
the protection of children.
Read the facts as told by
Mary Ellen's decendents as well as Eric Shelman and
Stephan Lazortz, M.D:
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Out
Of The Darkness
I was given this book as a gift
from my son and daughter-in-law. Let me tell you that I read the
entire book over a two day period. The book held my attention so
that it was hard to put it down.
It shows pictures of Mary
Ellen, Etta Angell Wheeler, Henry Bergh, Lewis Schutt the man Mary Ellen
married, Mary Ellen's children and several others. The book details
Mary ellen's life from birth to death and I found it to be one of the best
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A Childs Silent Prayer
Some where in the distance
a desperate child can be
heard
though never does he chance
to speak aloud a single word
His cries fill the night
from the pain they choose
to send
silently he prays alone
for this nightmare to come
to an end
Curled up against the bed
post
he hides his face in
fear
as slowly down the hall
angry footsteps are drawing
near
He thinks:
"What could I have done
to bring on all this pain
I didn't forget to clean
my room,
or walk the dog again
I only want to show my love
each day to mom and dad
Let them know how much I
try
show them I don't like to
be sad
I wish that they could see
that all I need is love
So I am sending up a prayer
to God in heaven above
Please help them both to see
as you bless my mom and dad
That even though I am very
small
I try very hard not to be
bad
I might get stains on my new
shirt
sometimes I might spill my
cup
But stains do come out in
wash
and a little spill will mop
right up
Even when they broke my arm
I kept up with every chore
I cleaned my plate at every
meal
did all they asked and even
more
I keep my bedroom nice and
neat
on the floor this is not
one toy
and everything is in it's
place
I try to be a good little
boy
Can't you let my parents see
that hitting me is just not
right
that I love them very much
this I ask of you tonight
Tell them I need hugs and
love
and that I like to give them
to
Oh, please help, dear God
above
that is what I need from
you
Amen
Author: Sharon
Schafer
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2000-2006
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reserved
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National Child Abuse Prevention Month 2004
By the President of the United States
A Proclamation
America has a fundamental duty to protect the safety
and well-being of its children. During National Child Abuse Prevention
Month, we renew our commitment to preventing child abuse and neglect, and
we dedicate ourselves to creating a safe environment in which our children
can grow and thrive.
We have made important progress in protecting America's
children, but too many still suffer from abuse and neglect. Recent reports
indicate that nearly 900,000 children were found to be victims of abuse
or neglect in 2002. Of these children, an estimated 1,400 died, 75 percent
of whom were 4 years old or younger.
These young girls and boys depend on adults to recognize
the risk factors and warning signs of abuse and to take action to end it.
This critical responsibility is shared by parents, teachers, coaches, religious
leaders, government officials, and concerned citizens in every community.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of
the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by
the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim April
2004 as National Child Abuse Prevention Month. I encourage all citizens
to take an active role in creating a caring community and help protect
America's children from abuse and neglect.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand
this second day of April, in the year of our Lord two thousand four, and
of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and
twenty-eighth.
GEORGE W. BUSH
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I werent ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Chariles bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im so afraid now
I starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
Hes already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"Im sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
Author: Unknown
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