Jimmy Carter Editorial

August 4th, 2009

Thanks to a friend who shared this link, I am appreciative of what Jimmy Carter has done and continues to do. We need more people like him.

“There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.” (Galatians 3:28)

That verse is very true and sadly not followed by many people of various religions. It’s amazing how much of a gap there is between both genders even in this modern day and age.

The article speaks of many truths, but what really hit home for me was reading this:

If a woman is raped, she is often most severely punished as the guilty party in the crime.”

Being a victim of rape myself, it’s not just true in the judicial sense of being the guilty party, but through those closes to you… your very own family. At least it was in my case and probably for many others. I was not only raped, but ended up pregnant because of it. My parents were ashamed of me and tried to find ways of pushing all blame onto me. Looking back, it just felt like they were trying to find ways of not blaming themselves, which really wasn’t their fault outside of pushing me away from them (both emotionally and physically).

It was because I moved out of their house due to an unfortunate incident that led to my rape. Maybe I’m totally off and wrong by thinking this, but my mother continued to hound me and place all the blame on me for years after the fact. It even came to the point where she sat me down and asked me how could I sell off my first born. I didn’t sell the baby, though. I gave the baby up for adoption… which I don’t think my mother fully understands. She then asks me how I would have felt if she had sold me? I just told her that the situation is different since she never did “sell me off” and that I cannot relate. I still cannot relate, although due to my abusive childhood, sometimes I wish she had given me up. Would I have been better off? I don’t know… and I won’t ever know. I wonder how that child feels about me giving them up? What I do know is what has happened to me and what I cannot seem to let go… and that is one of the larges causes of my on-going depression.

My mother also told me that if I would have had a boy, she would have made me give it to her. So girls are that worthless to her? Just because she had two of her own? Or is it because in their society, boys are revered as being more favorable than girls? It may have been harsh to say and very mean of me to do so, but I just looked her in the eye and told her that she would have been the last person on this planet that I would allow to raise my child.

I have many questions that swarm my head regarding similar situations, but since I am currently unemployed and having dealt with not only being judged in the workforce because I am a woman, but also due to my race… the other issues this article addresses hits right at home. What can be done?