Por uma sociedade pacífica e fraterna

Por Renata Matteoni

Hoje li a coluna de Eliane Brum na Revista Época desse final de semana, que teve grande repercussão nas mídias sociais: Todo dia é dia de estupro. Eliane relata o inacreditável cotidiano do Congo pelos olhos e pela experiência de vida de Marie Nzoli. A violência da guerrilha e do abuso sexual cometido contra mulheres e crianças cotidianamente é estarrecedor. Marie criou juntamente com outras mulheres uma ONG cujo objetivo é oferecer suporte a vítimas de estupro, como forma de reagir à violência de seu país, e veio ao Brasil participar do evento “Mulheres reais que inspiram”.

Essa matéria que tanta comoção causou foi uma dessas sincronicidades que vivemos: nesse final de semana tive a alegria de ler um texto de 2005 de Sarah Uplinger, filha de nossa querida Laura, que imediatamente despertou em mim o desejo de compartilhar em nosso blog. O tema livremente escolhido por Sarah para esse trabalho escolar foi justamente “Abuse”.

Compartilho abaixo o olhar dessa jovem, um ser excepcionalmente bem recebido nesse planeta, sobre um tema tão duro, fazendo referência ao caminho que conhecemos e que procuramos disseminar por aqui, como a solução para uma humanidade fraterna e pacífica:


. Verb / byooz/ 1 use improperly or to excess. 2 treat with cruelty or violence, especially assault sexually. 3 speak to in an insulting and offensive way.
. Noun / byooss/ 1 the improper use of something. 2 cruel and violent treatment, especially sexual assault. 3 insulting and offensive language.
– Oxford Dictionary

The word abuse comes from the Latin word abuti which means misuse. Abuse exists in many forms and colors, ranging from physical violence to sexual assault to neglect. None are the same yet all three have the power to traumatize people for the rest of their life…

Abuse isn’t something that was invented two centuries ago along with the elevator. In fact, we can trace abuse back to the ancient times depicted in the Bible’s Old Testament and all throughout history. Child commerce for sexual purposes was already common in antiquity among Greeks, Romans, and many other societies. Why does history keep repeating itself? Why hasn’t the world found the means to eliminate abuse?

According to Nobel Prize physicist James Cronin, child abuse has been the most repressed idea in the history of psychology… Let me take you into the world of a child who was brutally abused by someone supposed to protect her …

“She walks to school with the lunch she packed,
Nobody knows what she’s holding back,
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with the 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 their light,
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
When mornin’ 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.”

This song “Concrete Angel” by Martina McBride, speaks of the suffering of a little girl and although the lyrics don’t reveal who abuses her, it is well portrayed in the video clip… The mother is the abuser and murderer.

Usually, when we hear of an abused child, we automatically feel like blaming the adults in the child’s life, and hardly imagine children as abusers. Why? Aren’t children capable of hitting and even killing each other? Just last week a nine year old girl stabbed her eleven year old friend over a ball… The friend died a few hours later in the emergency room…

William Golding , a literature Nobel Prize laureate, wrote a poignant story of such abuse in his world famous novel “Lord of the Flies”.

“… a faint “Zup!” Someone was throwing stones: Roger was dropping them, his hand still on the lever. Below him, Ralph was a shock of hair and Piggy a bag of fat.
“I got this to say. You’re acting like a crowd of kids.”
The booing rose and died again as Piggy lifted the white, magic shell.
“Which is better— to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is?”
A great clamor rose among the savages. Piggy shouted again.
“Which is better — to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?”
Again the clamor and again — “Zup!”
Ralph shouted against the noise.
“Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?”
Now Jack was yelling too and Ralph could no longer make himself heard. Jack had backed right against the tribe and they were a solid mass of menace that bristled with spears. The intention of a charge was forming among them; they were working up to it and the neck would be swept clear. Ralph stood facing them, a little to one side, his spear ready. By him stood Piggy still holding out the talisman, the fragile, shining beauty of the shell. The storm of sound beat at them, an incantation of hatred. High overhead, Roger, with a sense of delirious abandonment, leaned all his weight on the lever.
Ralph heard the great rock before he saw it. He was aware of a jolt in the earth that came to him through the soles of his feet, and the breaking sound of stones at the top of the cliff. Then the monstrous red thing bounded across the neck and he flung himself flat while the tribe shrieked.
The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee; the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist. Piggy, saying nothing, with no time for even a grunt, traveled through the air sideways from the rock, turning over as he went. The rock bounded twice and was lost in the forest. Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across the square red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy’s arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig’s after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in a long, slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone.”

Everyday in the news, there are stories of child abuse, I chose this subject because it is heart wrenching.

French obstetrician Michel Odent considers abuse as the consequence of an impaired capacity for loving. It is his understanding that a healthy capacity for loving oneself and others has its roots in the good quality of one’s life in the womb. This understanding is shared by many around the world.

Prenatal experience being of such importance for the psychological health of a human being, it is my wish that societies around the globe help, support and inspire pregnant women so that they can gestate in harmony and give birth to civilizations finally free of abuse.

– Dana Point, June 2005 ~ Dana Hills High School.


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