(Forgive me, I’m about to sound preachy. But this story has been eating away at me.)
By now, almost the entire nation has heard the story of Nixzmary Brown and the tragic way she died. If you haven’t heard about this case, you can read more about it here. Basically, a 7-year-old girl was discovered beaten to death. Not only was she repeatedly beaten, but also she was tied to a chair and locked in a small room. She was fed cat food and made to use the litter box as well. When officials found her body she weighed about 36 pounds.
Just like most of the horrific abuse stories go, officials were made privy to her abuse. Even her doctor was notified. Her doctor told the police her injuries were sustained in a fall. Family members said nothing. The ACS did nothing. Her death could have been prevented. No one did anything. I didn’t do anything. You didn’t do anything.
I’m so tired of the fact that we put more worth on those who aren’t alive than those who are. I realize I sound like a broken record. I wrote about how I feel about this before. I can’t let this one go, the hypocrisy and laziness of all of us. If anyone out there EVER wants me to take this pro-life movement seriously, start treating LIFE like it actually matters. Until then, shut up. Do something for the living. I’m sick of the dead outliving me. I’m sick of the fact that we apply compassion when it’s too late.
Hundreds of people showed up for Nixmary’s memorial services. Hundreds broke down and cried on the rainy streets of New York City. Where were all of these careful mourners when Nixmary was eating cat food? Where were they when she was sexually abused? Where were we when she used the litter box as a toilet? Where were we when ever other child cried beneath the fists of someone bigger and more evil than any make believe monster.
Hearing a story like Nixmary’s has brought people to their knees with a heartfelt gasp. People covered their faces in horror. They shake their heads and pity her. Where was their outrage when she was alive? How is it possible her relatives had NO IDEA she was being abused? I find it hard to believe. Could it be that we look the other way in hopes of things naturally working themselves out and when things don’t naturally work themselves out, we all stand back in horror pretending to be shocked and appalled in search of someone to blame? Could it be OUR fault we didn’t say something and we’re just not willing to accept that responsibility? Her relatives had NO idea? Come on, now. I find it a little hard to believe.
We look good in black. We make adequate and elegant martyrs. But we’re an ugly bunch of buffoons in need of a little direction given from a child. We’ve become so callous and evil and cynical and cruel.
Oh, I wish we had more grace.