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Debbie… and millions like her
That’s My Opinion
By Bob Robinson

Two-year-old Debbie surveyed her surroundings with a sense of calm. It was quiet... she was alone.

On the other side of the room was the box with the funny pictures on it. It made her laugh. Sometimes. It had big people on it now... grownups. She looked away. She couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Next to it is the couch Daddy lies on when he’s looking at the box. Debbie liked the couch. Daddy’s always nice when he’s on it. He hugs her and plays with her. Sometimes he even lets her sit with him if she’s real quiet.

Yes, she liked the couch.

She didn’t like the chair so much, though. If Mommy sits there while Daddy’s on the couch, they start yelling at each other.

Debbie didn’t like it when Mommy and Daddy yelled at each other. She’d try to hide, hoping they would forget about her.

Debbie saw her doll in the corner of the room, by the door, where Daddy had thrown it. He said she was a bad girl and took it from her.

But she’d stopped crying. She was a good girl now. She finally decided it was all right if she got her dolly.

Debbie tried to stand, but the pain in her leg and back was so great that she had to sit down again. She looked at the red stripe that started on the calf of her leg and worked its way up, in stripes, to her side. She couldn’t see the one on her back, where protective skin had been torn in places from her backbone.

It hurt. She wanted to cry again, but she’d learned that it only made Daddy mad, so she didn’t.

Instead, she crawled across the room to her doll.

Comforting the doll made Debbie feel better. Dolly was a good girl. Just like Debbie. She sat quietly for a long time. She almost went to sleep.

It was the dull ache in her stomach that kept her awake. She was hungry. When the hunger pains finally overcame the discomfort of moving, she managed to get to her feet.

She limped across the room to the refrigerator on the opposite wall, not quite managing to hold back her tears.

She opened the door and pulled out an open can. Not wanting to make the painful trip back into the living room, she sat on the floor and started eating. It tasted awful but it stopped the ache in her stomach.

Debbie didn’t hear the front door of her apartment open. She didn’t hear her name being called by the horrified officer who had come to get her after a neighbor had reported that her parents hadn’t been home in two days...

She didn’t hear him because she couldn’t.

The officer picked up a blanket from the floor and went over to the little girl. He gently took the can of dog food out of her hands and set it on the floor. He wrapped the blanket around her, carefully trying not to rub against the welts on her body.

There was nothing he could do to cover the bruises on her face and neck, the matted blood around her ears and in her hair.

He hoped the night air wouldn’t hurt too much…

I remember when I was in the fifth grade in a small community in New York… occasionally a classmate would come to school and stand most of the day. Because he couldn’t sit. That was in the fifties. Despite the social mandate against corporal punishment, I still hear about “the belt” and other instruments of pain to keep a child “in line.”

I’m not an opponent of spanking. I got a few and they didn’t hurt my psyche, and I usually (but not always) learned from the experience. Besides, Dad’s hand always hurt as much as my tail end, so the punishment was used appropriately and judiciously. Fair’s fair.

We have declared war on physical abuse. Schools and health care providers are more aware than they used to be, and state law now holds them responsible to report incidents of suspected child abuse. Regardless, it still happens. Far too many cases surface as parents or others stand before a judge.

Sexual predators have also been given notice that their perversions are not acceptable in today’s society. And we are slowly becoming more aware of the predator within the family structure.

But the one area that goes almost unnoticed is neglect. When I did research for a column a few years ago, the latest statistics I could find noted that nearly a million children were victims of child abuse in 2001. Neglect wasn’t mentioned. Research for this column yielded different results. The U.S. Department of Health & Human Services reports the number of “seriously injured” (abused) and “neglected” children at nearly three million in the late 1990s. It also noted that this number was double what it was seven years earlier.

Children go to school each day on an empty stomach. Sometimes teachers notice a child’s sadness on Friday afternoon only to discover later that he or she will get nothing to eat until the following Monday. Many districts are now providing a “free” breakfast to as many as a third of their elementary school populations. We have “latch key kids” and millions of children get their entertainment and social growth through the “boob” tube and video games.

I hold the general decline of the morals of our society responsible… in particular babies having babies, absentee parents and the rampant increases in alcohol and drug abuse.

I love to supply solutions; I know they exist… but this time I don’t know where to start. I’m not smart enough. How do you stop a perpetual chain of generations increasingly indifferent to their responsibilities as parents and citizens?

Still, we as a society, have no choice. We must find that solution and we must turn this epidemic around. We have to stop the cycle.

Debbie, and millions like her, are depending on us.

That’s My Opinion. What’s yours?

Editor’s Note: I originally wrote about Debbie in 1975. She was based upon two case studies I saw in California when I was the Information Specialist for the San Bernardino County Department of Mental Health. I also included her story, along with others, in my book, “God Don’t Make Junk, from Ramblings of an Old Man.” Copies are still available at Bears Mill, Garst Museum and the Brethren Retirement Community Gift Shop.


 
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