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Last we heard, EBH conceded that he was bound to the surface of a rock; a rock floating, spinning, orbiting a brilliant, life sustaining Sun. He further conceded his rock was not the only one of its kind, for every night, he could gaze upon an endless void, speckled with other rocks just like his.
EBH also accepted that this rock offered just about everything he could conceivably need or want to survive. Veggies, of every variety and texture, sweet fruits dangling from trees, bundled on vines, red meats to simmer, roast, or dry, tender pork and succulent feathered birds, many laying protein rich eggs. And that was only on the ground.
The vast oceans and wide, flowing rivers were teaming with finned fish of countless variations, beds of bivalve molluscs, shellfish, octopus, squid, all nourishing, strengthening.
In addition, his rock provided all the clean fresh water he could drink, all the lumber needed for his shelters, the thatch for his roofs.
The female EBH had proven herself an intellectual equal, confidently and skillfully assuming critical leadership roles, establishing herself as a strong business proprietor, as well as being the ideal, graceful social companion.
The female had in fact, in many instances, presented as more aggressive and forward, in many aspects of life, than her male counterpart, including, but certainly not limited to the sexual realm.
As the bearer of EBH children, as the mother of the species, she was honored for her fertility, and more importantly, as the true and only source of lineage, of heritage.
Together, the female and male EBH would carry the responsibility to nurture and educate the children, whether biologically theirs or not, as a team, properly preparing each child to succeed them as hard working, conscientious, productive and responsible members of the tribe.
EBH was in communication with other tribes, near and far, trading goods, sharing ideas, sharing discoveries and new, time saving techniques. He was engaging in cooperative projects, like irrigation systems and road construction, so that the lives of all EBHs could improve.
The surface of his rock, his landscape was changing. Small tribal villages were growing, and more importantly, prospering.
Life on the rock was good. But still, at the end of the day, when the sky went black, when those other rocks lit up the endless void, the nagging question filled his mind.
But now, with his impressive list of accomplishments, with his ever developing communicative skills, with emerging sophistication, he had to put the question to rest. School children were asking, and academics were pressing: How could there not be an answer? How could he still not know the answer?
And so, once again, as if somehow all linked by some subconscious encoded bond on a timer of sorts, EBH answered the question once and for all.
But, before we learn how EBH arrives at his answer, let’s go back to the EBH conscience for a second; that mysterious conscious that is as unique as finger prints; no two the same. That magical mystical conscious nobody knows squat about, and nobody ever will.
About the only verifiable aspect regarding this phenomenal human attribute comes not from psychiatrist or psychologist and their infamous couches, rather obstetricians in joint studies with neonatal neurologists.
Sighting multiple cases, these specialist in the yet to be born confidently state that a developing fetus within the woumb is processing external data.
Considering this, it must be acknowledged, the conscious, which identifies each and every EBH as a thinking, feeling, living human being is active and absorbing stimulation, knowledge, possibly from conception.
All acknowledge that a fetus develops off the genetic coding provided from the female and the male parents; but when speaking of the EBH conscious, of course, we’re speaking of the activation of the human senses, the birth, if you will, of the human personality.
Even today, EBHs remain ignorant regarding so many, critical aspects of themselves. This is not for not wanting, or not needing that knowledge, rather due to horrendously inadequate, fact limited, truth limited, mythological favoring educational systems; the great purveyors of misinformation.
Consider, our children are typically taught they possess five basic senses: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell. But studies have long concluded that count is actually as many as twenty-one distinct senses.
One example is our sense of touch. Well, as I’m sure we’ll all agree, “touch” is a fairly broad term.
The sense of touch can be further said to include the perception, the sense of pressure, such as with a grasping arm, the perception of heat, which can range from mild to extreme, and the perception of pain, typically measured in a scale of 0 to 10; 1 being, “Eh,” 10 being, “OMG! Kill me now!”
Likewise, your conscience, through other senses, continually monitors your body’s physiological needs, like a sophisticated home monitoring system. That’s your conscience telling you you are hungry, not your stomach.
Collectively, these are known as interoceptive senses, controlling everything anatomical and physiological within the EBH body without his intervention.
Many, if not most EBH senses, are inherent, embedded, encoded into the EBH subconscious through the neonatal, fetal developmental stages. Its very conceivable some could carry from pre-Earthbound existence.
So my point is, what if EBH’s conscious somehow, someway, at some point possessed data pertaining to who, what, when this form of existence began?
What if rag tag remnants of that information lingered still deep within the EBH conscious?
What if obscure “flashbacks,” scrambled and distorted that they may be, corrupted and infected, reduced to indecipherable gibberish, surface from time to time, recording as unreliable data, ignored as such by most EBHs, catching the curiosity and imagination of others
In that early EBH’s subconscious mind was actually in control of much of what he believed he was controlling perhaps explains his greatest folly ever.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, only because it’s the only conscious thing to think; you believe all this subconscious stuff is sheer nonsense. But, before you go back to your precious funny cat videos, consider, if you will, your own government, and just about every other government out there. For all are highly invested in breaking “the code” that protects your magical, mystical ephemeral phenomena that is your highly personal, stream of consciousness.
Back? Good. Because the undeniable fact is, whomever breaks that barrier first, wins the big game, and by that I mean the ability to gain control of every EBH mind, from the point of conception.
Consider today, with only very limited, superficial knowledge, advertisers know how to get you to buy their line of clothing; game developers know how to distract you for hours, days. They simply bombard you with images of positive, enjoyable, pleasing scenes and associate those images with their products.
Organizations of every description, especially highly sophisticated ones, like financial institutions and religious organizations thrive through appealing to the EBH sense of safety and security. The hook? Join them, apply for membership, pay the nominal fee, and feel safe and secure for all eternity.
Of course, financial institutions have their monthly fees, service charges, and a myriad of penalties. Religious organizations typically do not have application fees, but do expect substantial monthly tithes and offerings, many as much as 10% of cash holdings.
Some of the more radical religious organizations require much more from members including material holdings and strict adherence to very specific institutional doctrines. Violations of these binding doctrines, some as menial as eating forbidden foods, or becoming involved, romantically or otherwise, with non-organization members, outsiders, would mean excommunication, ejection, from the organization.
This level of restriction, loss of personal freedoms, such as being forbidden to seek medical care in the case of illness or injury, can, and have, resulted in the death of members.
In the case of religious extremists fundamentalists organizations, the doctrines demand yet more. Commitment may entail total emergence into a society that will require total personal sacrifice, demanding, not only violent acts against others, but demanding the death of anyone who does not share, and/or accept, respect their religious doctrines.
All religious organizations, for reasons we’ll delve into soon, rely heavily on engaging their members emotionally, deceiving them through false, fictional doctrines, and enslaving, entraping members through intimidating tactics known to build strong co-dependent ties, that is to say, the target EBH comes to depend on, to need the organization.
These psychological operations, tactics are highly effective against the ignorant EBH produced by a religion influenced educational system.
And so it was, the EBH conscious was effectively distracted, diverted from the task of building on commonality, global cooperation and unity, and ensuring social stability.
It was one thing to create a tribal deity to unite the citizens around; it was one thing to build temples for that deity, to erect embrazened images, typically fashioned after some prominent EBH for comfort and acceptance.
It was one thing to invite all citizens to join the congregation, and lovingly welcome those who wished to participate at their own chosen level, considering, of course, while similar in general appearance, each EBH possessed an independent, free spirited conscious, coded and programmed to support individuality.
It was one thing to believe one tribal deity was supreme, above all others, the creator of all things Earthbound, the creator of the mysterious universe itself, never to be denied, never to be disrespected, never to be the subject of blasphemy. It was important, after all, that EBH know that he was not of unknown origin; he needed to know he had at least a father, a creator, somewhere in that vast void of darkness and mystery.
EBH’s creation of his deities were useful to some extent. The tribal citizenry did, for the most part, unify around their designated god, and in many cases, family of gods, whether that god was in the form of a familiar images, such as himself, which was, more often than not, the case, or the form of something sustaining, such as a calf, or the Sun, or a tree.
Still others opted to adopt more universal gods. These were typically all powerful, omniscient unseen gods that were always present, always watching, observing his every move, aware of every thought. These were gods that not only gave life, but could take it away. Gods that could richly reward, or harshly punish.
These Gods could offer eternal salvation in an utopian heaven, a place among the star’s above, or condemn the disbelieving, disobedient EBH to eternal suffering in the very pits of hell, a fiery, torturous place in the belly of his rock.
Yes. EBH had finally answered that plaguing, nagging, question. He now knew his origin, no matter how fictional that origin was, and just as important, he now knew his final destiny.
But, EBH was not content; no, not content at all.
Fact: A species, humanoid or otherwise, will not persist without the reproduction, nurturing, the educating and indoctrinating of new generations in properly protecting, sustaining, advancing their given culture.
In every EBH tribe, there existed two genders. A male gender and a female gender. And through copulation of the male and female (yes,I must be specific here), a child EBH was conceived and delivered into life on the rock.
Now, female and male EBH, while different in general appearance, that is to say, the female was fairer than the male, with genitalia and a reproductive system specific to permit child conception and delivery, otherwise stood toe to toe, side by side, not only in conducting day to day labor, of any category, but also in protecting home and community.
Male and female EBH worked and played, struggled and accomplished, supported and encouraged one another through whatever came, not just in commitments as a domestic couple, but as equal members of a community, large or small.
These two distinct and independent EBHs had woke up together on this rock, and they would survive together on it. This fact just seemed to be an inherent understanding. It seemed once again whomever, whatever deposited this curious species onto their tiny rock, had considered every aspect of survivability; this had not been a random act, or some bizarre evolutionary process.
At one point the female EBH was held in an iconic position, with tribes commissioning statues in her honor. These flattering, towering bare breasted images attested to her undeniable standing in communities.
In some cultures, she was not restricted even in sexual activity.
The Etruscan woman, of a pre-Roman sophisticated Italian culture, for example, could participate in, engage in casual sexual trysts with whomever she pleased. Because these women prided themselves in physical fitness and impeccable appearance, they considered being seen nude by others, especially men, as a compliment, not as an embarrassment or disgrace.
The Etruscans are one of the first societies to flaunt open marriages. Wife sharing was a custom to them. They not only accepted many, many men onto their couches, the women raised any child that resulted out of their encounters, whether they could identify the biological father or not.
This custom would later come to be criticise even by the following Egyptian and Roman sex mongrels.
Other cultures would simply bestow the title of goddess upon their women, and commission a stone carver to produce an image worthy of her.
One of the most notable finds to date is a statuette of a possible goddess of fertility that dates back nine thousand years.
The find was in an ancient Turkish settlement called Çatalhöyük. The settlement is believed to have existed for longer than a millennium.
So, the question arises, was honoring the female, permitting her such privileges, extraordinary freedom, something the EBH came up with on their own, or was this behavior more subconscious encoding surfacing?
It was undeniable, the EBH female was an integral element in developing EBH society; and, in many instances her adoration shadowed that of the brute male.
In addition to, and in conjunction with her fertility status, as the child bearer, she was regarded as the true and only source of lineage.
Had she enjoyed that level of stature prior to finding herself Earthbound?
Within the tribes, she acquired education, held public office at all levels, served as a jurist, was a successful proprietor of business, and a land owner.
If her domestic relationship with her male partner dissolved, she was entitled to, and received her fair share of the couple’s joint holdings.
Because of this recognition, this acknowledgment and acceptance of gender equality, societies, tribes, alliances flourished in productivity, growth, and stature.
Global EBH was functioning at a one hundred percent level; both male and female actively engaged across the board, in every aspect of life. Neither gender was ruling over, undermining, exploiting the other.
All was right on the tiny rock.
But male EBH was not content. Not at all content.
Our EBH has somehow, someway come to exist on a tiny speck of a rock floating, spinning, orbiting a brilliant fireball, in what seemed like an endless void of a universe. And his questions remained: How? Why? When? And, by who’s hand? By what means?
The EBH does not know, and sadly, will never know. One of those eternal mystery things.
But assuming, just for grins and giggles, EBH was brought to this rock by, oh, let’s say parents, his people, a dying society, for his own good, his own safety, or perhaps, while we’re toying with ideas, perhaps brought here as an exile, to separate him from his culture for whatever reason, dropped into an uncharted, alien, albeit survivable wilderness, to fend for himself.
Whatever the case, either of these two, or any of an endless list of other possibilities, EBH should have quickly gotten over what he didn’t know, and focused on what he did know, what he saw before him: A survivable, real situation.
But that’s not what he did.
Instead, EBH opted to sear, to pout, to essentially behave as a neglected, abandoned child, throwing tantrums and breaking his toys, in this case, destroying and poisoning his only means of survival; the sustaining resources provided by his rock.
Maybe EBH remained angry because no note was left by Mommy, promising to return some day. Maybe he was frustrated because no instructions were left as how to best survive on a strange, unfamiliar rock.
More angering and frustrating could have been simply not knowing from where he came, or why he was left.
No map home. No number to phone home. Nothing.
EBH, simply woke up one day to find himself standing in the warmth of a brightly shinning sun, under trees laden with sweet fruits.
He walked through wild gardens of tasty vegetables growing in abundance.
He waded through clear flowing rivers teaming with nourishing fish, and wondered among animals of every conceivable kind as they roamed the hills and valleys, edible ones and hard working beasts of burden.
He watched birds of every description and color as they filled the skies, others as they nested, laying white, brown, and speckled eggs.
I’m sure he looked up as quenching rains poured down from blackened skies, washing all periodically.
No, EBH didn’t just wake up to find himself alone and in dire straights, he woke up and found himself in paradise.
If he was in fact “abandoned,” if he was in fact left to fend for himself, for a short period of time, or for all time, whoever, whatever transported, delivered, deposited him onto the surface of this rotating sphere, this speck in a vast void, could not have chosen a more supportive, sustaining rock.
But back to reality, because it was not just a matter of EBH not accepting his awakening in paradise; it was not just a matter of not bringing himself to simply embrace his good fortune. No. EBH harbored a deep seeded, all consuming obsession, compounded with a growing anger and an equally deeply seeded savagery.
EBH was not satisfied with being supported, nurtured, sustained by his rock, prison or not; and, on his Sun vanishing each evening, on the multitude of other rocks illuminating the black canvas that was a collection of universes, EBH only laid back and stared; stared, knowing somewhere among the twinkling space rocks he was looking upon was his true home.
Now, please recall I explained that all EBHs possess a conscious. That inner most self that distinguishes one EBH from all others.
But, as with his origin, as with his destiny, no EBH, none, not a single psychologist, not one psychiatrist, certainly no self-proclaimed Shaman of any organized religious cult, can claim to have knowledge of the humanoid conscious. Oh, many will claim such knowledge, but, that is their delusion.
The human conscious is as distinct and personal as finger prints. You may get a peek at one, but you’ll never see them all.
IF any “instructions,” guidance, compelling messages were left by those who delivered the EBH to the surface of his rock, those guiding messages may have been encoded into the EBH sub-conscious; even if nothing more than, “Good luck! You’re on your own!” After all, he was eventually able to climb down a tree and into a skyscraper. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s back up a bit.
I’m using EBH in the singular tense; it must be understood, however, that there were a multitude of EBH tribes scattered throughout the surface of the Earth.
Genetically speaking, all EBHs are the same; that is to say, all sport two legs, two arms, one head, one brain, etcetera, etcetera.
Some tribes enjoy variations to the basic theme, facial features mostly, height and skin tone others. But all possess the ability to think, create, and imagine. All possess a conscious.
Considering their similarities and differences, each individual tribe considered itself equal in standing with all other tribes, while embracing their own unique cultural differences; in many cases, tribal leaders touted their tribes as superior to others. Bigger, stronger, more powerful.
Were all tribes linked to the same magical, mystical origin in some way? Were all cast in the image of a single all mighty “creator?” There are many who speculate that is the case, just lack the evidence to prove their suspicions.
What is known is, again perhaps through the activation of encoded processes and embedded instructions, all EBH tribes began to develop socially. While some developed faster than others, all developed in simular ways.
For no man can rule a kingdom (or a tribe) without a clear mandate.
No king can preserve his legacy, record his glorious conquests, properly proclaim his supremacy throughout the lands without proper, tangible means and methods.
So somehow, someway, by some inherent “knowledge,” each tribe set to accomplish a universal task.
Utilizing creativity and imagination, each EBH tribe created, tailored specifically to that tribe, variations of the basic “ugh.”
Through shifting inflections, variations in tones, high and low pitch, the universal ugh evolved into complex speech patterns.
Likewise, picking up sharpened stones and flat sandstone, EBH created unique, complex, and often ornamental scribblings; individual scribblings combined in sets came to represent a tribesman name, and official title, a label for a tool or utensil, the name of a river, or a fruit.
And so it came to be, all tribal EBHs not only possessed verbal speech, but written language as well.
While many tribes continually modified and expand their languages and vocabularies, many others still use a very basic, essentially unchanged dialect today.
Surprisingly, even the most simplistic known dialects accomplish what are considered the essential elements of meaningful communication. That is to say, even crude dialects involve a sender, a distinct and clear message, target a specific receiver, allow for/solicit feedback, permit a channel (or medium), consider potential interference and address specific situations.
These early utterances and scribblings permitted a crude, yet functional level of communication, not only within the tribe, but enabled communication with other neighboring tribes in the region.
EBH was connected, and quickly built meaningful circles of friends and formed crucial alliances.
Within the tribe, these early utterances and scribblings were important in EBH establishing some semblance of social organization (not always effective), and law and order, (not always accepted, nor abided by all tribal members); and more importantly, he was now able to commission an official scribe to record all of his accomplishments for all time.
History was enabled, but as it is today, recorded history was not always factual. As it is today, recorded “history” is selective in content, embellished, and very slanted to favor the EBH being honored.
Also, while these fledgling communication tools were not interchangeable from one tribe to another, their simplicity and repetitive characteristics allowed one EBH tribe to adequately learn another tribe’s “language” without too much difficulty.
And so it was, EBH could effectively, and meaningfully dialogue with EBH and thus enabled a myriad of social interactions such as trading of goods, sharing of ideas, establishment of cooperatives that would allow public works projects mutually benefiting multiple tribes.
All was well and good. But the EBH was not content. Not at all content.
This is the first in what I hope is a mind tingling series extracted from, and intended as a Prelude to a greater work to be published later this year.
It could be crudely aligned with classic Shakespearean tragedies, that is to say no one survives, there are no true heroes, the women are degraded and exploited, lies and deception are at every turn, with greed and self-glorification being the very foundation of the tale. But the sad truth is, this is not a fictional tale at all.
This is an actual tragedy being played out in real time, day in and day out. Ongoing. Non-stop. Undeniable by anyone. Inescapable by no one.
It is the actual tragedy of what has evolved as the pathetic, hapless human man, from here forth referred to as the Earthbound Human (EBH).
The EBH would not be hapless at all were it not for one driving, all consuming issue. He is plagued by an obsession; an obsession, I suspect, driven more out of fear than curiosity.
Yes, fear. For whatever the EBH may feel, whatever he may claim to be, he is consumed by unshakeable, bone chilling fear.
This gripping fear, you see, is what drives the EBH in his obsession with his origin and, therefore, his true purpose.
So driven is he about learning where he came from, why he is here, on this floating space rock, who placed him on this rock, his mind conjures up, fabricates, even causes delusional scenarios of his coming to be Earthbound.
In reality, the origin of this tiny, fragile man, even the origin of his tiny floating rock, which he has cleverly dubbed Earth, is inconsequential to his existence at all.
For the facts, the truths, the sequence of events, the interventions of whoever, whatever, which led to, not only his, but all creatures coming to co-exist on this Earth, whether it involved a magical, mystical glorious creator of all things great and small, whether it involved a life form creating celestial big bang, whether it involved the biological evolution of a single celled organism that first threaded water, then walked ashore, or whether it involved a miniacal space traveller named Scotty, knowledgeable in transporter technology, that information has never been, is not now, nor will ever be accessible/available to the simpleton, the undisciplined, the reckless and irresponsible EBH.
A quick reflection on this creature, this Earthbound humanoid curiosity.
He is but one of many, many interesting creatures, lifeforms calling this floating space rock home. And while it is generally acknowledged that he possesses the ability to reason, it is also generally accepted that he tends to grossly misuse that skill.
Also, while he is only one of an unknown number of species that benefits from the ability to “think,” he favors an affinity towards using creativity and imagination, both surreal and illogical processes, almost to a fault.
Not much else is known about his existence at all, other than he may or may not be the only Earthbound creature who possesses an independent, personalized, individualized conscious, what he has come to call a soul.
Important note, the EBH fancies himself as the sole reigning, master of his floating rock, but only because no other humanoid lifeform(s) has/have presented to prove him hopelessly wrong, or challenge his declaration of supremacy (to date, that is).
This is interesting because the EBH is one of the most physically, emotionally, biologically, and chemically sensitive, and therefore fragile, creatures on his rock. Millions upon millions of EBHs terminate annually due to physical trauma, a myriad of diseases and physiological disorders, and sheer self-destruction through a myriad of ingenious methods including ingestion, injection, and inhalation of life ending substances. Millions upon millions more are not terminated, but permanently disabled, rendered useless to society.
But the most fascinating and prevalent method of terminating millions of EBHs is with high velocity muskets. These pop guns project a metal ball that tears through human flesh like it was paper, splintering bones, and damaging major, life sustaining internal organs.
EBH on EBH violence.
And so, it’s with this brief introduction that I hope to offer you a thought provoking break from drinking establishments, iron man work out sessions, funny cat videos. I trust, as loyal and dedicated “friends,” colleagues, family, that you’ll not only read, but share my words with your connections and circles. Remember, we all enjoy different tastes; what may not be your cup of tea, just may be honey to another. Each new posting will offer an aggressive prospective of this suffering, disillusioned, misguided creature. Please stay with me.
This post is the first in an educational series addressing violence against women; in that a lot of people feel uncomfortable with this topic, I thought I’d be straight up just in case you wanted to go elsewhere. But before you leave, consider this single fact: Women in America are second class citizens. (In other countries, they are far less.) I state this as a fact based on the overwhelming documented evidence that American women are not afforded equal protection under the U.S. Constitution; they are denied this equal protection by the Executive Branch, the Legislature Branch, and the Judicial Branch.
One blatant, indisputable case in point is our government’s refusal to acknowledge women’s rights under the the 14th Amendment. The opening section clearly states that no State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States. Yet the number of bills passed legislating women’s rights to proper health care, and in many cases life saving medical procedures stand at a ridiculous, incomprehensible number. The consequences of these laws is criminal.
There are many other instances and examples, and it is these unconstitutional violations of human and civil rights perpetrated against women that I will be addressing beginning with this post.
Still with me? Good, because what I’m offering you, through this series, is comprehensive information on public record (none of this is made up). My only goals and objectives are to provide you insight into an issue that is not only deeply impacting our society, but devastating many innocent lives.
If for no other reason, read these short posts for your own personal edification. If you’re a mother, consider sharing with your daughter and son. If you are a daughter, consider sharing with your parents and siblings. In other words, if you think these posts are worth sharing, then please feel free to do so! Share it with your Friends, Circles, your Tweeple. You never know, maybe this information could be helpful and enlightening to someone connected to you. Here’s why. One in every three women, no matter the age, will be abused, battered, raped, violated in some way in their life.
If that fact upsets you, scares you, well, consider another fact: 90 plus percent of women, and we’ll bring this down to the United States, 90 plus percent of American women don’t feel safe in our sophisticated 21st Century, high tech society. And, I’m not speaking only of lower class at risk women living in ghettos, drug environments/conditions, I’m speaking of women from every socioeconomic level, including law enforcement officers, lawyers, doctors, judges, educators, nurses, corporate executives, you name the class, it is represented.
Young women, middle school, high school, college age, are at higher risk.
Here are some statistics published by the U.S. Department of Justice: Females ages 16-24 are more vulnerable to intimate partner violence than any other age group – at a rate almost triple the national average; approximately 1 in 5 female high school students report being physically and/or sexually abused by a dating partner; among female victims of intimate partner violence, a current or former boyfriend or girlfriend victimized 94% of victimes between the ages of 16-19.
Globally, the numbers only get worse, with one in every three women being raped, sexually assaulted, sodomized, battered by a husband, boyfriend, a friend of the family, or a date in their lifetime.
Unfortunately, some women will experience the abuse throughout their lifetime; and I say that only because many women will simply not be able to escape the abuser, and he will eventually murder her.
Not very many of the abusers/murderers will be prosecuted due to factors that will be explained in upcoming posts.
So, what of the cost and who’s paying for it? If you are a tax payer, you are.
Some reports place the total annual price tag for violence against women at over five billion dollars per year just to heal the wounds caused by violence against women. Over four billion of that number is just for medical costs. And, that is just accounting for the women who seek medical help.
Many, many women either choose not to seek medical help, while many others are not permitted, by the abuser, to seek medical help. I mentioned some women are not able to escape their abuser(s), and that’s simply because they are literally held captive in some manner.
This well documented, researched fact is one that most Americans simply don’t want to acknowledge, or simply don’t want to be concerned with. That is, of course, not until it affects them personally.
For within our cities, and we’re talking within virtually every major city in the country, and a great number of lesser cities and even rural communities, there exist a totally unseen, out of sight, out of mind female population living in total, true bondage in every sense of the word.
The exact number of these enslaved women, ranging from pre-teens up, is unknown. Some put the U.S. numbers at tens of thousands, but that is probably a conservative estimation. Globally, the numbers go as high as the millions.
But again, these women don’t factor into the cost issue; they are not treated for the brutality they endure. When they succumb to their rape and torture, they are simply discarded in some manner.
So back to the cost, because that five billion price tag is only the cost of medical, psychological counseling, et cetera, et cetera. There is a lot more money lost due to violence against women.
You see, women miss an estimated eight million work days every year because they are battered so badly they physically, medically can not show up.
Eight million work days of missed work, in case you were wondering, equates roughly to some two billion dollars worth of lost pay. And, two billion dollars of lost pay translates to just about thirty-two thousand full-time jobs.
Now, I don’t care if you’re in middle school student struggling with Algebra, a high school student sitting in a pre-Calc course, or a first year finance student at prestigious college or university, those numbers, in today’s nose-diving economy, cannot be ignored.
Even a self-proclaimed economic genius vying for the Presidency of the United States has to acknowledge the issue is significant. Yet, not one politician, not one candidate for any office, at any level will raise this issue in any conversation, interview, debate.
Incidentally, with this post, I intend to address the presidential candidates for the upcoming election why this issue is categorically ignored.
You see, while our illustrious politicians, male and female, even our sitting President and legislators will mock object at the human rights violations of other countries, while they will smile broadly as they take advantage of the photo opportunities with the Malalas of the world, they, themselves, are repress, subjugate, and deny human rights to American women and girls.
This is what we call hypocrites. But, how can that be? More importantly, why would that be?
The answers to both those questions are as incomprehensible as they are ridiculous and will be dealt with in depth in a forthcoming post.
For now, let’s look at yet another way violence against women is costly.
You see, speaking of incomprehensibility, when a woman is beaten, especially in her own home, by her significant other, alleged partner, an episode society dubs as domestic violence, it is she who typically has to flee for protection and treatment.
She has to grab what she can, swoop up the kids, if there are any and typically there are, and run.
Now you may be asking, where does a woman beaten and battered, black and blue, probably with no money, under the threat of being hunted down and killed, her children under that same threat run to?
She can’t run to family. She’ll only endanger them as well. She can’t run to friends; they typically have no desire to become involved, or more typically, simply don’t know how to help her. She can’t stay at a hospital; they are a for profit entity; they need to clear the bed for the next inbound battered woman.
No, the battered, beaten, hurting woman has limited choices as to where to run. Sadly, far to many of them simply remain on the streets. In a city such as San Diego, where it is reported that some 50% of homeless women are the result of domestic violence, this means more danger.
On the streets, women face more abuse and exploitation.
Many women, if she seeks proper medical care, and the reporting is completed correctly, she could end up in inadequate, underfunded, overcrowded shelters, typically run by overextended county social services. Operating a shelter can run up into the millions per year, therefore, most shelters are under funded, and under staffed. Considering many of these shelters find themselves twenty five percent over capacity, sometime the battered woman has to accept whatever is available.
In one twenty four hour period recorded, over fifty three thousand battered women were serviced. Over seven thousand were turned away due to lack of space.
Just so you understand the lunacy of this issue, the woman should not have to leave. The abuser has a place waiting for him. A place where he can cool off. A place where he will be welcomed and comforted, and coddled, fed and bedded in a warm spot for the night. It’s called the country jail.
In closing this post, I will simply reiterate the undeniable fact that violence against women is a costly pandemic issue that must be addressed immediately by politicians.
Why politicians? Because it’s the politicians who legislate women’s rights, restrict their health care, and deny them equal justice under our constitution.
Thank you for reading,and I hope you come back for the next post in this series in which I will explain why it is men believe they are superior to women.
Below please find some links utilized in producing this entry. For a complete list of sites address violence against women, please visit my Resource page at https://dhesbarpublications.wordpress.com/resources/.
- Abused and Battered Women Facts and Statistics, Fact #23 http://www.shimmymob.com/purpose/abuse_facts/
- The Economic Costs of Violence Against Women http://www.un.org/womenwatch/daw/vaw/expert%20brief%20costs.pdf
- Cost of Violence against Women largely underestimated http://eige.europa.eu/news-and-events/news/cost-violence-against-women-largely-underestimated
- The Cost of Violence against Women and their Children https://www.dss.gov.au/sites/default/files/documents/05_2012/vawc_economic_report.pdf
- Consequences and costs http://www.endvawnow.org/en/articles/301-consequences-and-costs-.html
- 2010 U.S. Census http://www.census.gov/prod/cen2010/briefs/c2010br-03.pdf
- Teen Dating Violence Facts http://www.clotheslineproject.org/teendatingviolencefacts.pdf
- Teen Violence Statistics http://www.teenviolencestatistics.com/content/date-rape.html
- Domestic violence: Nearly 100 Domestic Violence Victims Turned Away From Shelters In Day – tribunedigital http://articles.courant.com/2014-03-14/news/hc-domestic-violence-shelters-0315-20140314_1_violence-victims-shelters-18-domestic-violence-agencies
- Dominance and Domestic Abuse Among Mexican Americans: Gender Differences in the Etiology of Violence in Intimate Relationships, Yoko Sugihara1, and Judith Ann Warner. Journal of Family Violence, Vol. 17, No. 4, December 2002(C° 2002)
- Homeless women in the United States https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homeless_women_in_the_United_States
- Domestic Violence and Homelessness https://www.aclu.org/files/pdfs/womensrights/factsheet_homelessness_2008.pdf
- Domestic Violence and Homelessness: Statistics http://www.vawnet.org/Assoc_Files_VAWnet/NRCDV-Stats-DVHomelessness.pdf
- Domestic Violence. Wikipedia. Web.
- Estimating the Numbers http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/slaves/etc/stats.html
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SHELTER FEASIBILITY STUDY http://www.fftc.org/Document.Doc?id=510