When I mull over the latest horrendous story of a child being exploited or murdered I think–somewhere in the multiverse there is a version of me who writes a blog on great chili recipes.
I hate this beat.
But I write about it because I know that exploited children are forgotten, marginalized, stigmatized, and dismissed.
How do I know? Because my children are crime victims. It has been a lonely road for all of us. We have lost family and friends. People react with distance at best. I am not going to catalog “at worst.”
But here is the thing–my kids–the crime victims are vibrant, intelligent, compassionate, wise beyond their years.
I write for them in belief that many other children who have been victimized deserve to heal with dignity.
They deserve a voice.
If you say you are “against child abuse” but then sideline, stigmatize, and ignore actual victims you drive home a message of silence, oppression, and injustice that indeed speaks louder than words.
It all comes down to who you actually invite to your party. That is the test of justice. Ironically it is also the measure of love.