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Your grandfather W is a dog. I am,
and always have been, very low-key, patient, and very slow to anger.
But I still, after so many years now, hate the man with practically
every fiber of my being. In fact, and I have never felt this about
anyone but him, I am truly afraid to be in his presence because I
know that with little provocation I could end up killing the man.
I am confiding this to you because I want you to know how dangerous things were for all of us when I last saw him at the hospital in Long Beach when the state doctors informed L that she had to either leave the state or go up north to the Camarillo State Hospital for the rest of her life. At that point I already knew, I was absolutely confident that W had molested and raped L, but when the doctor looked him in the eye and asked him if indeed he had done this I had anger and fear and relief surging through my skin.
That he admitted it was very surprising. That V, your grandmother, sat there and tried to smile was appalling. The look on your mother's face was absolutely heartbreaking. But to know that he did such a thing, admitted it, brought such devastation into our lives, and then simply walked away from it scot free still burns me up inside everytime I recall those events.
It is very important that you understand this. |
Last update: 11/20/2002; 10:07:52 PM.