I don’t know if I’m supposed to write about this topic on
this woefully neglected blog site, but it’s a glimpse into our daily life in
this country we dearly love. It’s a
glimpse into issues all too common today and I don’t have many answers.
Two weeks and two incomprehensible stories of 12 year-old girls
who have been raped. Technically, one
case was only “attempted” rape, but the trauma is nevertheless devastating. I
looked at a hospital photo of one girl while eating lunch with a potential new
volunteer for Solid Ground International. She asked me for advice and I talked
about 24 hours and the police report and medical records and government
services, but what I really want us to do is to board a ferry and rescue the
girl who, although now at home, is still vulnerable. She was walking home when a man high on drugs
swept her up on his motorcycle. He strangled her and tried to rape her. Then he
threw her from the bike. She passed out. I don’t know the rest of the details.
We hear stories like this on a regular and it never gets
easier to hear. We get calls and referrals and each one is fresh and raw and
full of inadequate words. We have forgotten what it’s like not to be surrounded
by tales of abuse and exploitation.
Each story is rife with pain and fear. We don’t see that everything
happens for a reason. There is no reason a 12-year-old child should ever endure
the emotional, psychological, spiritual, and physical wounds that result from
rape. There’s no reason any human
should. I don’t even ask God the “Why” question because I don’t think any
explanation will be satisfactory.
Sometimes people talk about a broken world and broken
people, about sin and evil, about free will and choice. And I still can’t make
sense of it and the massacre of human flesh that happens daily around the
globe.
While the SGI staff and I spend much time celebrating with
individuals who have overcome trauma, we spend just as much time listening to
the sobs and questions. We let them get it all out and we tell them it’s not
their fault, but we don’t tell them it’s all going to be okay or that it will
all work out for good if only they soldier up. Because we just don’t know the
end of the story. We hope and pray and guide them the best we can. We sit with
them. We can’t afford to be dismissive
or just give them a gentle pat on the back. When it’s time, we prompt them to
take steps forward using their own motivations as impetus. If we rush the
process, they may retreat.
The stories aren’t going to end tomorrow, so with what does
that leave us? I asked SGI residents
about ways others best help them in the healing process.
In short: LISTEN.
In fact, be quick to listen.
Let us cry and cry.
Show us you care through acts of kindness. Express your
love out loud.
Be present and willing to spend time with us.
Come when we need you.