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Apr. 21st, 2004 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
novapsycheLet's say you are a mother with several children. Your husband is abusive. In fact, you believe he killed several of your children. You are afraid of this man. Then someone comes in and takes him away.
Someone else takes you to the side and tells you that they will take care of you. In fact, this someone is an emissary of the person who took your husband away. You think of your remaining children. You thank them for their help.
This someone sets you up in a home, free and clear, but it's broken down in many places. The roof leaks. The phone is never on. Sometimes even the mail doesn't come. But how can you complain? Your children are being taken care of.
But you have to let this someone, or whomever he chooses, to inspect your place, because though it is your place, it is also his place, too. So your home is open to anyone he chooses, himself too. Anytime.
This someone reads over your shoulder. He takes your newspaper away. "You can't read this," he says.
He moves you from place to place without your prior consent.
He walks into any door as though he has a right to be there.
He and your children don't get along.
At one point, he's playing with the kids and roughs one of them up. He roughs her up according to the rules of the game, but you can tell from the way he's hitting her that he's doing so for other reasons, but you can't perceive them.
He is the United States and you are Iraq.
Someone else takes you to the side and tells you that they will take care of you. In fact, this someone is an emissary of the person who took your husband away. You think of your remaining children. You thank them for their help.
This someone sets you up in a home, free and clear, but it's broken down in many places. The roof leaks. The phone is never on. Sometimes even the mail doesn't come. But how can you complain? Your children are being taken care of.
But you have to let this someone, or whomever he chooses, to inspect your place, because though it is your place, it is also his place, too. So your home is open to anyone he chooses, himself too. Anytime.
This someone reads over your shoulder. He takes your newspaper away. "You can't read this," he says.
He moves you from place to place without your prior consent.
He walks into any door as though he has a right to be there.
He and your children don't get along.
At one point, he's playing with the kids and roughs one of them up. He roughs her up according to the rules of the game, but you can tell from the way he's hitting her that he's doing so for other reasons, but you can't perceive them.
He is the United States and you are Iraq.