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White supremacists are real.

My 3 sisters and I were held captive by a family of them. There was a mother, a father, and three sons, all in law enforcement.

The story I was told is that these supremacists had foster children at one time, but did something to get themselves banned from the system. They were no longer allowed to foster any foster children.

But it was the 1970s, and what they did was simply wait a period of time, and then go back to the social services department, and request children, pretending they had never fostered them before. The government had lost their records, a common occurrence back then. So they gave them 4 little girls: me and my three sisters.

What followed was six years of torture, child abuse and rape, lawsuits, reporters, judges, and the complete and utter destruction of my childhood, not to mention those of my 3 younger sisters. I was 8. They were. 7 , 5 and 4.

Being the oldest I was the one who was focused on the most. I was the one they locked in a room, forced to sit on a chair for hours and hours, from which I could not get up, forced to kneel upon sandpaper and beg forgiveness for my sin of not repeating exactly what they told me to, in the precisely correct manner.

The virulent hatred that they tried to teach me did not stick. When the mother spoke of black people, foam would fly out of her mouth and her face would turn bright red. I was never able to get away from her until the sheriff and his men came armed with guns.

When we were liberated from these Monsters, I was 14. My mother fought for six years, all the way up to the Supreme Court level. She won, but the white supremacists dragged her from court appeal to court appeal, until they lost their last appeal, 6 years later. Until the final habeas corpus was issued and armed men were at the door to enforce it.

They failed utterly to make me into a white supremacist. What they succeeded in doing in those years was to cement my horror and disgust at Bigotry and all that it entails. It woke me. It woke me hard at the age of 8. I can never unsee what I saw.

I will never stop opposing the beast that is Racism.

Racism = Mental Rot
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