Just found this thread and realize that probably no one will see this but I feel the need to post regarding it anyway.
Pat and I have been best friends for 11 years now and I would like to shed some light on her motivation for speaking out at the march in NY. When I met Pat she was in the infant stages of understanding, facing, and resolving issues brought on by being raised by parents practicing ritual abuse and worship of Satan. Her abuse started in the womb and continued on into her teen years. At arround 10 or so she was introduced to JW's and sought immediate sanctuary within the organization only to see unbelieveably to her own eyes that they.....These people who religiusly worship Satan and had practiced, correographed, horrible unspeakable things against her mind and body were not only in the ranks of JW's but some as in the case of Ted Jaracz had high position there.
So after many years of struggling to accept the things she was remembering, to do what she could to heal the mind and body and struggle to survive and accept herself for who she is dispite "Their attempts to break her"... what we saw in NYor heard about if you weren't there was not a concern for law suite, not a concern for the right image, not a concern for our belief in expressed words or the very experience she claims to have survived: but an attempt to (as affectively as she could) to face Ted Jaracz and say "I will not be silent", I will tell publicly what you did, I will expose you for the vile person you are and I will tell of the society hiding within the organization.
Prior to her trip to NY and face off with Ted Jacacz, Pat learned she has terminal cancer. So Yes , she was fragile and yes, emotions were flying, and she doesn't give a damn about the law suits, etc. She just wanted to expose that bastard and fullfill a promise she made to him and to other lil children suffering the same. She would grow up and she would some day be strong enough to "break the silence" and as mimily said on one of her posts about killing her cat in front of her.....the measures they used to silence her were no small thing.
I wrote a poem in honor of my friend an any who relate:
The child
The child is born despite her choice
Long since this was the plan
Who is this evil woman who helps this evil man
Shes born with scars already formed
No healing in near sight
No sweet hellos
No hugs of warmth
No dreams for her at night
How does she live
How does she fight
She knows it is in vain
How can she breath and hold out hope while suffering all this pain
How come she sees that no one cares
Or even worse those few who dare
Does no one notice
No one see
For her what is reality
Is there no hope to set her free
From suffering all this misery
Theres so much blood and broken bones
There must be clues to see
But all is covered up real fast it seems quite masterfully
Shes turned to those supposed to help
Not knowing theyre involved
This only makes such matters worse
All hope is soon dissolved
How can this be my world alone
How has it come to be
Amazing even unto her she somehow does break free
She spends the next years fighting hard to mend her broken mind
The journey now to seek her place
True peace for her to find
MTB
Dedicated to my friend