My earliest memories are of being a toddler and told by my father to "wait till we get home". then told to stop crying on the way home or the beating would be worse. At this point I went into an involuntary convulsion trying to stop crying and not being able to breathe. All the while my mother would say nothing and do nothing in my behalf. What can a toddler do at a 2 hour+ meeting that lasts late in the night that requires beating with a belt? Such fear produces either rebellion or submission mixed with resentment that in time turnes to hate. The latter was the case with me.
My father died when i was in high school and all I felt was relief. My mother was the oddest person I personally have ever met. I have no way of knowing whether she would be as insensitive as she has always been without the influence of Judge Rutherford or not, but at this point I don't care anymore. The damage has been done, both to me as well as her grandchildren. She was so indifferent to them(their whole lives) that when he was grown, I couldn't even PAY my son to visit her. As bad as it sounds,when she dies I will feel a HUGE burden lifted.
BTW, I raised my children with boundries not beatings. My mother accused me of "making Gods out of your children". What does that even mean??? It just so happens my grown daughter just paid for an airline ticket so I could visit her. (She PAID to see ME!) You be the judge.