A Question About Old Nick

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A question or should I say questions regarding Old Nick from the movie, Room.

What if after she got out of the shed, people, who she thought she could trust, started telling her that her experience in the shed had all been in her mind and that Old Nick was really a friend? Continue reading

The Weekend Off

 

This weekend, I published my new ebook, Thou Shalt Eat Dust, and I celebrated by doing nothing.  Honestly, all I did was sleep, eat, drink (vodka and Sprite) and watch movies and TV shows (Major Crimes, Motive, and American Gothic) from Xfinity’s OnDemand.

And that’s what I’m writing about, today.  I had put off watching a certain movie for about three months, even though I’d heard it was excellently done by its young co-star, Jacob Tremblay, because I knew it would make me cry.  The movie I’m writing about is Room.

The movie was adapted from the book of the same name, Room byEmma Donoghue.  It is the story of a young woman who was kidnapped in her teens and held for seven years in a shed behind a man’s house.  She was repeatedly raped and gave birth, in the shed, to her son, Jack.  Jack grew up thinking that Room was all there was.  Until on Jack’s fifth birthday his mother realized that she had to get them out.

The movie goes on to show Jack’s awakening to the world and how some people can accept the unacceptable and some can’t.  The movie was definitely worth the $2.99 I spent.  And yes, I did cry.  I cried watching them move around in that tiny space.  I cried when they escaped.  And I cried the hardest when Jack’s mother took him back to Room.  “Is this Room.  Did somebody shrunk it?”

I knew I was to cry watching this movie because I remember how long I waited for someone to save me, (STALKED! By Voices) before realizing I had to save myself.  I also cried for the thousands of women still being held in sheds and basements all over America.  And those who appear to be walking around free but really aren’t.

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By

Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
Jared Anderson
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of The Day Of Judgment
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
STALKED! By Voices
https:24thehuntforrednovember.wordpress.com

 

 

Two Wrongs

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A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

Last week I wrote a post entitled, ‘If It’s Not Sexual,’ for the blog mystalkingblog, which is an account of my real life stalking experience.   In the post, I listed a portion of years that I was being stalked.  Here’s that list.

1989          1997          2005        2013         

1990          1998          2006        2014

1991          1999          2007        2015         

1992          2000         2008        2016         

1993          2001          2009

1994          2002         2010

1995          2003          2011

1996          2004         2012

During the years listed above, I have had to listen to some of the most obscene, degrading, derogatory, demoralizing, offensive, verbal sexually abusive language that I think has ever been heard on the planet.  And every single time I went to the local Police, I was ignored and/or dismissed as being, “not in my right mind.”  And yes, it was because I’m a Black Woman.  And I wouldn’t have thought that would have been the case in a predominantly Black Village.  But the sad truth of the situation was and is that I simply did not matter. 

I have been run down in the streets twice.  I have been poisoned.  I have been almost blinded.  And I have been forced to live alone for most of my adult life because it’s not safe for other people to be around me.

But NEVER ONCE, and hear me on this, NEVER ONCE, have I considered violence against the Police.

YES! I am angry with them for letting the stalking go on for as long as it has, but I would never raise my hand to hurt one of them, the Police.  Because, as cliché as it sounds, two wrongs will never make the situation better or right.

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A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
Jared Anderson
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of The Day Of Judgment
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
https://24thehuntforrednovember.wordpress.com