Domestic Violence---Tara Brown
Without Prejudice
The news is shocking today. A beautiful young woman run off the road by her ex partner and then beaten as she lay trapped in the wreckage. Tara Brown, a Mother, a daughter, a friend. As mourners gathered at the crash site a rainbow appeared above their heads in the blue endless sky of the Gold Coast. Queensland
Then more tragic news as a woman is gunned down at Helensvale, Gold Coast in the McDonalds car park. She dies at the scene, her ex partner shoots himself. Bystanders are shaking and crying to have seen this terrible event unfold in front of them.
Both women had appealed to the Police for help prior to these terrible attacks.
And Australia is up in arms against this insidious disease of Domestic Violence.
It's disgusting that certain cowardly men feel they have the right to attack women or children.
But what is worse is that good men stand by in silence.
Bullies and cowards are exactly that, bullies and cowards.they give in to their basic instincts of aggression and violence but are smart enough to harm themselves to try and escape prison.
They are smart enough to know in the prison system they will probably be harmed. Prisoners have their own code of decency and have wives and families, mothers, sisters.
Pedophiles ( rock spiders) are rated higher on the prison scale than wife beaters. It's evil and its insidious and it has to be stopped.
We have a culture in Australia that allows these things to happen.
Women are the new " blacks " it is said.
Since when is it ok to strike a woman? Or a child. The man twice the size of the vulnerable.
The Australia I remember from my childhood was that men drank at parties and bbq's and stayed in a group. The women stayed inside and drank little and ate a lot. The little woman syndrome. The culture of the " Sheila ".
It came as a shock to my teetotaller Scottish and British parents who socialised together. So we didn't go to many parties and I don't think they ever entered a hotel except to allow us kids to use a toilet. It was a last resort to them.
I had no idea that there were violent men in the world. We knew of one man who hit his wife but he was the town drunk. He also hit his kids when in his cups. But he was unusual to us kids. A figure to be feared and reviled. We felt so sorry for his wife and kids.
We heard they all used to hide when he came home, drunk, roaring and shouting his way up the hill.
My Father had a brutal bully of a Father and made a vow one day , at the tender age of just 13, that when he had kids he would never hit them. And he kept to that promise all his life.
At 13 at his pious Scottish fathers table he had said a swear word. He said he was " testing the waters " , he was backhanded across the room. Lip bleeding he made the vow.
His Father a big man. He was supposed to have lifted a car off a trapped man once, such was his strength.
But years after not seeing my Father he greeted him at the door, ( Dad with my 16 year old Sister in tow) with an abrupt,
" What are YOU doing here "
That was the last visit my father had with his Dad and all the rest of us kids never met him. Neither did we want to.
The news is shocking today. A beautiful young woman run off the road by her ex partner and then beaten as she lay trapped in the wreckage. Tara Brown, a Mother, a daughter, a friend. As mourners gathered at the crash site a rainbow appeared above their heads in the blue endless sky of the Gold Coast. Queensland
Then more tragic news as a woman is gunned down at Helensvale, Gold Coast in the McDonalds car park. She dies at the scene, her ex partner shoots himself. Bystanders are shaking and crying to have seen this terrible event unfold in front of them.
Both women had appealed to the Police for help prior to these terrible attacks.
And Australia is up in arms against this insidious disease of Domestic Violence.
It's disgusting that certain cowardly men feel they have the right to attack women or children.
But what is worse is that good men stand by in silence.
Bullies and cowards are exactly that, bullies and cowards.they give in to their basic instincts of aggression and violence but are smart enough to harm themselves to try and escape prison.
They are smart enough to know in the prison system they will probably be harmed. Prisoners have their own code of decency and have wives and families, mothers, sisters.
Pedophiles ( rock spiders) are rated higher on the prison scale than wife beaters. It's evil and its insidious and it has to be stopped.
We have a culture in Australia that allows these things to happen.
Women are the new " blacks " it is said.
Since when is it ok to strike a woman? Or a child. The man twice the size of the vulnerable.
The Australia I remember from my childhood was that men drank at parties and bbq's and stayed in a group. The women stayed inside and drank little and ate a lot. The little woman syndrome. The culture of the " Sheila ".
It came as a shock to my teetotaller Scottish and British parents who socialised together. So we didn't go to many parties and I don't think they ever entered a hotel except to allow us kids to use a toilet. It was a last resort to them.
I had no idea that there were violent men in the world. We knew of one man who hit his wife but he was the town drunk. He also hit his kids when in his cups. But he was unusual to us kids. A figure to be feared and reviled. We felt so sorry for his wife and kids.
We heard they all used to hide when he came home, drunk, roaring and shouting his way up the hill.
My Father had a brutal bully of a Father and made a vow one day , at the tender age of just 13, that when he had kids he would never hit them. And he kept to that promise all his life.
At 13 at his pious Scottish fathers table he had said a swear word. He said he was " testing the waters " , he was backhanded across the room. Lip bleeding he made the vow.
His Father a big man. He was supposed to have lifted a car off a trapped man once, such was his strength.
But years after not seeing my Father he greeted him at the door, ( Dad with my 16 year old Sister in tow) with an abrupt,
" What are YOU doing here "
That was the last visit my father had with his Dad and all the rest of us kids never met him. Neither did we want to.
