Based on a true story! A man who believes he is right in everything raises his family in filty, squalor and severe mind numbing control. His children, wife and extended family members don't like what he does. But does anybody stand up to him. One does. See what she has to say in her "Letter to My Brother"!
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This is a letter directly from the eldest sister to the youngest brother in the family about a serious family matter. Some family matters should not be “aired” but sometimes it just seems appropriate that someone know about the situation. Many times this situation was brought to the attention of authorities but it was a moot point.
Thus the letter begins: “It is finally with great courage that I open my heart and lay to paper what needs to be said. Everyone has been afraid of you and your repercussions for years. If I can choose a better life for my son over my own happiness then I too have the courage and the never to stand up to you and anyone else in the family who hides in the closet and allows you to become a martyr in your own sick world. I no longer will sit back and shut my mouth. If no one does anything once again about this matter…then so be it.”
And life goes on…
The beginning of the letter:
It is finally with great courage that I open my heart and lay to paper what needs to be said.
Everyone has been afraid of you and your repercussions for years.
If I can choose a better life for my son over my own happiness then I too have the courage and the nerve to stand up to you and anyone else in the family who hides in the closet and allows you to become a martyr in your own sick world.
I no longer will sit back and shut my mouth. If no one does anything once again about this matter…then so be it. If they do…then thank God.
They usually wouldn’t because no one would testify out of fear of you. Everyone usually backed you. No one jumped on the band wagon when DHS was called although in your mind you have believed that everyone did or “I did not help”.
Note that when you have received a copy of this everyone else has already had a copy and been working on it. There will be no warnings from DHS (like a few times before) that they are coming for an inspection. As far as I am concerned the person who called you to tell you that time they were coming should have been fired.
I’d life for you to be charged with child abuse and neglect. I’d like you to be charged with animal cruelty as well. I am being up front with you because I will no longer be scared of you or opening my mouth.
The reason for these charges will be laid out in the saga as I write it out as I go. The timeline will not be in the order they happened. They will be as I recall the instances, and will also have personal commentaries that I have not dated speak out loud to you for fear of being shot.
Over the years your behaviors towards your children and your very own wife have been atrocious and outrageous.
Some of your wife’s own behaviors need looking at but I believe in time and in the best interest of the children without you there, she will get the proper guidance and help necessary to make them happy children. You will not and have said you will not.
I will recite only things that the children have told me themselves. Not rumors from others. Things you and your wife have told me. Things I have seen with my own eyes. You, of course, know, I do not believe in rumors. Rumors will not stand up in court as well. They are ‘hearsay’.
You complain that the neighbor’s septic systems stink up your property. Yet you have a water closet in a chlid’s bedroom that has a bucket under a toilet seat. Where do you empty it? In your own backyard! I have seen it. The day we were wondering where your wife put ‘Al’. I had to walk around a large circle of feces, urine and toilet paper; in your backyard, just behind the trailer. No wonder you could smell sewage. And to blame it on the neighbors. For Shame!
To get to the same water closet in the child’s bedroom you had to walk on 1-2 feet of whatever was on the floor and hope not to trip. Excuse: Please excuse the mess, or don’t mind the mess. Four children in the house. Can’t keep their own rooms clean? The excuse: Its not their jobs. Their jobs are to go to school. It’s their mother’s job to clean. When? How? Did anybody teach her the proper way?
You’ve said you have gotten pissed off at the junk and mess, started bonfires. Started cleaning and just threw stuff into the fire in order to have a clean house (to which I applauded such action). If she wouldn’t clean it was up to you. Your excuse: There was hell to pay for doing it. There even was hell to pay when Madeline was paid to do it. Temper tantrums were had by mom/wife.
Speaking of temper tantrums you told me one time you spanked your wife. One time the children, you and you wife told me she threw one so bad that she got on the floor and beat her head against it. How many examples like that have you two set for the children?
Speaking of spankings; many times you have told me to take my child to the woodshed. Didn’t we get enough of that from mom. Maybe you didn’t get as many as times changed as you came of age and me and sis got out of the house. Surely your saw enough tight fistedness of us to know what abuse is. I broke the abuser cycle, you nee to or your kids will carry it on. Your kids fear you. They don’t respect you. You children would not tell DHS anything because they were afraid of being put back in the home with you and you being told what they said and being beaten half to death.
Donald told my son that you were molesting Madeline. I told my son they were words of jealousy because she’s an only girl and gets treated differently.
Donald told my son that the younger boys were being fed great breakfasts because they got up when daddy went to work at 4:30 in the a.m. so mom cooked for all of them. He and Madeline got no breakfasts because they slept in. My son told this to a mandatory reporter. Donald also told my son that at those times he’d grab a package of instant oats and eat them with his fingers because of no water in the house and no milk. He didn’t know what Madeline did. He tried to save his sweets in his room for these times but when someone for the ‘munchies’ (from smoking pot) they’d raid his stash. Yes he knows what ‘munchies’ are and what they are from. I lied to a mandatory reporter so that she would not file a report. To save DHS from coming in. I even discussed it with mom in case the call was made. Then I told mom how I covered it so she knew DHS wouldn’t be coming.
One of your son’s friends has a BS-1 (case worker) just like Will had that you allowed your son to do things with. Guess what? SURPRISE! He’s a mandatory reporter too! Anything he heard from your son say he’d have to report, if he didn’t he’d be fired. But you wouldn’t allow Will’s BS-1 to take Will and Donald anywhere fun.
Your son spoke to me frankly one day because I got tired of hearing that he was hungry all the time. He loved coming to my house on weekend. ‘At least there was food, a bath and heat’ was what he said. My son begged me to let him come every weekend. I asked Donald, if you had a choice of a nice house and food, heat and a bath or the land which would you choose? He said a nice house. So wouldn’t Madeline. They had talked about it. It wasn’t fair for his younger brothers to be raised like they had.
Wintertimes, sometimes even summertimes, you would ask for care packages from mom, me and gramp. Other times, I just brought stuff with no thoughts of strings or favors attached. When I asked you to do my oil change, you said I need one buy my stuff and I’ll do them both. I did; no complaints. Thought it was a fair proposition.
You showed me a big bag of pot seeds one day. I was shocked. You said good old boys needed you to see the islands while peri-wrinkling to throw off the cops. I told you I thought it was a great risk for a man with a big family. You said pushaw! No big deal. One hand washes the other type of deal. Did they help you with DHS or are they too no longer allowed on the property?
You had no running water. Using a hole in a stream for refrigeration. I froze water in jugs to help you have ice and drinking water during the summer. You said I was the only one that would think of that for you. DHS never knew that. DHS never knew you went without power and used a truck battery to operate your TV and VCR in your room.
DHS never knew that the kids bathed from a big vat of water on the stove all winter. DHS never knew all clothing came from the ‘Too Good to Toss’ or family members.
No one ever knew that at Christmas time you rented a computer from Rent-to-Own for the children and then had to take it back. How cruel! What a mind game to play on all four children.
No one knows about your hidden canisters on the land with the guns in them. In case of what? World take over? Someone invades your world? What paranoia.
No one knows of you and your buddies having a place with stored items in it. In case of what? World take over? Saddam attacks Maine? Too late, Saddam’s already been caught!
Your large animals that died? They had huge carcasses, did you actually take the time to dig large holes to bury them? You didn’t the dog you shot. I found him! Remember? 2 Llamas require large holes, so don’t 2 or 3 sheep and a couple of goats. If you have a hard time feeding your family, how could you feed them? I suggested they starved. They did not die of natural causes. How many dogs have “been hit by cars” at your house? Really? Been hit by cars? What about the 2 camel carcasses? How much floor can you see throughout your house?