Citizens for Family Preservation
Food for thought: Abuse or Justice? A look at
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“I understand your home is one
room, smaller than 500 feet, has no window coverings, and made of miscellaneous
wood pieces and straw,” the worker accused. “Not only that, there
is no running water.”
“Yes, isn’t it nice? We are very
happy here with the river so close,” stated the husband with a toothless smile.
The children nodded with grins ear to ear.
“Well! What do they eat,” demanded
the worker.
“Whatever we can catch or kill
that day,” stated the husband. “We
rarely go hungry because the food is very plentiful here.”
The grandparents nodded in agreement.
“Who are you?” demanded the
worker. “Do you live here and have you
had a background check?”
“Why, no,” exclaimed the
grandparents. “Why would we need that? We are the grandparents.”
“Do you all sleep in the same
room?” She asked horrified.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t we?” The parents and
grandparents gave each other side glances wondering what her problem was. This
woman clearly had issues.
“I’m sorry, but I am going to have
to take the children and put them in foster care. This is an emergent situation and requires
immediate removal.”
The father ran out the door and
speaking in his native tongue, ordered the village men to come take the woman
captive. Tribesman from all over the village ran to his aid, grabbed the woman
and asked what to do with the distraught worker.
“Take her to the barbeque pit and
roast her that all may partake of the evening meal,” he yelled to the
tribesmen. “This woman offends my family and our village, threatening to take
our children away.”
(fictitious)