The Case Around Fla, Teen Kiera Wilmot is Part of a Bigger, More Disturbing Pattern

While I’ve never been a target for discrimination by the police, I have many guy friends who have been. I think the fact that so many of these kids are a minority is definitely something to look at.

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***Important Update***As folks read the original story I penned below I wanna give a quick update..The prosecutor behind this case Assistant State Attorney Tammy Glotfelty, has charged Kiera with two felonies, yet two days later this same prosecutor did not charge a white 13 year old boy Taylor Richardson for shooting his 10 year old brother with a bb gun.. Glotfelty said it was an accident. She spent over a month examining the case. With Kiera he didnt spend as much as a day.. You can read the entire story here

Straight Student Charged wit two felonies for Science Experiment Gone Wrong

Not sure if folks have heard about this story, but its disturbing and should make all of us pause and then take some major steps to bring about change.. and I mean real change.. Here’s whats been reported in the New Times out of Florida

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A world of chaos

It’s hard to put into words what I’m feeling right now. Maybe I should avoid having a mini marathons of Law & Order SVU on my days off, but I can’t help getting sucked in. Regardless, I did watch a couple of episodes today and now here I am thinking about how messed up our world is.

Earlier I told a friend that I watch the show because for the most part there is a happy ending, and in my line of work, there aren’t usually happy endings. I am a counselor. I work specifically with survivors of Domestic and Sexual Violence, both adults and children. I have the type of job that no one wants to talk about. The kind that makes people say “Wow, how can you do that kind of work? It must be so hard.” I usually brush them off by changing the subject or telling them that it helps knowing that they’re not alone in their suffering.

What I don’t tell them is that this works makes me angry. I’m angry because there are so many who don’t accept that this is an issue. It makes me angry that there are those who choose to blame the victim for what happens to her/him. I’m angry because win or loose, the victim still suffers. Not for a couple of days, but for years.

It also makes me sad. I get sad because this world is so lost. We divide ourselves. We point fingers at everyone else but ourselves. I’m sad because society is still telling people that if someone gets raped the victim probably had it coming. I’m sad because if a woman gets beat while in her relationship, she deserved it for not leaving sooner. I’m sad because we are still justifying abuse. We are raising our children to feel like they can do no wrong. There are no values, no morals, no respect. We are just looking out for ourselves. We have become selfish, petty and have become detached to what is going on in the world around us. We refuse to do what’s right.

Regardless I am still doing this work.

Six years ago I knew there was injustice in this world. Six years ago I knew I wanted to make a difference. Then God opened a door that I never imagined would open. He placed me in a position where I could look at the chaos in this world. I have seen the face of hurt. I have seen the face of pain. I know He did not make a mistake in placing me here.

My brother tells me that I’m too much of an idealist. He says that I’m always wanting to change the world. I say no…not the world, but I do want to make a difference. Even if it’s just one person. Even if it’s just one boy who will not grow up to be an abuser. Even if it’s just one girl who will feel confident and sure of herself because she is no longer relying on what society tells her. Even if it’s just one woman who feels that she can overcome every obstacle that has been thrown in her direction. Even if it’s just one man who no longer feels like a coward because he decided not to fight back when his wife attacked him.

We are living in a world of chaos. In my opinion, if you aren’t doing anything to stop it. You are part of the problem. All you have to do is speak up. Speak up against misogynistic language. Speak up against disrespect. Speak up against hate.

The time is now.


I hear her voice

Why did this happen to me!

How could he do this?!

What am I going to do!?

I hear her scream

Not just with my ears

But my heart hears it too

And it screams along side her

This world of injustice

This place of despair

Where no one is safe

Not young nor old

She had been raped

Not once

Not twice

But three times

My heart screams

What can I tell her

How can I help

What should I do

I sit

And I listen

Wondering how

This woman has the courage to tell it all now

No longer is she hiding

No longer afraid

She chooses to move on

Taking life day by day

In the quietness of the moment

Her voice no longer screaming

My heart can still hear

The roar of her scream

Nothing can change

The hurt that she’s suffered

Nothing I do can ease the pain that she’s in

She herself is the hero

Standing against those who deny her

Her right to be free

Free from assaults

Free from her pain

She’s screaming for justice

Demanding a change

When you can do nothing but pray

Today I walked out of 2 schools feeling utterly powerless.

They were 2 totally different school in 2 totally different communities. The two girls I saw had totally different situations and circumstances. Yet in each of these cases there was a possibility that I would never see these girls again. A possibility that if these girls were to go home tonight, they could possibly die. I don’t mean in an accident, because we all face that possibility daily, but I mean literally murdered or drug overdose or something to that extent. I walked out of the school without that assurance that I will see them next week. 

I drove in silence. 

I did a lot of thinking.

I did a lot of praying.

I did a lot of hoping.

When I got to the office I talked to my colleagues and that helped, but when I got in the car to drive to church…I drove in silence.

I did a lot of thinking.

I did a lot of praying.

I did a lot of hoping.

I also realized something. What if I had not been able to go to those schools? These girls would have never heard that someone understands. They wouldn’t know that 1 more person cared about them. They wouldn’t know that there are people who are willing to help them. People who believe in them.

That’s really important because a couple of months ago there was talks of maybe not being able to go to schools because of funding and time constraints. You see the schools I visit are usually 20 minutes away from my job with no traffic. In what it takes to see 1 client at a school, I could possibly see 2 clients at my office building. Yet these girls have no transportation, no support system at home. They are literally alone. 

These of course are not the only clients we see where we have that concern. Often we see women on a weekly basis that when they walk out of our building we don’t know what’s going to happen. Many of which we never see again. 

We hope that they have had enough information to stay safe, and that they are able to overcome all the obstacles their abusers have placed over them. The only difference between the clients I see in the office and the clients I saw today was the fact that these 2 girls didn’t turn their backs on me…I turned my back on them.

Before leaving one told me “Do you really have to leave? Aren’t you supposed to help me. How are you going to do that? What should I do?” I took a deep breath and said “You’re the one who has to make the decision on what you want to do. I can only give you options and choices, and in the end its you who can decide if you want to make a change.” What  I wanted to tell her was that I would take her home with me, that I would protect her, that I would make sure that she have a normal life just like any other 16 year old. Only I couldn’t tell her that. I couldn’t do anything. I could only promise that I would be there next week. 

All in all I know that had it not been for the Women’s Center and the work we do, I would have never met these 2 incredibly brave strong young women. I know I would have never been able to give them that word of hope. Most of all I would have never been able to pray for them. 

I ask that each of you say a prayer for these two girls. God knows who they are.

I also ask that you consider donating any amount. Each dollar helps in ensuring that young ladies like these are able to access our services. You can donate any amount you wish from $5 – $50. You can follow this link to my donor page —> 

Thank you!