The night the Boogiemen came

boogie man

Where I live getting robbed isn’t a big deal, not really.

It only counts if someone gets raped or killed in the process, otherwise it’s just another day in the city of gold.

I have armed response, two dogs, a wall and bars on every window.

That’s normal here too.

In Manchester, which is apparently the UK’s home invasion capital, 1 in 1 000 people experience a burglary. Every one of them makes it into the newspaper.

In South Africa a woman is 4% more likely to be raped than to be able to read and write her own name. Look online and you’ll see article after article about how crime rates are falling to acceptable levels. How is that acceptable?

It’s not a big deal.

My house was broken into.

Some stuff was stolen.

It’s just stuff.

We’re all okay and we have insurance – so, it’s all good.

Only it isn’t. All good.

My kids are terrified.

The fact that “bad men” watched them sleep has given life to a monster far scarier than the Boogie Man. Mommy can kill the Boogie Man, but she can’t stop the “bad men”.

Next time we might not be so lucky.

Next time they might not let us sleep.

The policemen who came told us that if someone wants to get in, nothing will keep them out. All we can hope to do is slow them down long enough for armed response to arrive.

Armed response took 12 minutes.

A lot can happen in 12 minutes.

I am very grateful to the men and women from the South African Police who came out to my house, took fingerprints, even though we all know it won’t make any difference, and spent an hour helping us upgrade our security.

Most of all I am grateful to the lady who called us the following day to offer counseling services to my children.

Thank you for realizing that just because something happens all the time doesn’t make it normal.

My husband said, “Its our fault. We become too relaxed.”

No, it is not our fault.

Yes, for the last little while we became less scared and starting living like normal people, having a glass of wine before bed sitting outside and watching the stars.

I hate that they stole that simple pleasure from me, it’s something insurance can’t get back.

That simple feeling of being safe in your own home.

My father-in-law spent the war in Dachau and what he said made me step back and evaluate what my life has become.

He said, “The way I am living now? It is worse than it was when the Nazis came.”

I am sick and tired of pretending that is all okay.

It is not f@$cking okay.

It is miles and miles away from okay.

 

https://furrynuff.wordpress.com/2013/03/17/the-bullet-in-the-chamber/

 

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12 thoughts on “The night the Boogiemen came

  1. How are you? Hopefully still outraged. It’s good for one. Any ideas how to stop this nonsense? I have a theory that the police have become so ineffective because the top cops are all still white, or were some years ago when I had the misfortune of dealing with them and they’ve silently condoned, or allowed ordinary policing to deteriorate to the extent that it’s out of control.

  2. So sorry this happened to you and I understand where you’re coming from. Crime in Jordan has always been a non-issue; you never used to hear of people getting robbed or their houses broken into. But in the last year or so it’s become so common and it’s amazing how quickly everyone’s become desensitized to the issue! Almost everyone has a story related to a mugging of sorts and they’re totally OK with commenting at how the cops can’t do anything to stop it. It’s a shame.

    • You are right, what makes me so upset is how okay we are about it. Perhaps if we didn’t just accept it our society would start to take it more seriously. I know we become inured to it more out of a need to preserve our sanity than anything else.

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