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In regards to this video where the little girl tries to explain that her mother tied her arms up and hung her in a closet. The mother said it was from rubber bands, but the girl has marks on her ankle and stomach too.

 https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=1597706017118996 

This little girl is most likely living with an abusive mother and her mothers boyfriend. The person that posted this has a brother who is the little girls father which is why he is able to see her still after these videos have been blown up. You can go on her page and see more videos and other posts about the girl. After this blowing up you can’t imagine what this little girl is going through!

I don’t want to miss you

By Bernice Olivas


“But I don’t want to miss my Mommy,” My son Gareth says. He just turned eight this year. His eyes are wide and his mini Mohawk has begun to grow out. He looked like such a big boy when he got the Mohawk, he doesn’t look like a big boy anymore. He looks like a baby. He is crying and grasping my fingers. “No Idaho, please. Want mommy.”

“I’m sorry baby, but we are all done with Nebraska. It is time to go home to Idaho. I wish I could go with you but I have to stay here. Mommy will see you in June. Mommy loves you so much.”

“But it doesn’t make any sense!” He is angry now and I can’t breathe because if I breathe I’ll cry, and I can’t cry. I can’t cry. “No baby, it doesn’t.” I hold him tight one last time and then his father takes him from me. Our eyes meet and he reaches out to me with this other hand, we brush fingertips but do not hold on. We can’t hold on now, not if we’re going to do this thing,

They leave. I still don’t cry, not when they pull out of the drive, not when I can’t see them anymore, not as I tick off the miles in my head. I clean and pack and make plans and in my head I am keeping time. They are an hour away, three hours, and then six hours. It is February 18th, coincidently the day before I turn 32, and I am keeping time in my head until my children cross the state line. Once they are out of Nebraska I can feel safe. When they are somewhere in Wyoming I sit on the bathroom floor, lights off, and in a time honored tradition of women and mothers everywhere I shove a towel into my face and wail. I let it catch the tears and the keening noise I am making, because even alone I cannot unlearn that this kind pain should remain hidden.


What I don’t tell my sons and what they must never know is this


You are not safe in Nebraska my beautiful, autistic boys. Your autism baffles teachers, disturbs neighbors—your autism is too noisy, too messy, and often too naked. The way you flap and spin, the way you react to too much or too little sensory stimulus and your unrestrained, unexpected laughter are read as “unacceptable behaviors” here. Our CPS case manager does not speak body. She cannot hear I love you in a gentle head-butt, or decipher what you really mean when you repeat back commercials or movie scripts. She doesn’t understand and she thinks that your “behavior” is an indication of my neglect or abuse. She thinks that because I don’t make you wear socks with your shoes, not even on snow days, that I am neglecting you. She will not hear me when I try to explain that socks makes you itch and ache and fret and want to be free of the weight on your skin. All she sees is you misbehaving, getting undressed, not speaking when spoken to. That, my beautiful son, is not OKAY here. You are not okay here. So I must send you somewhere safe. Somewhere you will be okay.

It is so not-okay that total strangers accused us of neglect when they saw you get undressed at the park and when they see you undressed on our balcony. It’s so not-okay, that people at your school accuse us of neglect for not forcing you to wear socks even though they have witnessed the way socks make you scream, scream, scream and make you tear them off or scrabble madly at your shoes until you hyperventilate and curl into a baby ball and keen. It is so not-okay that our case manager, even though she herself has admitted that there is no evidence that we are bad parents, bad people, has said, “You need to take our help because if these behaviors do not stop your kids will end up in the system.”

And what she meant, my sons, is that I need to allow them to send an analyst to our home and your school to observe you, to find the problems with you, and then create a program to “fix you”. The state wants to teach you to comply. They will give you a treat (a reinforcer) when you are good and physically walk you through the motions of obedience when you say no. Your right to say “NO” will be trained out of you. It does not occur to them how naked and vulnerable a person is without their “NO”. Wars have been fought for the right to say “NO”. But I am supposed to give yours away, let them train it out of you for the sake of my convenience, for the sake of “good days” at school, and so that complete strangers are not made uncomfortable by your “strangeness”. NO! No! No! You are both wonderful just the way you are. But if we do not comply “voluntarily”, if I refuse their help we will be relabeled as “at risk” and I will no longer have the right to refuse their help. The threat is clear, what she meant was, if we didn’t comply she would take you away from us.

It is also not okay that we are poor and that your father is the stay at home parent. Our case manager keeps calling your daddy “unemployed” and says to me that he is the problem. He is too aggressive, to over protective, his attitude is too negative. Daddy calls her out for talking down to you. Daddy steps between you and her when she ignores your boundaries. Daddy scares her. She says he needs to go back to work. If he does the state will pay for daycare. When I push back, ask her to consider the fact that she might be overstepping some lines, she says that “everything happens for a reason” we should be more open to learning from her and the situation. She is in her early twenties, we are her second or third case and by her own admission she’s “never worked with an autistic family” and “doesn’t know anything about autism” but she assures us that she’ll “Google” it. In Nebraska your life is in the hands of a person who has spent less than three hours in your company, who has no training in autism. In Nebraska, the case managers, the anonymous callers, the school social workers are all considered the experts and the parents are treated like the enemy if we don’t comply.

So if I don’t let you go, right now, with no explanation, without saying goodbye to your friends and your teachers I could lose you. I could lose you to a system that sees you as a broken unit to be fixed or replaced, a system with a vile history of taking children out of their homes and losing them, as if they were mittens, or pen caps, or old receipts, or rubber bands.

I can’t tell you any of this because I cannot stomach the thought that you might hear, your fault, this is your fault. I know I will answer to this later when you are almost-men and you call me to account for my mistakes, as all children do. I hope you understand. I hope you don’t see my sending you away as cowardice. I hope you don’t see my staying behind to finish my PhD as abandonment. I hope you understand why all I can say is, “I don’t want to miss Gareth and Osiris either, but we are all done with Nebraska, it’s time to go home to Idaho.”


At some point after they are gone I fall asleep in the couch, clutching their comforter. The next day I go school. I am a Doctoral student at UNL, a member of the English department. I teach college students and work in the writing center. I hold a Master’s degree. According to the 2012 U.S. census just over 10.3% of the population holds a comparable degree. Only 4.1% percent of Latinos hold the same degree. Those numbers get smaller as my gender and Native heritage are taken into account. I am first in my family, on either side, to obtain a college degree, the first to obtain the Masters, the first to be accepted into a doctoral program. My Master’s Thesis was on the subject of Autism. One of the guiding Professors in my research was an expert in the area of Severe Disabilities and Autism Spectrum Disorders at the Barkley Memorial Center, University of Nebraska. My education does not protect my children. A case manager in Nebraska is required to hold a B.A but not required to specialize in social work, family services, or education. No one I interact with in child protection services specializes in Severe Disabilities or Autism Spectrum Disorders or special education. That day I teach, I run office hours, and I smile. I come home to an empty house and wonder again how all of this happened, and why.


You can read Bernice’s complete essay as a PDF here: I Don’t Want to Miss You – Bernice Olivas

Former United States Senator from Georgia, Nancy Schaefer, released a report in 2007 entitled “The Corrupt Business of Child Protective Services.” This report highlights the downfall of Child Protective services nationwide and calls for immediate change. Five years later, these atrocities are still being committed. For the full report, please go to: http://www.parentalrights.org/index.asp?SEC=%7B5433EE7C-6775-4D17-A2A1-CE4686AE1697%7D

To help put a stop to this abuse of power in South Dakota, specifically for the Lakota children, please become a member at: http://lakotalaw.org/donate-new

"My dad tried to obtain custody of my little bro & I when we were kids and we constantly had CPS visit us, despite the fact that we were happy with our mom and nothing was wrong with our living conditions. I remember seeing Lilo & Stitch and I recognized Cobra Bubbles as a threat, the enemy. Although now I see that he was just doing his job, I saw him as a threat because I saw the same thing that these people were ordered to do, inspect and take us away from what we loved."

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm not sure this is the right place to ask but you seem to know about it, my question is who/what is Christian Pure Spy? I see him a lot


(Image by mit-332)

Christian Pure Spy was a fan character created by Korean artist mit-332, depicting a Spy wearing all white, no tie. The concept behind CPS was what would happen - if I read it correctly - if the RED Spy that follows KelThuzedMadness/Kekas Van Normundy’s Christian Brutal Sniper around would die and be resurrected from the dead. 


(Images by johnny217 and pybun)

Interestingly enough, Christian Pure Spy being implied to be the RED Spy is something often left out in fan interpretations in this pristine white Spy. Further interpretations from roleplayers as well as many artists have also lead to the “Christian” within Christian Pure Spy to be interpreted in a religious context, despite how mit-332 stays faithful to how the Christian aspect of Christian Brutal Sniper was never really meant to be religiously tied in. 

(Image by silsol)

Aside from being created in mind as a close friend, love interest or shiptease, the appeal for Christian Pure Spy - especially put next to Christian Brutal Sniper and considering his Origins backstory - was that CPS was the antithesis to CBS: pacifist, peaceful, and positive. And for a guy like that to hang around a crazy cannibalism-implied psychopath like Christian Brutal Sniper - that was the biggest appeal. It was Heaven and Hell, it was an Angel and a Demon, it was Day and Night, it was Water and Blood. This was easy to get mixed in with the religious interpretations of CPS from artists and roleplayers.


(Image by FlamingHammers1997) 

This is why very often, Christian Pure Spy was seen with Christian Brutal Sniper - not too often was he seen as a rival, but there were quite a few that liked to interpret Christian Pure Spy as a rival instead because of just how different he is. This came around when Pybun released a Christian Pure Spy skin for BLU Spy for TF2 a good while back and somebody got their hands on it and hexed it, and the Freak Fortress fans started raising protests against CBS having a love interest, arguing CBS’ character was far too heartless and careless about humanity to deal or get the attention of somebody like CPS.

There was also some controversy about the religious interpretations of CPS interfering with how we were never supposed to figure out whether or not the “Christian” in Christian Brutal Sniper was religious or not (it was implied he was but no explanation was ever given up until Origins, in which one could say Brutal Sniper is Christian because of his resurrection). This, combined with such a peaceful, pacifist personality as well as him being “sidekick material”, might be why CPS never really broke through into the Freak Fortress world when Gentlespy and RED Spy were already there.

(Image by uberchain)


(Image from blukoala, cosplayer is OrphanHooligan)

Christian Pure Spy not breaking through into the GMod/Freak Fortress scene was not something that deterred any of the artists who really liked him, however. Fanart continued being made from drawing artists, Gmodders, and even the Source Filmmaker folks jumping in on the fun. Fanfic and roleplays continued onwards, and it even got to a point where there was cosplay of Christian Pure Spy!


(Image by witchyAZ09)

Eventually, this religious interpretation was enough to have Christian Pure Spy debut in a Gmod Freak Fortress series, known as DW vs TK vs CBS. A collab by Lemurfot (famous for their freak, Team Killer, as well as their slasher horror-movie grunge stop motion storytelling) and witchyAZ09, the series takes Christian Brutal Sniper and Christian Pure Spy, partners them up with the antitheses in mind (leading to implications of head-clashing going on behind the scenes) and re-imagines the original concepts for the sake of their story: CBS is a maniacal, unsympathetic strong murderer who loves the heat of battle and is not afraid to challenge somebody who is supposed to be Satan’s daughter, while CPS is depicted as a stoic but pacifist priest with some interesting powers of his own, Lord-given to him in case he has to resort to violence, that he’s able to SUPPRESS the rage of Satan’s daughter at one point with the power of Christ. 

To sum it up, I’d say that at this point, the popular interpretation of Christian Pure Spy that a lot of people like to use might not be entirely mit-332’s original concept of a pure white lover who was resurrected the same way as somebody who was a dear friend. Hell, not everybody’s interpretation of CPS is the same as this dude’s interpretation of CPS, or this chick’s interpretation of CPS. Even his clothes change every now and then: is it just a white shirt? A white tie too? Is it a white cassock with or without a gold cross? How about the full-on priest cassock? Hard to say, it seems to differ from artist to artist.


(Image by pybun)

However, there’s a couple of things that remain the same for the interpretations: that pristine white coat and that sweet, doting personality so very contrasting to the insanity and bloodthirst of Christian Brutal Sniper’s. And whether it be as a friend, a lover, a partner, a friend, a rival or an enemy - and whether or not we figure out why on Earth CBS in the first place is Christian and whether or not CPS should actually be Christian either - that’s a lot of Christian Pure Spy’s appeal in contrast to Christian Brutal Sniper’s:


(Image by uberchain)

Heaven standing right next to Hell.

Soul! soul! for an apple or two!
If you’ve got no apples, pears will do
Up with your kettle, and down with your pan
Give me a good big one, and I’ll be gone

The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven’t got a penny, a halve penny will do
If you haven’t got a halve penny, then God bless you!

"Just for future reference next time y’bloody drag me into this…I REALLY don’t like raisins. Or currants. None of that dry fruits. But, thanks."

Program offers 10,000 students chance to see ‘Selma’ for free

Up to 10,000 Chicago high school students have the opportunity to see the film “Selma” free at one of nine theaters in the area.

The initiative, organized by the nonprofit After School Matters, kicks off this weekend just before Martin Luther King Jr. Day on Monday. After School Matters provides out-of-school programming for students throughout Chicago with a focus on preparing them for life after graduation