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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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960908
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Sunday, September 08, 1996
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METRO FINAL
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1996, Detroit Free Press
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SINS OF THE PARENTS, TEARS OF THE CHILDREN
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The little girl died of starvation. She was 4 years old. Her mother didn't
like the way she looked -- said her face reminded her too much of her father
-- so she didn't feed her. The child withered  to skin and bones. When the
cops found her dead body, they also found six other living children, who slept
together on one mattress in the rat-infested New York City apartment. The
32-year-old mother,  now facing murder charges, was pregnant again.

  In northern California, a woman was arrested after allegedly giving birth,
then placing the newborn in a plastic trash bag and burying the bag in a  hole
in ground. Her reason -- she later told police -- was that she feared her
boyfriend would be upset about the child, since he was not the father. She had
three other children, none of whom lived  with her; they already had been
taken away because of child-neglect charges.

  In Nashville, Tenn., a 6-year-old boy was killed when his father allegedly
beat him to death for "running in and out of the door" of their trailer home.
When the police came, the boy's body was laid out on the hood of a car. The
man, now facing first-degree murder charges, has three other children.
  In Virginia, a  12-year-old girl was found beaten to death, after being
chained like an animal and fed scraps like a dog. When she died, she weighed
51 pounds, and had too little flesh on her bones for rigor mortis  to set in,
so she hung limp as a rag until the police found her. Cause of death: her head
was rammed through a wall. The man who did it: her mother's boyfriend, who
along with the mother is facing first-degree murder charges. The woman had
three other kids.
  In the end, someone said, the world we leave behind is the one we teach our
children to run.
  Forgive me if I worry about the future. 
 Terrifying  facts
  In Los Angeles, just a few months ago, a woman was arrested for leaving
her three young children covered in urine and feces. There was no food in the
refrigerator and the kids were suffering  from head lice. The woman, only 25,
was pregnant again.
  In Spokane, Wash., an intoxicated mother fell asleep on the couch, rolled
on top of her 3-month-old daughter, and suffocated her. "I guess  I picked a
bad night to get drunk," the woman said.
  She had two other children, both under 7 years old.
  What are we becoming? Every day we read some horrific story about parents
abusing children,  using them for sex objects, filming them beating one
another, trading them for drugs. It's like a bad Movie of the Week, but it's
week after week, month after month, in Detroit, Chicago, New York, LA,
Nashville, Houston, Wisconsin, anywhere and everywhere.
  And I don't know which is more terrifying, the nature of these crimes, or
the fact that the mothers and fathers almost inevitably have other  children
and keep having more.
  If the job of parenting is so incredibly intolerable, then why do these
people dig deeper and deeper? Is it stupidity? Poverty?
  Or is it a warped sense of control,  the creation of a world in which they
get to be the boss, and inflict on some weaker creature a new form of the
torture they feel was inflicted on them?
 Sad memories
  Many years ago, I took a job  at a social service agency in New York City.
I worked with 4- and 5-year-old kids. Most were delightful.
  But one angelic-faced child, named Jeffrey, always seemed nervous. He
flinched when you went  to hug him. His skin was white. He was thinner than
the others, too thin for his age.
  One day -- after a long absence -- he came in with terrible scars on his
arm. He said he "fell down the steps."  Later, when I had him alone, I held
him in my lap and asked him again. This time he said his mother got angry when
he spilled a box of cereal, and she tied his arm to the gas burner and turned
on the  flame. He said this in a deadened, innocent voice that makes me shiver
even as a write this.
  After enormous bureaucracy -- the paperwork in social services is
astounding -- we went to the home and  confronted the parents. They were
angry, and denied any such action. Jeffrey hid in the back room.
  I would like to say we solved the problem. The truth is, Jeffrey stopped
coming. We never saw him  again.
  The sins of the parents, the tears of a child. A few years ago, a mother
was sentenced to life in prison for hanging her 3-year-old son. Her lawyer's
defense? When the woman was young, she  had watched her mother hang her
daughter the same way.
  I don't know what goes on inside these terribly sick minds. But I know it
doesn't begin with them. And until we deal with the roots of such  despair, it
won't end with them, either.
  Mitch Albom's radio show, "Albom in the Afternoon," can be heard weekdays at
4-6 p.m. on WJR-AM (760).
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