The brown paint smeared on my and my son's jeans as they hung on the line, was the last straw. She moved in over a week ago and so far, we've heard her screaming orgasms, blasting her music all night and she stole my lawn chair. I didn't call the police until the paint on the jeans incident.

I hate to call the police. It really ruins my day.

Conspiracy, revenge and opression are common here. It is a continuous way of life. If you have self esteem then you are really asking for it. If you refuse to go along with the gutter politics...if you dare to think above opression...if you say "no" to incest or pedophilia, you are asking for it. I've suffered alot.

Through the suffering and all the really bad times a funny thing has happened to my feminist philosophy. Because I am not really into revenge, I prefer ignoring the assinine. That's right. No heroics for women from this woman.

They play a game here. It is so tragically funny and at the same time, very dangerous.

It's also obvious, and frankly, white trash ugly. I won't be going along with it and my children won't either.

My oldest daughter was ganged up on for the longest time. For something I said. My oldest son was too. A certain teacher docked his grade for something I said. My second oldest daughter was nearly caused to go deaf. For something I said. I had begged the doctor for a referral. He assured me another round of another anti-biotic would cure her. He looked at me, smiling when he told me that she might have serious hearing loss. Thanks to another doctor locally, her hearing was saved and she will finish her first year of college this year.

My youngest children are going to need me for a long time. And I am going to be there for them. There are people who don't want to see that happen. They don't want my children to listen to what I have to say. These village people have decided that they know what "class" is and that they will teach my children how to act. How to be. The village people have decided that they know what art is. They have decided that I don't know anything at all.

Like how to raise really bright people.

I know alot about revenge. I know alot about what it is like to have no rights at all. And I know what the politics of incest did it to me. I'm not even incestuous.

Revenge and opression. Nobody's better than anybody else. Everybody's the same. Nobody can do anything unless it is approved.

By whom?

It is a violation of constitutional rights and it is a violation of Personal Autonomy.

Learn more about this author, Gina Barr.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.

---

Add your voice

Know something about Essays: Revenge?
We want to hear your view. Write now!