If he were allowed contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them
is lies. The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred,
and self-righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate.
George Orwell, 1984
I COULDN’T MOVE. Curled up paralysed at the bottom of the stairs I just wanted the screams to stop. My brother couldn’t stop his cries and my dad wouldn’t stop hitting him with the belt. I shrank as small as I could and did nothing. I can still hear my brother’s screams, even now. To my eternal shame, I was so glad it wasn’t me.
It was probably a weekend because we never saw Dad much during the week. There was always a pattern to these things, an escalation, for not doing as... Read more
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