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Victim of Misblame: A Tale of Innocence Trampled by Accusations
Victim of Misblame: A Tale of Innocence Trampled by Accusations
Ive been blamed so many times even if I had nothing to do with the mistake. Its like someone is squeezing your neck. People always blame me: even my very own parents. I swear, because of all the times that Ive been blamed, now even when some people blame me, I stop trying to defend myself. Cuz whats the point? In the end, you still get blamed.
The people in our society are nothing but bitchy snakes. Women, men, and kids. They all are. And then after they blame you, they expect you to go kiss their feet. People twist words. And I have no more energy for fights. Just take the example a few years ago when I was like in my last year at school. I used to go to a very big school, and there were like 6 classes so I used to be in class C. Then the school got a letter from the ministry to change peoples classes depending on the name and because my name is at the end of the alphabet, they put me in class F.
When I got home, my mom was angry at me as if I had told the ministry to put me in that class. All those years later, she still blames me. The way that people can blame anyone baffles me.
The world can be a harsh place, especially when youve been a victim of wrongful blame.
The Incident with Paul, Dana, and Lenny
Many times! The earliest memory of such happened when I was 4 or 5. Our next-door neighbors had a little boy my age. His name was Paul. We were friends, and I played at his house, and he at mine often. Paul had a little sister named Dana, at least a year younger. The house on the other side had a grouchy old woman living there who scared me, and her grandson Lenny visited her a lot. Lenny was also around my age and was another playmate.
One day, Lenny was over at my house, and he got into an argument with Paul, who was in his yard. For the life of me, I cant remember what it was about, but soon, I was in on the yelling too. It devolved into spitting at each other, but from a distance, far enough that no one was getting hit yet.
Some time later, I was back home playing alone in the edge of the front yard by the ditch. Lenny had left quite a while ago. I was just minding my business when I looked and saw Pauls mother walking briskly down the street toward our house. She looked mad. I said hi but she just glared at me. I must have asked what was wrong because I distinctly remember her saying, "You know what you did!" And I also remember the fear that clawed at my stomach as my mind frantically raced trying to figure out what I could have done.
She stormed past me down our driveway and onto the front porch and rang the doorbell. My mother answered, my father behind her, and I stood nearby. “Dana came in with spit all over her face, and I want to tell you…” was all I heard before my father grabbed me by an arm, whooped my butt hard, and threw me in my room.
I remember crying and being scared and confused and not understanding anything that was going on. Thats because not only had I not been the one to spit on Dana, I hadnt even been there when it happened so I dont even know who did. I hadnt spat on anyone. I figure that when Dana came in, questions started flying, and I was a convenient scapegoat for someone who didnt want to get in trouble themselves.
It took years, but I finally convinced my mom of my innocence. And she finally told me the rest of what Paul and Danas angry mother said to her on our front porch. She told her something along the lines of that she and my dad were horrible parents and that I was a little monster. Maybe not those exact words, but close. I never had the chance to set the record straight because I was never allowed back over there and they moved away shortly after. And I have to wonder if that woman ever thought again of the horrid toddler demon girl who lived next door and used to be friends with her son.
The Impact on Society and Injustice
The incident with Paul, Dana, and Lenny reflects the deep-seated societal injustices and the tendency to misplace blame. People in our society are those who twist words and blame others for the sake of self-preservation. They expect the fenced to lick their feet without a fight, even in the face of no wrongdoing.
Misblame, a form of victimization, is a prevalent issue. Those who dont stand up for themselves become easy targets for those looking to avoid accountability. The impact of such incidents on an individuals psyche and self-esteem cannot be understated.
Conclusion
Living in a world where accusations are as common as morning news updates can be disheartening. However, it is crucial to identify and address the root causes of such misplace blame. The next time someone tries to pin blame on you, remember that you are not a scapegoat. Stand your ground, and set the record straight, if possible. The more aware we are of these issues, the more we can work towards a more just and equitable society.
Innocence is often the first casualty of misunderstanding and malice. Stand your ground and stand true to your integrity.