ZOUNDS! It’s Billy Shakespeare’s birthday, and we all know how much our fair captain loves him some Shakespeare. Here he is, elucidating on the letter B. Thanks to friend of the blog Britt for the heads up.
I know I already have this, but look it is slightly different that before I mean Ok I just adore it
“Our house was small, and when you grow up with domestic violence in a confined space you learn to gauge, very precisely, the temperature of situations. I knew exactly when the shouting was done and a hand was about to be raised – I also knew exactly when to insert a small body between the fist and her face, a skill no child should ever have to learn. Curiously, I never felt fear for myself and he never struck me, an odd moral imposition that would not allow him to strike a child. The situation was barely tolerable: I witnessed terrible things, which I knew were wrong, but there was nowhere to go for help. Worse, there were those who condoned the abuse. I heard police or ambulancemen, standing in our house, say, “She must have provoked him,” or, “Mrs Stewart, it takes two to make a fight.” They had no idea. The truth is my mother did nothing to deserve the violence she endured. She did not provoke my father, and even if she had, violence is an unacceptable way of dealing with conflict. Violence is a choice a man makes and he alone is responsible for it.”
#Sir Patrick Stewart #perfect human being
Patrick Stewart is such a wonderful human being. Sometimes I think of him as more my father than my own father. A lot of Star Trek and an awful father. Sometimes when I’m really depressed or my dad is being an ass I imagine what my life would’ve been like if I had a man like him for a father. No child should have to endure living in a home that abuse is tolerated, whether physical or emotional. I was like that with my mom. But instead of my dad hitting me he just berated me. I have terrible self esteem issues, but I’d rather protect my mother.