The memories of the childhood, birthdays, how these earliest memories, can affect us, through the, rest of, our, lives, translated…
After reading the great physician, Weng’s work, “Worms in Man”, I started remembering those interesting, childhood, moments.
Back in the sixties, sanitation was awful in this country, head lice, the roundworms inside our intestines, the pinworms, the hookworms too, there were tons of children with the infected eyes as well, during the elementary years, they would schedule the health exams for us, we’d, swallowed those, tiny white pills, to kill off these pests inside our bodies.
what the food item looked like…photo from online
My older sister came home, and announced that she had lice, my mother used that large black pair of scissors, then, swoosh, she’d, lost her hair, she’d not let me slide either, rubbed my scalp with camphor oil, then, wrapped my head up like the sultan wearing that turban, mom told us, that this was the only way that the female lice and her babies can be, killed, off. And, as one of our playmates had lice, we all get it. No wonder, that of all of my classmates, there are only the different sizes of head, that resembled the watermelon shaved, only the students who were from well-to-do families, get to grow their hair, longer.
After my sister gone to the toilets in the vegetable gardens, she’d called me over, she’d used a stick, picked out a white worm, told me, “this is a roundworm, it makes you ill and you won’t grow bigger.”, it’d looked like the earthworm I’d dug up, to feed to the roosters and hens and chickens, it’s just different in color. She’d continued, “if your butt itches at night, the teacher said it’s a pinworm, then it you have a large tummy, and you’re, thin everywhere else, then, you have the roundworms, do you understand?”, she’d taught me that lesson in parasitic worms in the vegetable garden, and I’d, nodded, like I’d, understood her.
On my fifth birthday, mom cooked a pork’s feet noodle for me, as I was dripping oil out of the corner of my mouth, my older sister became shocked, pointed at the pork’s feet, stated, that looked like the maggot of roundworms!”, that was the tendon of the pork’s feet, white, soft, and, chewy. I’d started wailing loudly, “I don’t want to eat parasite, I want to grow up and go to, school!”, and because of how my sister said what she shouldn’t have, mom dragged her out, spanked her, and punished her to stand.
what the parasite looked, like…photo from online
and both are, white-ish…
And yet, my young mind had been, damaged, and I couldn’t dare, eat any pork’s feet since. And, even as I got older, and knew, that that wasn’t what it was, but the long-shaped worm on that stick, was way too, thrilling to me still, and, I still, can’t just, dig in, as a plate of, soft, cooked-to-perfect, pork’s feet was, served at the tables.
Yep, that, is how those childhood moments, define the rest of our, lives for sure! And, maybe your older sister had the alternative motive of getting you to leave your birthday dish behind, so she could eat it instead, who knows, but, it did the “trick”, didn’t it? And, not only was this incident enough to make you fear the pork’s feet at that moment in time, it’d, stopped you from being able to, enjoyed the cooked item, which actually, benefits your bones and tendons.
Despite how the ANTI-HARASSMENT law had been signed into effect, it still doesn’t do SHIT in deterring these bad behaviors, nor prevent these things from recurring in the society, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
A man, Huang, started dating a single mother, the woman wanted to break up, Huang didn’t, he’d waited until she was asleep, and secretly recorded her personal data, her schedule, the photos she’d saved, as well as the conversation records on her cell p hone, to know where she is, and texted “we’re going to die together” as threats; Huang claimed that it was only him, venting, showing how he “will NEVER break up with her”, the courts found him guilty on obstructions in computer usage, and the anti-stalking laws, gave him fifty-five day prison term.
Based off of understanding, both Huang and the woman are in their fifties, they were dating, but didn’t cohabit; in January of last year, the woman wanted to break up, Huang was strongly opposed to it, they’d stayed, connected; in May of last year, the two went to a motel, when the woman was asleep, Huang took the advantage of the time, keyed in her cell phone passwords to gain access to what she’d saved on her phone, the photos, the footages, as well as the clips of the conversation records, her work schedule, along with other personal information, and sent it to his own phone.
As Huang got a hold of the woman’s schedules, he’d tagged along the back of her car with his car, gone to her workplace, to know who she was interacting with, and went to the door of her office and called aloud, “I don’t want to break up!”; and he’d also texted her repeatedly, “let’s die together, why don’t we?”, “I’ll buy some pesticides and come find you”, “don’t give me a chance, why don’t you kill me instead”, etc., etc., etc., and it’d impacted the woman too hard, she’d gone to see a psychiatrist for it.
Afterwards, the woman couldn’t withstand Huang’s harassments and threats any longer, she’d told her daughter, then reported it to the police, the police called Huang to interview him, he’d admitted to the threatening messages he’d sent, and all the behaviors, claimed that he only wanted the woman to take him back, that he was only expressing how he “will NEVER break up no matter what”.
The Taichung District Courts considered, that Huang admitted to what he’d done, but already caused the victim to fear, to become suicidal, that he’d broken the laws, plus the woman refused to forgive him in trial, nor settle the matter, sentenced him to fifty-five days in jail, he can pay a total of $55,000N.T. and not serve any time on using technology to harass and invasion of privacy, this can still be appealed.
And this is still too lenient, I mean, because of this LOSER’s tendencies and priors (he HAD, harassed the woman, threatened to kill her then commit suicide!), despite how she’d told him she wanted to break up, and, he’d invaded her privacy too, and, you think the bars of prison are going to, keep him away from doing it again? Yeah, that’s now how those, obsessed EXES work, and after he’d served his “hard time”, surely enough, the woman’s going to get tailed, and harassed again, because these sorts of punishment does NOT do SHIT!
Out-of-season, yet, you still, bloomed, how’s that, possible???
Oh yeah, it’s, called, SCIENCE! Because MAN want you to bloom, and, it don’t matter if it’s season for you or now, we humans want what we want, and we started, clipping those stems of roses or lilies, and, tied them together, to “make” that never-before, SPECIES of, ROSELILY???
And, it don’t matter, if you’re out of season or now, because humans are so used to having things their ways, they just take over the natural world, messed with the workings of things, and this, is why, Mother Nature is PISSED! Because humans are playing GOD, and thinking that they can, get away.
because of the holidays, we humans MAKE these flowers flourish inside the greenhouses, and we do NOT care if it’s “natural” or not! Photo from online
Take a look at how many “blended” species of fruits, flowers, produces there are now, there’s that “cross” of the green grapes, with the red wine grapes that are now called, something, I forgot, and, how about those red roses, that people think would look WAY better, for them to appear a bit, pinkish, and they’d, “blended” the DNA of the red roses with the white, to make PINK!
Or, how about the cross between say??? A ZERBA and a HORSE? What would THAT be called? A ZEORSE??? And that’s not all the “advancements” in R & D, oh no, there are more, means and ways to FUCK (so???) up nature that we humans are coming up with that are brand new each and every single day, and for what? To PROVE that we’re, the MOST intelligent BEINGS that DESERVE to RULE the planet???
Is that it??? What are we? And WHO made US, the BOSS of all other living species, animals, plants, fungi, etc., etc., etc., etc.? NOBODY, but we still think that we ruled as the supreme power of everything that’s living on this @#$%ING (maxed out!) planet here, and humans will PAY dearly, if we don’t change that belief of wow, I can’t PLAY GOD!
The ELECTRA complex, coming full-circle again, and this time, her ass didn’t get, kicked by it! Translated…
To tell the truth, if my husband got possessed, there’s, nothing I can do.
After my father passed, his things weren’t what I could handle, thankfully, I’d only needed to hint at my husband, he’d, understood me, and, went to my mother’s home to sort out my father’s things with me. Those things that remained, were of my mother’s, too, and what us, sisters, left behind at our parents’ home after we were married and moved out.
Lost track of how many days it’d taken for us to clear things up, only that my husband saw this, and that, and told me, that we could use them in the futures. To thank him for helping me out, I can only ask, “you sure? Don’t stack the items all over the places at home.” He’d patted his chest, “don’t worry about it!”
A lot of things, by first look, I’d known, wasn’t my mother’s, must’ve been the “treasures” my father discovered somewhere. My father became demented in the elderly years, I’d guessed at his path to collecting the items, guessed that maybe what he’d, picked up were those, lost dreams of his. But, I suppose, my husband won’t have those, symptoms, thankfully, all he’d brought back from my parents’ home were put up nice and neat. It’s, just that afterwards, things became, a bit, weird.
When there were the large items taken out by the curb that’s waiting to get, recycled, my husband would study them, to see if they’re, worth, something, even if there were the parts that he’d found useful, he’d, taken the things apart, and brought it back home. But he’d not stacked these junks all over the place, so I’d, turned a, blind eye to his ways, and, not nagged him over them.
One day, he’d made him home earlier in his early morning exercises, entered in from the driveway, with a few iron rods on his arms, strutted in like a warrior who’d won some prizes. Because of the angle of the sunlight, I couldn’t see him. He’d called out before I said anything to stop him, “You’re only getting up and going to the markets now?”, I got awakened suddenly, “WHAT is it this time?”, he’d stayed calm, “this is good metal, it’s zinc plated, it wouldn’t become rusted up”. He’d strutted forward without stopping, and, brushed by me, and pressed the elevator button to go upstairs. And, my useless awakeness, left me, speechless then.
He was about to take in a preowned desktop, and, there were already, the occupants on his desk and I became troubled where to put it, and it was like he’d, suddenly remembered the location of a treasure he’d stashed somewhere, long, ago, flipped out the board he brought from my parents’ home, the parts he dissembled of the machine from the side of the roads, took him two days, he’d actually, made a computer desk with the extensions that’s the flexi sort. Although, it wasn’t an original that fitted with the computer, but, he’d spent nothing on the parts, and, what he’d made actually, worked, how can I not, hooray him?
One day he’d come home from his walk, and, he’d gone into the bathroom as he’d come in. I had my back to the door, felt him, stealthily, behind me, but, I was into my book and didn’t care, then, the water running from the faucet in the bathrooms, and there’s the rustling of scrubbing something. Turned out, he’d made his way back out of our home, to bring in a screen door he’d found. I’d thought about my mother’s complaints when she was still alive, “your father NEVER dared bring home the things he’d found, and, as he saw me busying in the kitchen, then, he’d, opened the door, to move what he’d picked up on his walk in.” I’d caught him all right: “hey! Why are you, moving this screen door in?”, he was working hard, scrubbing away, without lifting his head, “I’d already measured the size, this is the exact fit for the window frame of our front balcony, that way, the bugs can’t, get in.” that screen door we had, was blown off by the typhoons many, many years ago, and now, he’d feared that the bugs would get into our home, it’s for my benefit, and I should, thank him.
Two days ago on the way home by bus from my grocery trip, I’d stared out the windows to see the views along the way. Half way up the mountains here was, a man in a white shirt, loose casual pants with his wrists together behind his back—that stature, those clothes, is it, dad? What, it’s past the month of the opening of the gates of hell, thankfully he’d, took that baseball cap that belonged tour son, for me, to confirm that it was, my husband. SHIT! Is it, possessed now?
Thinking on it, both him and my father were, tall men from the north, and both were of the same ranks in the armed services too. When the left sock had a hole, my husband would switch the sock to wear on his right foot for a bit, then, toss it out, when my father was in his eighties, he’d had me use the threads and needles to patch up the holes in HIS socks too. He’d worn those two outfit at home, and, always silent at home like that shadow that lurked, and, as they both met some stranger and chatted it up, they couldn’t, stop talking to the unknown strangers they just, met. Both enjoyed noodles, and traditional Chinese buns, never picky on food, as the purpose of food served the only purpose of satisfying their, hungers.
Did I, use my father as a prototype, and I’d, found my, husband? And, that figure that looked EXACTLY like my father, who was actually, my own, husband, and I’d, thought about how he was, possessed by my own, deceased father from before, then, my lips, curled up into a, smile.
So, the Electra complex still came full-circle here, we select our husbands, based off of the prototypes of our own father, and we can NEVER escape this, and this woman found the “shadows” of her own father in her husband, and, it’s like she still has her father with her, even after he was, gone, because her husband IS the exact replica of her own, dear old, dad!
How the overflowing availabilities of gun is one problem, and how the police’s overuse of gun power is another, and there are, other factors to consider in this, and until the U.S. tackles every one of these factors, and change the means of training, and how the police forces “equate” colors with threat, there are going to be more, racially related murders by guns in the U.S., that’s not going to change, NOT anytime soon! Off of the Front PageSections, translated…
Yesterday, the news from Tennessee of the five African American police officers in an arrest, beaten an African American teen to death, this caused the local communities and the African American communities to start protesting. The American President, Biden stated that he was angered by this and felt heartbroken over what had happened; the former president, Obama stated, that there’s a long ways to go, to reeducate the police forces on how they patrol the streets.
But, a lot of people want to know, how come, there are, the growing number of cases where police in enforcing the law, civilians were being, murdered off? And, how come, most of the victims of the police brutality, why are they mostly African American males? For instance, from the March 1991 case where the African American male, Rodney King, was brutally beaten by three LAPD officers, causing the riots in L.A. back in 1992; along with the May, 2020, a middle-aged African American male got choked to death with the police choking his throat in Minnesota by the officers on duty, which started up the “Black Lives Matter” movement all around the U.S. Clearly, the American police’s overuse of forces causing the African American citizens to get killed still continues on to this very day. But why? I sum up the five main causes here: first, the legal ownership of guns: because the American citizens are allowed to legally own arms, the excessive guns in the current situation in the States right now, everybody feared getting shot, so everyone owns a gun (for self-defense), casing the vicious cycle of distrusting one another. And due to the legal ownerships of guns, there are many shootings, the guns going off in accidents (including school shootings, the six-year-old student shooting a school teacher). Due to the excess of arms causing the officers on duty to become hypervigilant, which leads to the next cause.
Secondly, the police’s life are at all moment, in danger: because of the excess of weapons, the police’s natural reaction is that they automatically assume that the citizens they came into contact with are, armed. And, under this mindset, the officers on duty worried over getting shot by the ordinary citizens, which led them to become extremely alert, to stay, alive, to prevent getting killed. And, behind this state of mind, is relative to these three following factors.
Third, the problems of racism remain unresolved: the racism in the U.S. is still growing more and more serious, no matter if it’s toward African Americans, Asian Americans, they were the racial slurs, and the discriminatory behaviors against these minorities. And, the African Americans are the least advantageous, which causes the vicious cycle, with the crime rates in the areas of African American residents being higher too than average; or, the officers on duty holding that higher level of alertness toward the minority groups.
Fourth, the hate that comes from being discriminated again. This hate, with the excessive supplies of firearms, will cause many more lives to get, lost. For instance, there’s the elderly Asian killing the Asian woman, and how in the outbreaks, the Asians often became targeted, all of this has to do with hate and fear, and racism. And so, when hate is in place, and the guns are easily owned, there are, the built up of the murders in the society all around the U.S.
Fifth, the training of the officers should emphasize: the difficulties in resolving all of the above issues, or at least, for the time being, or in the, near future too. But, we can use the police training to help the law enforcement become more aware, to strengthen the means of justice in police enforcing of the law. Because the American police are local, not of federal matter; it’s hard to say, that this sort of education can get set up on the state of local government levels. Or maybe, other than the functions of fighting crimes, the police forces needed to go through the continued education, trainings, the awareness seminars, to help reduce these, tragedies.
And so, this summed up why and how come, there are, so many, hate crimes, overuse of force in police in carrying out the laws in the U.S., causing the people to die: the overflowing of GUNS, because it’s our SECOND AMENDMENT right to BEAR arms!
But, if the guns aren’t that easily accessible, then, those shooters can’t get their hands on them, and, there would be, surely, a whole lot deaths caused by guns.
I agree, that police need more training, and, that this is a impossible thing to accomplish, because, as studies (don’t ask me which ones) showed, that colored persons are more easily misperceived as holding up a WEAPON when we’re holding up something harmless, like a pen, as interpreted by the police, because the law enforcement officials had been “groomed” to equate skin colors with danger, and this is rooted down too deep, and it can’t be changed that easily. So yeah, EXPECT more of us who are, “minorities” to DIE by gunshot here.
The volunteer lines for the LGBT communities, in training here, this is something that’s, needed, with the increase of sexual and gender diversity, translated…
“Hi, this is the homosexual hotline, how may I be of service to you!”, this was the instinctive response that got etched into my mind the year I’d worked as a call receiver of the hotlines. Picked up the phones, was like getting the buttons turned on, immediately, I’d gotten into the various modes of answering, ready to catch the LGBT communities’ various troubles.
I’d signed on to be a volunteer, right after the public policies votes. That was when a lot of people felt upset, with the strong sense of, helplessness passing through the LGBT community. “What can I do, for them?”, it’s this thought that’s, got me, involved.
The Tiny “Secret Room”
In the times of convenience communications app, who still use the landlines? But, in the tiny room of the call center, there were, several landlines, with the volunteers, sitting in their seats, talking in whispers, looking a bit, mysterious.
Although it was called a “hotline”, but there are, a lot of the small cliques, for instance, “same-sex families”, “A.I.D.S. prevention”, “gender education”, etc., etc., etc., many of these groups needed to reach outward, the team members are all very active. Comparing, the volunteers of the call center were much, quieter, and the other groups’ volunteers would always joked, “the call center volunteers are all, autistic!”
like peeling the layers of an onion off! Illustration from UDN.com
Surely, the most active place for the volunteers is, inside that tiny room, the door into the room was like a threshold, only the call operators are allowed in. And, as we’d gone in to answer the calls, we’d, used the “false names”, and the privacies of every unique case does NOT leave the room, so, nobody knows exactly, what we’re, doing in there, and so, that made the other volunteers, feel, a bit, distant, to us.
It’s not easy to become an operator in that tiny room, we’d had to, go through the evaluations: signing up, getting evaluated, train for six months, and we had to pass an oral exam.
How Can Pressing an Elevator Button be an Obstacle?
But, I never imagined, that the very first obstacle I would come across, was pressing the elevator, button.
The location of the hotline office was at the busy Roosevelt Road, first time in, as I just stepped into the elevator, about to press the button for my floor, I’d, hesitated—there’s, a ton of different folks in and out of the building, there were, the employees of the offices, and also, the residential elderly people too.
The alarm started sounding inside my mind, like everybody was staring AT my, finger, I’d feel anxious: how would the perceive me, after I’d, pressed the “12” for the floors?
But, it’d not mattered which number I’d pressed, there are more than the hotline office on the twelfth. For a while, I’d felt uneasy over the reactions—but, WHAT was I, fearful, of?
This shame and secret got buried in my mind, and, for a very long, long time, as I got to talking with the volunteers of the hotlines, I’d found, that I wasn’t, alone in feeling like so.
Getting Involved with the LGBT Communities & Getting to Know Myself Again
After I got past the obstacle of the elevators, first what I’d needed to learn, is getting acclimated with the LGBT culture and the community: the gays, the lesbians, the trans, the bis, the gay and lesbian Christians, to the families of homosexuals, and we also needed to familiarize ourselves with the topics of safe sex, and the bad reputations for A.I.D.S.
“Gay” is too generalized a term, and we only know the tips of that huge, iceberg, so, going to classes was like opening up the minds, from the uses of the terms, the cultures (why are there more and more gay bars in business but the trans bars going out of businesses?), to the societal debates (how the H.I.V. patients would get turned down by the dentists?), and it’d made me wondered, was the world I used to know, for real?
And all of these, are what the callers faced, from their, day-to-day interactions. The male homosexuals’ are mostly concerned about their statures; the lesbians, dealing with the dual impacts of being females and lesbians, and, with the Gay bars more in numbers than the T-bars, which made well be related to how the females can’t feel safe enough to go out at night.
There are a ton of callers who worried over illnesses too, they’d gotten scanned multiple times, but still worried of contracting A.I.D.S. Reason why this is a primary fear is due to how the media press equated H.I.V. and A.I.D.S. with gays and lesbians, which is why those who’d contracted H.I.V. still keeps on hitting the walls in their lives, for instance, the dentists would use the excuses of “we don’t have the equipment to offer you your needed treatment” to turn them away, but, others who have illnesses by blood contact rarely got, stereotyped or, discriminated against.
Other than knowing those who aren’t the same as we are, we also need to get to know ourselves. That’s where the “groups” came in, the volunteer candidates would split into groups, led by those with most experiences to supervise, to take turns sharing the experiences, to dissect life, the process of accepting, hen, with the supervising individual, and the rest of the group, offering positive feedback. Before we can help anybody else, we need to know our own, selves, this was, what I’d learned, the most important lesson, of all.
The Rehearsals that Left My Heart Bumping
Surely, we also needed training in the, various, counseling, techniques too: identifying the emotions, empathy, and disclosures of our own, selves, and know the S.O.P. of taking the calls of the hotlines: greeting the individuals, understanding why they’re calling, in the conversations, collecting the data about the persons (i.e. age, students or in employment, gender orientation, gender identification, city the individuals live in, etc., etc., etc.). After we get to know some specifics about these individual callers, we’re, better able to, give them the fitting, responses.
The supervisors in class often told us, “don’t rush into giving advice”, if the advices are unfitting, to the point of not responding correctly to the callers’ problems, then, we would be misunderstood as we can’t understand them, instead, catching the callers’ emotions first, to establish that trust in conversation.
On paper, it all sounds, simple, but, putting these theories to practice, that was, something, else! We would split up into groups, the supervisors would play the caller, we’d taken turns, answering the calls, and, the members whose turns are still on the way, would sit close by and take notes—those exposed, the wrong words being used, the awkward silence, all get, captured down, and we would be evaluated on afterwards.
The supervisors used a multitude of means to interact with us. Some had, comforted us, “this is only for a few short minutes, you can, do it!”, while other supervisors get into characters right away, started in the roleplay, cried, ranted, cussed, everything, and it’d, made us, too flustered—while in reality, that, is how, multifaceted the callers can be in our line of, work!
Am I, Only, on the, Starting, Lines?
After the test trials, can we start, working on, the, hotlines? Not yet! There’s still, a final, and not everybody passes! On the day of the test, the supervisor I was assigned to played the role of an anxious mother of a gay/lesbian person, started grilling at me, “how do I know that my son/daughter is gay/lesbian?” “Can’t my child become, ‘normal’ again?” I’d used empathy, to get to the emotions being the caller, avoiding the “right answers” that might “kill”, fearing the caller would, hang, up. But, she’d not accepted my means, and continued on, and I was, stuck. As the session ended, the supervisor asked me, “why didn’t you just tell me that you didn’t know?”, then, it’d, dawned on me, how multivariate the callers can be, that there’s no one-answer-fit-all, and we can only, search for the right direction in the words of, our, exchanges.
I’d felt, very, defeated, and felt that I’d not, passed, as I got home, I was so upset, I’d finished a whole can of, chips.
And yet, a week later, I received the notice that I’d been, approved for the, hotlines, and I still can’t understand why I had, passed! After this “round”, I’d finally realized, that to work as a hotline operator, we need to have a very strong, heart, but, this was certainly, to make sure, that all the hotline operators are highly qualified to work the lines, not to miss any caller. While, as I’d started working in the hotlines……well, another story, for, another, time!
And so, this, is the training process of someone, becoming a hotline operator for the LGBT communities, because there’s this desperate need, for these individuals’ voices, troubles to get, heard, and yeah, we are now, more opened to the LGBT groups, but, there are still the issues that these individuals come across in their daily living, that they may need an outside perspective to help them see things more clearly, and that, is where this hotline comes in.
You remember that young kid, who got, put inside a laboratory, with that god DAMN rat, where the psychologists, conditioned him to fear the rat, by making that LOUD noise as they’d, reintroduced the rat to Little Albert? Yeah, that unfortunate, K-I-D!
Well, guess what, I’d, “checked out” the “post-op” review of this “story”, and the article said, that after the lab, his mama moved with him, out of the area, and, not long after that, Little Albert (and no, I don’t believe that the kid’s name was actually, “Albert”, that was what they’d “labeled” him as in the laboratory!), fell ill, and, never made it out of his childhood years!
And that is, MURDER, for the sake of experiment, I mean, you would think that those god DAMN psychologists would be more careful, to first come UP with a safe way, to countercondition that kid to before fear got instilled into him, but NO, that’s not how “science” worked back then.
and, here’s the video of that in black-and-white from YouTube
By the codes of research of present day, I would imagine, that this “lab” would’ve never passed review, but unfortunately back then (the 70s. 60s, 80s???), they did NOT set up a strict code of ethics, which is what caused this young child (whose name wasn’t even ALBERT!) to D-I-E.
So, another, innocent KID, got, S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R-E-D, in the name of, SCIENCE…and that’s, just, ANOTHER K-I-D, that never made it out of his, childhood, ALIVE!
They’d only, run, the “mock trials”, how many times again, and they’re already, beginning this thing??? And the JURY of HER peers would then be “consist” of EIGHT BATTERED women, right??? Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The Case of Murdering Her Husband Because She’d Been Abused, May be the Very FIRST Trial by Jury Nationally
The jury system formally began today, and those cases that will come under the rulings of the jurors are now, in the, spotlight, based off of the estimates of the justice department, there are the most number of cases that are fit to get ruled by a jury in Taichung the most, estimated at thirty-six cases per year; the recent cases, including the body in the keg in Shenggang, the abandonment of the dead body in the public cemetery of Shingsheh, the justice department estimated that there are at least SIX case that fitted to the systems of trial by jury, that are going to be starting recently, and how many of these cases will use the new jury system is being, talked about the most right now.
The sixty-nine-year-old woman, Wu was suspected of long-term being abused by her own husband, plus the pressures of caring for her two developmentally delayed daughters, more than ten days ago, while her husband was asleep, she’d, strangled him to death with an electric power cord, was charged with murder, sent to the Changwha D.A.’s office, the district attorneys, after interrogating, sent Wu home under her own daughter’s care, because Wu admitted to strangling her husband to death, but this case of family tragedy is debatable, under the agreement of the Changwha District Court, the district attorney’s office, as well as the police, this may be the very first case being tried by a jury.
The criminal courts of the justice department points out, from the cases closed by the district attorney’s offices from 2019 to 2020, there are the most numerous in Taichung, of the twenty-two district courts, estimated at thirty-six cases per year, then Taoyuan, at thirty-two, with Hsinbei City’s thirty being third; there are the specific jury courts set up around the country, other than the district courts of Lienjiang, Kinmen, and Penghu, there are a total of fifty courts, with a total of 157 justices.
The seven jury courts of the district court system of Taichung, outnumbered the three in Taipei, Hsinbei, Taoyuan, and Shihlin District courts. The Taichung district courts estimated that there are about thirty cases relating to intentionally causing death cases, plus the add-on of the lightest ten-year sentence cases, there’s the estimate of fifty cases going to get tried per year.
And so, this gives a “spread” of how the cases are playing out in this country, now that the trial systems of jury is about to start, and, this system just got set up, so, if it works, nobody will know, until these system is put into practice for at least, two, three years, then, the evaluations of how well this system is going to work will come out.
Now, we get the “show” of TWELVE ANGRY MEN (or however there may be on the juries here???) in reality here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The system of trial by jury had formally begin, and, for the first three years, the cases of intentional crime causing death, like murder, vehicular manslaughter, assault causing death, and other crimes, will be decided by three court justices, plus six jurors. And, these cases are now, questioned for the righteousness of the judgments.
In the cases where the jurors are called, the courts needed to randomly pick out the members of the jury. The selection proceedings, would be hosted by the court judges, and the district attorneys, along with the defense attorney will take turns, and asking questions on the prospect jurors, to get rid of those individuals with an already, formed opinion. The district attorneys, the defendant, and the defense attorney all had four without-reason means to eliminate the jurors, plus the process of selection isn’t open to the public, how can it be certain, that the justified, the correct jurors got selected, and, this can only come, after the system of trial by jury begins.
What’s more troubling is, that although the court justice will tell the jurors not to discuss the specifics of the cases they’re presiding over, that if there’d been found to be disclosures, then, the jurors would be facing a six-months sentence or less, but, it would be next to impossible, for the jurors to find the specifics of the cases from online, or the related reports, the information on the defendants, to the point of, discussing the cases with the public on their opinions of the cases. And, as this is expected to happen, it will, not jut cause the pressures on the jurors, but also, it would, impact the fairness of the trials, and these are, some challenges that this system of trial by jury will be facing.
what we will, be, looking at during the trials now! From the play, off of YouTube
And so, all of these issues, the justice system failed to consider, before it’d, implemented the trial-by-jury system, and these are important considerations, I mean, how would you know, that the families of these jurors of these cases they’re going to rule on, won’t look up the details of the case, especially if the cases they’re sitting in are major scale, murders, or money laundering, or others?
So, it’s going to take a long period of adjustment for the system of trial by jury, to finally, fall onto, the right tracks, and, those who’d committed the crimes, during this, first few months to first few years, can’t expect a fair case for them, as they’re, the newest “lab rats”, used to test this, new system!
This is still, S-H-I-T, I mean, who the @#$% (maxed out!) says, that nurture is synonymous with the, female gender characteristics, huh?
And, what OF, those FEMALE heads of companies, the C.E.O.’s of some, Fortune 500s that make ALL the decisions, and tackles the problems of the companies’ operations, assertively, huh?
But, that’s just it, since the start of time (don’t ask how long ago that was, ‘cuz…how the @#$% would I know???), you men put us, women, IN our places, locking us up with those, chastity belts (uh, you’ve got to be shitting me!), keeping us inside them, gilded cages, and you head out of the “hearth” (the WHAT again???), and bring home the bacon, the bread, going out, hunting with them, big-ass, clubs………………
and THIS, would be, MORE like it!
Which forces the role of the nurturer, onto us, women, because IF we don’t take up that role, then, who’s gonna! And this is just how sexism continues, even today, and yeah, we women are slowly getting on an equal basis with all of you, mother @#$%ING, sons-of-BITCHES (still not the four-legged “varieties” I’m afraid…), but we’re still, not quite there, at the same level as you losers out there.
And this is still just SHIT, I mean, why the HELL should we women, suffer the consequences, of those who are before us, who are used to living the role of the “fitting wife”, the good mother, the nurturing, type?
I mean, what if (here’s that though!), we want to focus on our job, we are, career-oriented, like you losers, huh? Then, we’d get TRASH talked, for NOT taking CARE of the “hearth”…
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