My Rant Blog

Child abuse is something that a child should not have to face. Why should parents take the anger that they build up from other people threw out the day and come home and take it out on their kids by beating them with whatever they can find at the moment. Then later on in life the child will grow up and think the only right thing to do is abuse and beat on people. Like this story here a girl who was about seven years old who was never let outside to play talk or meet people she was never shown any type of affection love hug. One day a neighbor noticed the girl in the window and never saw the child playing outside in the yard. The neighbor knew that the women who lived in the apartment had a boyfriend but never knew they had any children. So after a couple months two police officers where assigned to go take a look in the house and when they did this is what they had to say: "I've been in rooms with bodies rotting there for a week and it never stunk that bad," Holste said later. "There's just no way to describe it. Urine and feces — dog, cat and human excrement — smeared on the walls, mashed into the carpet. Everything dank and rotting."

Tattered curtains, yellow with cigarette smoke, dangling from bent metal rods. Cardboard and old comforters stuffed into broken, grimy windows. Trash blanketing the stained couch, the sticky counters.

The floor, walls, even the ceiling seemed to sway beneath legions of scuttling roaches.

"It sounded like you were walking on eggshells. You couldn't take a step without crunching German cockroaches," the detective said. "They were in the lights, in the furniture. Even inside the freezer. The freezer!"

While Holste looked around, a stout woman in a faded housecoat demanded to know what was going on. Yes, she lived there. Yes, those were her two sons in the living room. Her daughter? Well, yes, she had a daughter . . .

The detective strode past her, down a narrow hall. He turned the handle on a door, which opened into a space the size of a walk-in closet. He squinted in the dark.

At his feet, something stirred.

First he saw the girl's eyes: dark and wide, unfocused, unblinking. She wasn't looking at him so much as through him.

She lay on a torn, moldy mattress on the floor. She was curled on her side, long legs tucked into her emaciated chest. Her ribs and collarbone jutted out; one skinny arm was slung over her face; her black hair was matted, crawling with lice. Insect bites, rashes and sores pocked her skin. Though she looked old enough to be in school, she was naked — except for a swollen diaper.

"The pile of dirty diapers in that room must have been 4 feet high," the detective said. "The glass in the window had been broken, and that child was just lying there, surrounded by her own excrement and bugs."

When he bent to lift her, she yelped like a lamb. "It felt like I was picking up a baby," Holste said. "I put her over my shoulder, and that diaper started leaking down my leg."

The girl didn't struggle. Holste asked, What's your name, honey? The girl didn't seem to hear.

He searched for clothes to dress her, but found only balled-up laundry, flecked with feces. He looked for a toy, a doll, a stuffed animal. "But the only ones I found were covered in maggots and roaches." The child's name was Danielle they believed that since she was never let outside into the environment that she was to trapped in side he self and when the showed her love and affection like hugging her and holding her she did not respond to it. Danielle didn't respond to heat cold or pain. This story should make people in the world stop abusing people i men come on now what if you where in this child's shoes or what if you where being abused please make the right choice people.