Today I don't have good things to talk about and really I don't even know how to express what I am feeling. I am so hurt right now that I figure the best way to help it was to just blog about it. If this blog seems a bit confusing it's ok because I am. My son was brutally beaten yesterday the worst of my nightmares.
My youngest son goes to school across town, he attends a school for gifted kids he is a high honors student and I am so very proud of him. We call him Beasley a nick name given to him before he was even born funny little story maybe one day when I am not in tears I will explain it. He gets home from school everyday like clock work no later than 6:30 if he goes to the gym. Like I a said very good child. Some maybe can relate to my story but many I know can not. But it is very hard trying to raise a Black Male today so many many obstacles in the way. You feel like before you let your child out of the house you must arm him with all kinds of weapons. I arm mines with Prayers and asking God to keep him safe. Some how I was feeling a bit let down and that maybe the devil thought it had a more powerful weapon than the shield my son was carrying.
6:30 came and no sign of my son I kept calling his cell no answer I remember getting a call from a kid around 4:30 which was strange asking for him but I only told him that he hadn't come home from school yet. 7:45 my heart began to beat fast I knew definitely something was wrong trying not to think the worst I called the number back and the kids mom answered I asked had my son maybe dropped by there on the way home from school and that's when she broke the news to me. Her response was *You don't Know*!! OMG WHAT your son was involved in a altercation he was taken to the hospital. Tears began falling and right now I can not stop crying. I began trying to find what hospital no one called me she didn't know that I was not aware she said she would have called and told me at the time her son was calling to check on Beasley. Finally after making 4 calls I get the number to the dispatch for the ambulance service and they told me they had a call around 4:54 and took my son to John Hopkins Hospital. I didn't want my husband driving I called a cab we arrived I rushed through the emergency room trying to find him. A nurse spotted me and told me he was ok but hurt. My baby laid there broken jaw, chipped tooth, blacken eyes bruised all over. I broke down, I felt helpless i WAS not able to save my child from this. I have never in my life felt so helpless I can only just thank God he was not killed. I was told that he was assaulted by more than 12 youths all this happen in the so called Beautiful Downtown Baltimore Harbor. NO one tried to help my child and all this happened to my son because he heard a cry from another child much smaller than him who was also beaten by these same youths and which my son tells me the kid bike was stolen. He went to help the kid up and the gang came over to him and said oh so you wanna help him and began beaten on my son to the point he was knocked unconscious.
I am just in disbelief that a public area such as that no one called the police no one offered to help my son. I called the police station that is suppose to man that area but only got shot down as if I was bothering them. I just need answers he sits in anger and says to me *See Mom this is what happens to Good People* I don't want to send my son back to that school but it is not the schools fault the travel to and from is what has always been the fear to me. The hospital sent him home with a broken jaw I am to make an appointment for him with a specialist today. He screams that they stole his cell and ipod I tell him they are material things and they can be replaced. He looks at me and says mom we don't have money for those things, some how I will find a way. It just burns me up that my child had to go through something like this I don't want this to change him and make him into one of these kids out here. I just only wish life was different that our situation was different that we could live in a better place. But how do a mother heal from this how do I stop the tears from falling how do I convince my child that it is going to be ok when I look at him so badly beaten. I can't type anymore and I am still going to keep on snatching JOy
Cheryl
