Dear Baltimore Community,
Although I have been gone for many years, I am writing this letter in the
hope that today, due to a greater openness in the community, and due to
greater awareness and education about childhood sexual abuse, my voice
will be heard.
Fifteen years ago, the Daas Torah in Baltimore advised my family to cut me
off, and they have. I have not seen my parents or siblings in over fifteen
years. I was not invited to their weddings, told of their children's births, or
even informed when my grandmother died. My mother refuses to see me or
my children, her grandchildren.
I was killed off because I remembered being molested by my grandfather, a
respected talmid chacham. I was killed off because I remembered my
father molesting and raping me repeatedly as a young child and I had to
speak about it in order to heal.
Speaking up cost me my life.
My kares was senseless and caused years of suffering, confusion, and pain
for me and my family.
We learn from Tamar the daughter of Dovid Hamelech that incest must not remain
a secret. Tamar cried and screamed publicly about the rape by her brother Amnon.
The rabbonim of the time heard her and institued the laws of yichud. They realized
that if it could happen in the home of Dovid Hamelech it could happen anywhere.
The laws of lashon hara are clear.
Whether you believe the allegations are true or not, is not the issue.
You can not believe something you can not possibly know, but at the same
time you must take steps to protect your children!
25 years ago, as a young adult in a terrible crisis, I was confused,
traumatized and suicidal.
The sexual abuse I endured was horrifying and damaging beyond words,
but the secondary trauma of losing the support of my family and community
was far more devastating.
Although incest is not something one "gets over," today after years of
therapy and healing I am thriving. I have been married for over 17 years. I
have been blessed with three beautiful children.
Yet, my father is still working with children, protected by the rabbonim and
the community's denial. Some in Baltimore still spread untrue rumors about
me to try to discredit me.
In order to understand and learn from my story, we must understand denial.
In my personal experience, denial is a strange and powerful beast.
Denial is protective, and mine was just as strong and protective as my
family’s. It took me years to face and deal with my own denial, complicated
by my family's, and the community’s denial.
One of the hardest feelings to face and heal from was the deep shame and
self hatred I had carried from the time I was a very little girl. I had to accept
that I had been an innocent child, a victim, and I did nothing wrong.
My survival was and is a miracle.
I could not have done it without Hashem's help.
Abuse and fear are of this finite world.
Truth, love, and acceptance are eternal, and the antidote to denial.
Today, I do not judge myself by what others have done to me, or what I
needed to do in order to survive, and I hope that if you are a survivor you
can hear and integrate this for yourself.
Today, I offer compassion, acceptance, and love, to myself and any child or
adult who has been through severe trauma, as I have. Every day that we
live; we choose life. Every day that we love and accept ourselves, and each
other, we are healing ourselves, our families, and our community.
Genendy