Evil exists. If you need proof, just look at the horrific case of little Charleeni Ferreira.
Charleeni, age 10, of Philadelphia, Pa., died on October 21, 2009. Her father, Domingo Ferreira, 53, and stepmother Margarita Garabito, 43, were charged with murder and endangering the welfare of a child.
So how bad was the abuse? The police called it “torture.”
Charleeni actually died from an infection that resulted from broken ribs that were not treated. She had a host of new and old injuries, including a fractured pelvis and a 7-inch gash on her head that had been stuffed with gauze and covered with a hair weave.
For more details, read Signs of Charleeni’s “torture” were hidden, in the Philadelphia Inquirer.
What makes this case so appalling is that a school nurse reported suspected child abuse. In the three years before her death, Charleeni was seen by numerous doctors, a psychiatrist and a therapist. The Philadelphia Department of Human Services (DHS) provided services to the family for five months.
Now, the DHS commissioner is trying to figure out what went wrong.
Bamboozled
Here’s what I think happened: One or both of the parents were sociopaths, and they bamboozled the child welfare workers.
The parents denied any abuse—workers described them as “hurt” by the allegations—but agreed to intervention anyway. After a period of supervision, child welfare workers closed the case. They also recommended that Charleeni’s parents contact a legal aid agency if the school nurse continued to complain about child abuse.
Charleeni herself was also terrorized and manipulated. She told a doctor at St. Christopher’s Hospital for Children that her family treated her “like a princess.” Welts on her hand occurred when she accidentally stabbed herself with a pencil in the dark. She and her parents always had explanations for her injuries, although they didn’t always match.
Perpetrators
Police apparently believe that the stepmother, Margarita Garabito, was the main perpetrator. But the father, Domingo Ferreira, didn’t stop her. In fact, he showed no remorse and fell asleep in the police interview room. Then, Ferreira hung himself in his jail cell.
This, of course, is convenient for the stepmother. Her court-appointed attorney terms the suicide “an admission of guilt.”
See Charleeni’s death blamed on her dead father, in the Philadelphia Inquirer.
I don’t know who initiated the child abuse. Women can be abusive sociopaths. They can also be accomplices, under the control of male sociopaths.
Evil exists
So what’s the lesson here?
Evil exists, but it can be concealed by seemingly plausible explanations.
Evil exists, but it can be disguised by expressions of concern.
Evil exists, but victims can be too terrorized to speak of it.
People who are in a position to see signs of child abuse—doctors, teachers, social workers—need to understand that evil does not want to be discovered, so they must pay close attention to any small clues.
Star (and Henry) : I was listening to a cd today in car – Your Body is your Subconscious Mind – a lecture and then interview with Kathleen Pert (think that’s right) with
Tammy Simon (of Sounds True). Pert has been a scientist who just by virtue of studying cells, the connections between our mind (brain) and the cells of the body, developed less skepticism and began to believe more in the mind-body connection and the emotional component. She talked about conventional talk therapy still being
good but believes just as important is bodywork and exercise – that having someone work with your body can unleash certain memories and allow them to release in a way
that talking cannot – that our bodies really do store trauma right down to our cellular memory. Sure you both know about this but it’s one thing I think we forget in our
healing – to BREATHE (she said studies show depressed people tend to not breathe completely, only very shallowly) and to get our bodies in movement – in a way, it’s
effective in jump-starting us, right down to our cells! This was a cd I just saw the other day at library, didn’t realize what a wealth there was there in books on tape/cd,
music, movies(especially classics and documentaries) to be checked out – and it’s all free! Got another one by Haruki Murakami called What I Talk About When I Talk
About Running – and there are some life lessons in there, even though the title may lead you to believe it is about running, it is but also about living one’s life, the creative
process and understanding one’s limitations as well as strengths as you grow older. Plus he’s an interesting storyteller.
I’m sorry you both had to suffer such abuse. I had more emotional abuse, some physical from my stepfather when I was young – it’s the one thing I’ve had to forgive
myself (for the shame I felt) and my mother for not really doing anything after I told her about it, she stayed married to him for many more years – maybe that was
the beginning of my feeling ‘invisible’ at times.
Yes, but somewhere deep inside, the body remembers. And when you feel safe enough it comes out. Usually for me, when I’ve had a good week, a memory will surface and I’ll be totally overwhelmed and ungrounded again. I honestly don’t know how to deal with these waves without a good therapist or a really compassionate friend. I usually just go into resistance for a while. And that totally sucks. I just don’t have any compunction to talk about this stuff with people who don’t understand or have never been there. It would take a lot of trust built up to do that.
It still hurts about that young guy because I really opened up to him. He has no idea how hard trust is to come by for me. So I feel so betrayed by him for pulling a “hit it and quit it” with me.
Excuse me…walked out to my car, it’s Dr. Candace Pert, title is right…
So I was responding to henry’s post, so we must have posted at the same time, persephone. You are right. These memories are stored viscerally in the body. I have been getting bodywork and doing breathing meditation for many years, and this is when the memories started surfacing. That was about 26 years ago. Seems it is like a non-stop merry-go-round for me. I haven’t had a flashback in quite a while. The easy part for me is allowing the feelings to come up. I can do this by meditating and breathing, fasting, or movement. The hardest part is trying to process them. It usually just turns my life upside down. I have a hard time just holding it together at work and looking people in the eye.
Hi guys…..
Nancy Drew checking in……no luck yet, and only one pepsi can. But have a few areas left. Still hope!
IF nothing discovered, I am stocking up for Plan B.
Plan B would occur upon the next phone call from my new bestie…..He can lead me right to it.
Who needs a gym when your digging holes! WHHHEEEW!
I have been working at night so the neighbors don’t think there is a freak living here! I crack myself up!
But…..lesson here……
Using a metal detector is like dating…..Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing…..boredom, questioning yourself, Nothing, improving techniques, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing……then BOOM….beep, beep, beep, beep…..oh shit, dig down, dig deeper…….only a pepsi can….EMPTY…..let down!
Keep going, move along slowly…… nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing…..beep, beep, beep…………….JACKPOT!
You find nothing…..until you find what your looking for!
I’m at the empty pepsi can stage currently.
God, Erin, forget books-on-tape, I want to be digging with you, this IS Nancy Drew and I always wanted to be an archaeologist! I think you’re
Indiana Jones, too! You will keep us posted…
Erin You should be planting pansies in all those wholes in the yard, that way you wont look so suspicous. persephone7 thanx for the info – I need a good workin over for sure.
Persephone:
Help is for sure welcomed……I never did like landscaping….I have moved friggen BOULDERS with my will to find something….At times George of the jungle, poking my eye out on the trees in the dark!
Yes, I envision several conversations…..Well Dr….ya see…..I, uh, uh, uh…..oh, it hurts!
Henry….I’m toting around a basket with bulbs, spade and fertalizer…to head off the freak reporting patrol…..
Another envisioned conversation….Oh, hello officer…..the snow is flying soon…..gotta get these bulbs planted. You know how it is…..time is precious…..Oh, shoot…is it THAT late…..I had no idea it was 2am!
erin you remind me of Kerstie Ally – crazy but loveable..
Yeah…..well…..you just wait Hens…..Juuusssssssssttt wait…..
When I find that Jackpot……you’ll soon be having Skylar order 1 QUEEN bed in Vegas!!!!!