From the moment of my birth, silence has been my enemy. Parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins all remained silent about the violence in our family. No one spoke the truth, and if they did, they were told by other family members to not speak about it out loud, to remain silent, to act as if nothing terrible was happening.
My family has been my greatest enemy in matters of what was actually happening. To speak out loud, telling my truth meant shunning, scolding, chattering behind my back. Others who wanted to speak did not for fear of being treated with these methods. They wanted to belong.
I have never wanted to belong, it meant giving up my truth, conforming, submitting, obeying, being less than human. I had to stop thinking and acting based upon what I knew to be true.
Silence is a killer of one's humanity.
Clint Smith tells it from his experiences.