“Then he slapped me. I was used to my father beating my mother. He did it almost with a nonchalance that came from regular practice and confidence in her perpetual surrender. But I am not my mother. I slapped Victor – so hard, my wrist almost snapped and the pain volted up my arm.”

“Then he slapped me. I was used to my father beating my mother. He did it almost with a nonchalance that came from regular practice and confidence in her perpetual surrender. But I am not my mother. I slapped Victor – so hard, my wrist almost snapped and the pain volted up my arm.”

— Chimeka Garricks