Angelia Vernon Menchan
excerpt from How Being Broken Saved Me
My
godfather
was
a
MOLESTER!
That’s exactly what Blue was and what he did.
He seduced us, all of us including our mothers
who didn’t have permanent men in their lives. He
seduced them by allowing us in his home and doing
kind things like lighting fireplaces, cooking food
and handing out money generously. He was a fat,
laughing, generous, seducing child molester.
I recall an incident that is painted in my mind
vividly in bright red colors. I must have been seven.
It was the last year of his life and he was pretty much
confined to the bed. He had diabetes, high blood
pressure and a passel of other maladies, including
a love of alcohol, and was pretty much bedridden. Ms.
Eva, my godmother was working and I was outside in
the backyard feeding the rabbits and the chickens. I
know it was a weekday but not sure what day. Anyway,
after I was done, I walked inside through the back door
and then through the kitchen which led into his room. He
and Ms. Eva slept in different rooms, go figure.
Anyway, I stopped dead in my tracks, a girl from the
neighborhood who was probably ten to my seven was on
the bed with him and naked. She was literally sitting on
him with his private part inserted inside her and she was
bouncing up and down, having actual sex. I had never
seen the sex act so I stood in the door, mesmerized and
transfixed, unable to move, watching with bitter bile
gathering in my mouth. He tried to shoo me away but
I couldn’t move. He had never gone beyond bouncing
me on his clothed lap and placing his nasty tongue in
my mouth but this was too much. After it was done, she