Father's Day! The festival of the warriors of the every day, the heroes of the battles of the daily newspaper. Dad, super-dad, spider-dad, wonder-dad, cyber-dad! It is the drawing awkward - splendid astonishing which tenderized the most resistant nervous systems, the matched tie, the socks of foot, the slippers, gardening gloves, the sports shirt a little too small (say mom, it did not grow bigger a little, dad?), after-shaving-perfume-deodorant, the chocolate cake a little browned of the small girls, decorations of flowers on the table. At the end of June, they are the pinks. "Does Dad, you take me along to the cinema? You come to see the match of foot? .... one will walk? ... one plays charts? .... do not return in my room, it is a SURPRISE!"
But for how much fathers, the surprise - it is the room of children empties, the telephone which does not answer any more, the letter on the table which says good-bye forever, the mother who does not return from voyage, which leaves where it does not know. Part, flees, disappeared with his/her child, his little boy who did not have yet all his teeth and with which it had just learned how to make wee upright, his/her daughter with whom it told a history with each rare night that she passed in her house.
Esa
There is also the true one, the horrible one, the wretched surprised one, of this contemptible sentence in a mouth in uniform: "Sir, you want to follow us are in a state of arrest! We have order of the prosecutor to bring you to the police station. You are accused of ill-treatment, sexual contacts and undoubtedly of rape on the person of your son". The father does not include/understand. Yes, it is separated from his wife for a certain time; yes, that does not go any more very well. They do not speak each other any more. His/her mother-in-law is a true witch and it is it which must be behind all that. With each visit, it was always the anguish to know if the child will be there.
But the surprise, this day, they are the shackles, worse than a blow of knife. The frightened glance of the neighbors. The father does not include/understand. It is for him? It is surely an error. It must be a question of another person, an assassin, a delinquent, a pedophile, a true bastard, a refuse. Not him. His/her child is three years old, it adores it. But it is well its name, its address. How to prove the machination? The man remembers vaguely his lessons of civic education. "Human rights, the French constitution, the code Na-Po-breadth one, the innocence-be-the-base-of-right-French presumption!". Not as regards sex murders, Mister! "I am innocent". You will have all the time to prove it! While waiting, the right of access is suspended.
It A is enough to an anonymous denunciation, a lawyer specialized in the false allegations and the escapes prepared abroad of mothers who want to get rid once for all of a man become awkward, cumbersome, irritant, for to do everything to rock, to destroy a paternity. A dirty denunciation which which been able hatred and the lie, as those which sent thousands of people in leaded coaches.
The overpowered fathers break down, keep silent themselves or revolt. But all, they suffer and do not forget. They wait all the day of the true Father's Day.
Myriam is three years old, when his/her parents separate. Six months after, his/her mother disappears with it. Thrown into a panic, his/her father seeks them everywhere, and abruptly, a month later it learns that it is shown by the mother of rape and contact on his child by his former wife. All its parental rights are immediately removed to him. In a state of shock, Christian breaks down under the weight of these wretched lies and is not able to defend oneself correctly. Follow years of nightmare, insomnia of the soaked sleepless nights of sweats, suspicion in the eyes of the others. They are new friends who will help it to take again confidence in him, to oblige it to fight to prove its innocence but especially to give again in Myriam a father in the place of the monster which his/her mother introduced into her life. The child is in great suffering: strolled of expert as an expert, subjected to the pressure by adults who excavate without scruple in his intimacy, changing several times of residence in the escape of her mother, it presents serious psychological disorders, sleeps very badly, hardly eats.
The procedures multiply in front of the courts. The partial decisions, the refusal of hearing of witnesses, the forgeries in writings, the disappearance of documents quickly make include/understand in Christian who the parental equality is not understanding of all. 6 years will have to be waited so that the mother is recognized guilty of libelous denunciation, psychiatric examination with the support. The father is not a incestuous pedophile. But Myriam always suffers in its body and its head. It obstinately refuses to see her father. At the point meets, after three years, a welfare officer declares that the father is dangerous and asks to suspend the visits. In front of the refusal of the judge to cut this last bond, the mother succeeds in fleeing once again abroad, in spite of several penal judgments for nonrepresentational of child. For two years Christian has not re-examined any more Myriam which is some share in Canada.
Stephan is 4 years old when his/her parents separate. The year according to, it spends its July with Vincent, his father, in his grandmother, in a small village to Province. In August, it embarks with his mother for the Middle East. It will never return. Its mom explains to him that his/her father was a dangerous monster that they must flee. She changes name twice, registers the child in a militant religious school. For Vincent, they will be 15 procedures in 2 years, without any result, owe always the same judge, in a country in war, moral exhaustion, the financial hemorrhage, the same excavations in the airport under monitoring. To live, it has had the every day to carefully save its forces not to lose the fragile one and essential balance between the combat for his son, with his necessary management of the emotion and the suffering, and the gestures of the daily newspaper, the emotional, professional and family life which continues despite everything, in spite of it, for these 4 years of silence in waiting of the return.
Alain, will have passed to him only two Father's Dies with his son. And when Alain will spend a few hours with his son in a horse-gear, under the eye sympathizer of a welfare officer, the week according to, a dedicated psychologist will remake the course, stop watch in hand, to reconstitute by anticipation a scene of crime which he complaint himself to imagine. The day when the mother decided to adapt the child completely, Alain realized that his parental rights, and its statute even of father was due only to only one word - that of the mother, who does not hesitate to denounce various and varied sex murders. The fifth Father's Day is immediately cancelled. The two experts psychiatrists made by the courts even refuse to speak to him. The mother is uncovered: she lied, she handled the child, Alain is bleached. In spite of the many warnings concerning the risks of escape abroad, one fine day, it quietly will leave France with the little boy of Alain. It was at a few days of the 6th Father's Day. Sunday, it would be 7th. No news, silence, nothing. With the last news, it would be some share in Iran.
The small Catherine was kidnapped at the two years age by her mom. Four years afterwards, it finds its dad and his French family. Object concerned returned in call, it will have to set out again in the country of its mom 4 years not to return never again later, to re-examine his/her paternal parents never again. To be sure to seize the small girl without any risk, the police force will put the father of Catherine, in detention for 28 hours, then she will seek the child by surprised in her large parents, without paper, clothing, luggage and the place for the night in a hearth of the ESA. The following day, Catherine leaves the French ground without to have been able to goodbye say neither to her dad, neither with her grandparents nor with her comrades of class. Goodbye? Not - good-bye bus for one year, it has been again the frightening silence of the telephones, the promises ever held of the politicians, the social rounds of the candidates in evil of ballot papers. For the father of Catherine, they will be 11 voyages towards the east, 11 complaints for nonrepresentational of child, 11 silences polished in the ministries. No the festival for this father.
Bernice and Sophie cry with each phone call of their dad, to return to France, to re-examine this father whom they miss and who survives the wire hours, in waiting to see two children getting out from a train or a plane, to run towards him and to throw themselves in its arms while shouting: "Dad!"
The years passed, Anna never returned. By tearing off it with half of its family, by breaking the image of his/her father by wretched charges, it is the childhood of his/her own child whom the mother mutilated. Today, Anna is an almost adult young woman. Every night, it swallows tablets to push back the memories of its past. To forget that it was forced to forget this father who, it never knows it, will not forget it.
There are several tens of years, of many children were high in the absence of a father missing in the warlike combat. With the wall, there was then a photograph of a posthumous hero smiling, of an imaginary father with whom one could speak in his dreams and which, some share was to take care his/her child - it was for him obvious. Today, for tens of thousands of children, the heroes of the family are replaced by monstrous creatures, whose only crimes can justify the absence.
How can one live and to grow with the appalling certainty to have been victim of his/her own relative, to be the child of the assassin of his childhood, when the history of the ogre becomes reality and that your own mother convinced you that it saw it devouring you? It is this question which must be put to the judges, to the psychologists, to the psychiatrists, to lawyers and to the political leaders! "Truth, veracity, felt...". If you speak as much about the word of the child, isn't this for better masking us his suffering and your incompetence to protect it?
Ladies, lawyers, until where do we have to allow you to take again lies when they are our children whom your speeches will mutilate? It is high time to question to us now on the word of all those which contributed to deprive in France, this Sunday June 20, of the fathers of their children. So that they wonder in their turn how confiscated children, orphan by their care, can they celebrate this day of the fathers!
Father's Day! No the Festivals for the DADS! Esa
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