JAF0V...
Posted on 12/15/2011 10:12:32 PM PST by ConservativeStatement
A South St. Paul woman who beat her 8-year-old daughter in front of her St. Paul classmates on the last day of school was sentenced Wednesday to 15 days in jail.
Socorro Eaton, 27, must report to the Ramsey County workhouse Dec. 27, Judge Margaret Marrinan ordered. A jury convicted her Oct. 27 of gross misdemeanor malicious punishment of a child.
The case arose from an incident on June 14, the last day of school at Bruce Vento Elementary in St. Paul.
The girl had told her mother that she needed to bring a bag of art supplies to class. But since it was the final day, her mother doubted there would be an art project.
She told a St. Paul police sergeant after the incident, "I told her, 'If you lying, I will f--- you up.' "
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What’s even goofier is that one “Jesse Jackson” commenter on the original publisher is blaming — get this — global warming!
Loathsome sow. (Her, not you.)
Can you imagine what this child endures at home?
Saw that, I guess its official, blaming Bush43 for everything is out of fashion.
You’d think if the ghetto-mom suspected her daughter was mistaken about needing the art kit, she’d have called the school herself to verify it, before getting stupid belligerent with the kid. It’s like to her the kid is a noisome burden only to be tolerated for the sake of the state bennies.
If someone is stupid enough to attack a child at school in the classroom, 1- she is no mother, and 2- she is way beyond too stupid to check with the school. Just a bully bigger than the child. Nothing more.
you don;’t beat 8 year olds with your fist...and for damn sure not in public...makes u wonder what she does in private
u spank kids...hopefully with a paddle or belt or yardstick/paint stirrer and not your hand..according to Bible anyhow...sorta depending on which Hebrew translator u use on the word we call “rod”...to them it means from wood or a branch..maybe..sorta...whatever
some never need it...some need lots..some it doesn’t cure them it just stops it then
funny...most moms I see today are soft as putty...except with their subservient husbands they drive everywhere whom they leer over like feudal serfs
they usually just tell the kid what they “are gonna do to them”...yet they just talk
I’m old school...I will fire em up...they know that..and they still adore me..as did i my old now long gone dad
they got bosomy cuddly warm mommy for all that touchy feely I skinned my knee stuff..I’m the hammer...somebody has to be
Agreed, growing up, just the THREAT of a spanking was usually enough for me, though looking back I must admit the few times I did get it, it was well deserved. But my beloved parents used it only as a last resort and with the utmost restraint.
While I agree with all of that (”Spare the rod...”), this little girl did nothing to deserve a spanking, much less a punch. I cannot tell you how angry it makes me to consider if this were my little girl, the apple of my eye.
These are the folks that keep Child Protective Services in business!
I believe parents should be allowed to administer corporal punishment, but there is something wrong with someone who hits their children with their fist.
In my family, we view our corporal punishment we received as children with a large degree of humor.
My mom used to use the belt when she administered corporal discipline. We were all sure that she would do it if she threatened, since we all thought her sanity hung by a thread anyway (six kids, all a year apart, father at sea for eight months at a time) When she used the belt on us, it stung...she used it with purpose. My dad was another story altogether.
My father, when forced to discipline us by our mother (”Go to your room...you father will deal with you when he gets home...”) would use psychological warfare on us.
We could hear him come home...the adult voices talking downstairs, then...the long, slow footfalls up the stairs accompanied by the noisy unbuckling of the belt and the slooshing sound of it being withdrawn from the belt loops.
Then, for added effect, he would double the belt on itself and snap it. He would do this two or three times, it would emit a loud snap, not unlike that of either a belt hitting flesh, or a hangman’s trapdoor slamming open.
He would come in, lecture us in a deep,threatening voice about the transgression, all the while advancing towards with the belt.
He would usually take about four or five swings as you squirmed around, mostly landing glancing blows. Rarely did he make real stinging contact. My mother was much more accurate and painful. She was very quick to anger, but very quick to cool as well.
But we feared my dad the most. It was not The Belt we feared, it was The Ring. He saved the ring for those times when the punishment was on the fly...when the transgression occured under his watch, usually after repeated warnings.
He would advance closely...speaking low and threateningly, sometimes with his hand pulled back as if he was going to backhand you, which he never did.
The discipline would go something like this...
DAD: “What did I tell you about hitting your sister...?” (advances slowly)
ME: “T..to not to...” (backing slowly)
DAD: “Did you hear what I told you, you dumb bunny...?) (Hand is now raised slightly facing you...clearly visible is the back of his hand and...the red stone on his Holy Cross Class Ring that he got when he graduated from his V12 program as a young ensign in the spring of 1945. That was The Ring. Additional note: My dad very, VERY rarely swore at us...we laugh at the “Dumb Bunny” thing and we don’t understand it and it seems hilarious now, but...faced with the ring, it sounded like the Declaration of Doom.)
ME: “Yes...yes...”
DAD: “Yes WHAT?”
ME: “Yes SIR.”
DAD: “When I tell you what to do, you LISTEN to me.”
This was followed by two or three ineffectual and easily dodged cuffs by him that completely missed the mark. Then he would stand off to the side and allow you to pass while he stood still.
It was at this point when danger was highest. There was nothing you could do but walk by and not look back. You knew it was coming. Sometimes he didn’t do it, just to throw you off. But usually he got you with The Ring.
As you walked by and exposed the back of your head, he would whip out his hand in a light backhand motion and ping you on the back of the skull with the stone of that ring...and sometimes it really smarted.
My dad was a gentle man, and I know he loved us dearly. We were all petrified of him, of disappointing him or crossing him was something we all avoided at all costs. He was all bluster...we looked at my mom out of the corners of our eyes when she was on the warpath, but...we knew he would never deliberately hurt us. He just wanted to scare us.
When my dad passed away, I had custody of the ring. When we went down to Arlington National Cemetery to bury him, I wore that ring, just that once. In my grief, it must have slipped off of my finger. I lost it and never found it. I searched my house and belongings for a year, but never found it. I suppose someone down in Arlington will find a Holy Cross class ring with a red stone someday, and they will wonder about the man who wore it.
If I could have one thing, out of all the things that I have that were his, I wish I had not lost his ring.
JAF0V...
You would not believe how much of this is going on. This is part of the reason that particular cultural group is incredibly violent.
From this POS Facebook page:
“About Socorro
It’s my birthday party! Lovely Louie V. cake from my big sister.
It’s all about me and my friends and family!I have four children Imani 9, Jalaya 7,and my twins Evette and Everett are 3 years old. I am in a relationship with my children father, and we have been together for about four and a half years.Sorry to all my Chi.Town friends just living and not saying good bye.Well Iam in Minnesota now and its nice.(Not the cold ass winter).”
Sadly, there are 4 kids... And there is a picture of a girl, her daughter, that looks to be 8 years old.
“yardstick/paint stirrer and not your hand..according to Bible anyhow”
If thy child doth transgress, do not tarry to bring forth thy paint stirrer so that thee may bringest the smacketh down upon thy wayward child.....Duet 88:7
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