Monthly Archives: December 2020

Carlsbad Caverns, New Mexico. January 1982

It was hot and dry and the sun was blinding. We had been riding in the white station wagon across the New Mexican desert like a moth flickering in a mirage. The red burnt mountain range and scrubby chaparral flickered by the car window and the white clouds billowed against the blue sky that never ended.

We were finally there. Our field trip.

The tires crunched over the gravel rocks and rolled to a halt. The air conditioned wagon was a cocoon against the elements, but I wanted to stretch my legs. Plus the car was crammed now with me and my sister and mother and now she had the Indian Lady in the front seat holding an infant and her two kids plus my orange tabby cat, Picky Picky and our puffy white terrier dog Sugar. Picky purred on my lap but I put him in the far back on the blankets back there that was our bed. We were going on an adventure.

Terry and Kenny and my other two sisters were in the moving truck and they were ready to explore.

Mom said she and her new Indian friend with the baby were going to wait in the car because she had just had a baby and wasn’t up for a walking trip into the caverns and they would stay in the wagon and talk and keep the A/C on for Picky Picky and our dog Sugar.

We went in with our tour guide, the Arizona Man who was really excited and started rambling about how old the caverns were and the area was sacred and this entire place used to be under the ocean.

We filed down with the other tourists into the winding trail into the yawn of the mountain and down and down into the hole that looked like a gaping mouth ready to gobble us up.

We went into the darkness with the other tourists and it got cooler and dark, a vampire’s lair waiting for the day’s new catch.

The jagged spikes were razor sharp icilcle teeth out of a folktale, glittering with their shadows throwing long dark shadowy spikes against the walls with the underground lights, they were ready to eat naughty children and trap them down there forever.

We had a real tour guide who spoke about the differences between a stalactite hanging from the ceiling like white bats and a stalagmites which grew up out of the ground like ghosts rising from the dead.

The Arizona Man whispered to us as we stood there, learning about this ancient cave which gobbled up tourists daily.

We were in the mouth of the Devil.

Mom And Dad Wedding Photo / Maureen Smith McGovern and Donald McGovern

I was doing some online research and came across this.

I’ve never seen a wedding photo of them, I don’t have any pictures of my parents from that era.

I think they got married in 1975 in Malibu. I was at the wedding as a flower girl but don’t have any photos.

How To Defeat Monsters

So proud of myself for publishing my difficult & horrific child sex crimes story. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve been through some horrific ongoing abuse. People & institutions I trusted ruined my life on purpose for their own gain, they gaslit me, exploited me, attacked me & my credibility, ruined my livelihood and self made successful pet sitting business and acting career, but at the end of the day, my story reveals them for who they are. They tried to silence & ruin me but they were defeated & exposed for who they are. I started this journey to find the men who sexually assaulted me and tortured me when I was a child, and tell the story of the celebrity pedophile who stalked me sexually when I was a child & the media & politicans who protected him, and what I uncovered showed that the people in law enforcement & media & politicians turned out to be worse than the actual child rapists/pedophiles. My story is a triumph because I showed the world how monsters & child rapists are allowed to flourish and win in this world. Our politicans and law enforcement and media helped them. If you are silent in the face of oppression you are on the side of the oppressor.

I was not silenced. You did not win

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