In October of 2018, I brought to your attention, via a true story, my narrow escape from becoming a victim of a well-known Pedophile, who have been raking havoc within the Kingstown area. His name was Mr. Millington. I almost become a victim, when I, at a tender age, left my parents home unsupervised by an adult and went to the St. Vincent and the Grenadines traditional morning festival: Nine Mornings.
Had it not been for the intervention of the fervent prayer of a dying mother; who went onto her knees and did not move from that posture, until I returned to the safety of her arms; along with an earlier confrontation by my father that put the predator in check and the grace of God, that aid me to escaped the dirty engagement of the pedophile. Had it not been for the combinations of the above; my life would have been forever different today, and so would have been all of my experiences.
I was four years, eleven months old, when I was enrolled and began school, as a student at the Kingstown Methodist School, My first day, my first week at school was a disaster; however, it started out quite well. I had my little school uniform, blue short-sleeve, button down shirt, and a karkie short pants, with a pee hope to aid unsupervised urinating without spill accident. I also had a nice little book bag, with one big line exercise book and one small exercise book; I also had a new "New Nelson West Indian Reader." The book featured Master Willie, Mother Hen and Percy the Chuck.
My mother had been speaking to me about school for a month or so. She excitedly said things like, “you are a big boy now; you will be going to school soon.” I liked the fact mother was happy when she expressed the thought, I was a big boy and if going to school meant, I was a big boy; which made mother happy, then I am in. At that age, my sisters Clair was in high School, and my other sisters Charmaine and Andrea were still in school, I could recalled they were students of the Kingstown Methodist School.
So I should have understood, what was required. But the reality was, I did not. My mother proudly dressed me in my uniform; the proud and dignified Mrs. Palmer took me to school, I clearly did not know that my mother was going to hand me over to some strange lady. then abandoned me in this strange environment.
Mother handed me over to Miss Velma Jackson, who put me to sit in the class with a big group of other children. Children I did not know, or care to know. Mother, looked at me with pride in her eyes, proud of my conduct, then she wave good bye to me. After which, Mother turned off and left. I honestly couldn't believe, my dear mother, who always told me she loved me, was going to abandoned me in this noisy building, with a strange woman I did not know and a group of children I did not care to know.
Well, not a totally strange woman, for I have seen Mother visiting, this women on her job and speak to her, some months before. Mother often took me to the school with her, and speak to Mrs. Jackson in order to get me accustom to the environment and the lady, who will have care and custody of me, upon enrollment. At least in the initial stages. However, I was always on the look out for my favorite sister Charmaine. I never ever got to see Charmaine because she was in a class on the upstairs. However, Andrea was in class next to the walkway and I always saw her. This was my mother's way of preparing me for my new environment.
How am going to get home, is she ever coming back for me. I totally forgot that I had two older sisters that attend the same school. I honestly do not remember what thoughts I had, but my mother was leaving me alone. I had never been left alone with anyone outside of my immediate family before. Now I am being handed over and was being left with a stranger.
This could not be good, my response was to cry, sorry not cry, I ball for my mother, I attempted to go in pursuit of my mother, but I was blocked by Miss Jackson my first teacher. This made matters worse. My mother came back, all heartbroken because, she has never heard me cried with such deep sorrow and desperation before.
Miss. Jackson who was an experience teacher, told my mother: go Mrs. Palmer, he will eventually stop crying. apparently, Miss. Jackson, had dealt with children like me, who had separation anxiety. This went on for a few days, with no relenting. Then my father suggested that my big brother Albert "Skipper" Palmer take me to school, at least, Albert was a teacher, he will know how to better deal with me, after a while I settled in and was ok.
I was still insecure about being away from home and my mother. One day, I went to the boy’s toilet to urinate, I saw Winston Knights, in the boys toilet at the filthy urinal urinating. I knew Winston because, he was the New addition to the Knights family. The Knights was our neighbor and he was their grandson. I was very good friends with Winston’s cousins, with whom I played together and had lots of fun every day.
When I walked into the toilet I saw Winston standing at the Urinal, We were in the same age group. The other people who were using the urinal with him, had left the urinal and the toilet yet he was still there; when I got into the toilet, he was still there, when I got to the urinal, he was still there, when I began to urinate and when I was finished he was still there.
I was not old enough neither was I experience enough to know that this behavior was not normal. Then Winston looked over at me and he said, would you like me to show you something, you have never seen before. I didn't know what he was speaking of. I wondered, what could Winston show me that I don't know or have never seen before. The reality was, at that stage, the level of my knowledge, my experience and at my age, there were many things I did not know and have never seen before. But both Winston and I were in the same age group, we were supposed to know just about the same things.
However, I told Winston yes. Immediately; Winston, without any apprehension, or hesitation and with the courage of an adult; walked over to me, took his hands, held my penis, in a manner that triggered an erection. I was shocked, and he was correct, at this stage of my life, I did not know that was possible. Up to this point in my life, I thought an erected penis was only possible, in the morning, when one awoke, and the penis loses its stiffness after urinating. Then Winston said to me, “have you ever seen that before?” I said no.
I was fascinated with this boy’s knowledge, how did he know this, I asked myself. This little kid had a new suggestions he said, let's touch penis together. I did not know what was supposed to happen, so I turned to face him and he took his penis and touch my penis. Then he asked, have you ever done that before I said no. I was unsure about all these new things but the way Winston was casual and his confidence, about what he was asking me to do; I got the impression: this was something, he did every day, I thought this was all normal behavior that people did ever day, but I did not know about it.
All this time, we we're still in the urinating position with our penis through the little pee hole in our pants. Then the kid had another suggestion; he said, pull down your pants and turn around, this suggestion was a stretch. So I said what you are going to do. It was then Winston boldly and casually, said, I am going to put my penis into your bottom. I was five years old, and I have never heard of this before. The five year old said those words so casually and boldly, like this was something he did all the time, something; I should have been doing all my life; the only thing was, I have never heard of this before.
Immediately, I knew this was something I did not want to do. I said to the disgusting five year old, I don't want to do that. I quickly slipped my penis back into my pants via the little pee-hole that was neatly cut into an infant male pants to help them with easy bathroom access; and I ran out of the toilet immediately.
From that day, each time I had to use the bathroom, I first peeped into the bathroom, to see if Winston was in the toilet. If he was in the toilet, which he was most of the time, I urinated against the wall outside the bathroom. Because Winston’s seems to always be in the boys toilet, the wall outside the toilet became my new urinal.
Later that day; when I reached home, and my best friend came by to play, I told him what happened, he was just as naive as I was. So I asked him if he would like me to show him, he said yes. So I proceeded to show him. After I demonstrated the occurrence to my friend, sharing with him my new knowledge, it was time to move forward, with life. I have never shared this experience, with anyone but my childhood friend; to whom I demonstrated the events to.
In my life I have had two other older boys try to take homosexual advantage of me. Even before I was old enough to enter school, These were older, trusted family friend or family. Although, I was not sexually violated, the actions they took amount up to crimes and it burned a scar into my memory. I have never for one day forget these event. and every detail is clearly burnt on the chambers of my mind.
The two older, trusted boys, realize I was trusting and a child steep in naivety. one of them was my favorite cousin Henry "Five-O Palmer, who was much older than I was, and the other person was Steve Harry, the grandson of Rose Dounce, a family friend. However, their actions amounts up to a sexual assault; and I thank Yahweh who kept me from being buggered.
Now that I understand the seriousness of homosexuality, it would have been easier and more acceptable to me, for those guys to have murder me in cold blood. Although I was not buggered by any of these guys, or anyone for that fact, I hate these guys with a deadly passion. For they have, betrayed my trust in them, they betrayed my friendship and they have betrayed my family confidence. But what is worst they try to destroy my life; by expressed to me, the greatest degree of hate, one human can expressed to another.
What they tried to do to me, was to condemn me to eternal death. I thank and I praise Yah, for loving me so much that he protected and preserved me from the demons that possessed these people.
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