Life behind Claire's eyes is unfair, almost torture. Her life is based on one thing: Gymnastics. There's no turning around or bailing out. It's terrifying for her because she is also suffering from a heart disease, and she could collapse any minute. When she gets accepted into The USA Gymnastics Academy, her goal is to qualify for the Olympics, but she's not sure if she really wants to, or if its actually her mother who wants her to.
Claire is left in the middle of her decision when she meets Robert, Robert Blake. He shows her how to have fun, and how to live like a teenager is supposed to live. She realizes that he is all she thinks about. But her disease comes in the way of their relationship, and she might never see Robert again.
Today the Irish Government on behalf of her People issued an apology to the women enslaved in Magdelene Laundries since the 1930's Now they have a chance of being recognized as people , girls . women who were used as chatles , lived in penury , were subjected to humiliation and de-personification and the vilest punishments for trivial offenses at the hands of Nuns - In the Name of God.
These are too painful to recount .
But consider the following :
The plot where they were buried was sold to a developer , the bodies were exhumed . There were more bodies than they had accounted for on their books . One body was headless. Another had a plaster cast still on for a fractured arm. They were buried as they died , some curled up like animals in hibernation.Some had their hands tied behind their backs
Yet ! No coroner came to investigate the additional corpses. No investigation of the headless corpse . Who were these remains . Who lived in these bodies . What were their names .No DNA testing was carried out .
None of this mattered because today's apology is as vacuous as it is cynical . It is a ruse to silence these women for good- Pay the 30 shillings - Close the mindset of the debtors yard , the beatings ,the enforced wearing of soiled underwear on their heads , for wetting the bed , broken bits of a cup hung from their necks as punishment for breaking the cup.
I too benefited from the misfortune , the odious torture which these girls/ women were subjected to
I plead innocence like everyone else.
I was employed by the nuns in the South West, where , by some arrangement which the Nuns of St Catherine's had with the laundry , we had our white coats cleaned initially , then whole bags of washing done for a pittance.
I suspect that we suspected there was something very wrong going on . I recall the look of mute terror on the face of the petrified country…
Ongemang the ocean the tidal waves roared
ond once again i losian myself ond losian the fæger momment
I neahly losian my balance but i back up
i gongan ongean to the house
today is done tomorrow awaits~!!