Now up until this point I thought that it was all a bad dream, and I was about to tell me dad off, after all I still had a good one hour's sleep. I open my mouth to winge, and he cuts me off.
'Get up, get dressed now! We are going to pick up your mother, she is in trouble.'
'What?!' says I. 'What the fuck happened, is she in an accident? Is he okay?'
Dad starts screaming something incoherently, the key phrases that I managed to catch in my 2hr sleep deprived mind were 'harrassed', 'threatened' and 'my son becoming a paraplegic'. 'Paraplegic son'? Thought I, since it's just me and my sister, and I seem to be walking fine, you could imagine my confusion. Anyway, I start getting dressed, and my dad does the same.
'We are going to the police' he yells at me, so I make sure that I put on some nice clothes (after all we are appearing in public and tracky dacks aren't something I like wearing outside of sport, or the house). About this time my mind has caught up. Someone has threatened my mother with hurting me.
'Okay dad, slow the fuck down and tell me what happened again. I am half asleep and fuck me but this isn't the way I thought I would be waking up today.'
'Your cousin Harry showed up to your mother's work.' He began. 'He told her that he holds her responcible for all the bad things that have happened to him and his family, he accuses her of being a witch, and said that if she doesn't stop it, he would paralise you.'
Okay first of all, my mother is ultra-religious, she isnt' a fundie, in the sense that she pushes her beliefs on everyone, she believes in the word of the bible, but doesn't mind when I talk about evolution, being a good Greek Orthodox and only drawing the line with Christ and the reserection. And I can't falt her for it, she never had an education. My dad knows that I am not, and he is cool with it (he thinks it's a scam). However the sheer ludiocracy of someone accusing my mother of practising the 'dark arts' is just plainly mind-boggling.
First thing I do is calm my dad the fuck down (he is scary when angry), and then we go get mum. I find her at work, in the tea room balling her eyes out. I get her boss, tell him that we really need to get her to the police so that she can file a report, and he agree's and offers to testify saying that he did see someone talking to my mum in the parking lot (while she was in her car), that doesn't work there.
My mother's testimony is as follows;
This all started 20 odd years ago before I was born (I am 23 in October) in Greece. My mother and father were staying at my father's parents place for Easter, and so was my father's eldest brother's family (Harry's family). My aunty's rings went missing, she blamed my mum as a thief and said that she was a witch that was cursing her. Now mind you that even in Greece these kind of allegations, even back then, were considered insane. My mother pointed out, that she had neither the opportunity nor the inclination to steal from her. And add to the fact that my sister at the time was 3, and loved shiny gold ring's (still does if the thruth is to be told), and she could have picked them up without realising that she shouldn't. My mother offered to by my aunty new rings.Mum wrote:On the 06/08/03 at 5:50 am at the rear parking at work (********** Censord ******) I had parked my car in the 3rd space, and I was sitting inside the car. People were walking past to go to work. Someone tapped the car window. I opened the door and a man greeted me, I did not recognize who he was.
Harry: Don’t you recognize me?
Maria: No
Harry: Don’t you remember me?
Maria: No
Harry: Think about it.
Maria: I don’t recognize you.
Harry: Has so much time past that you don’t recognize me?
Maria: Perhaps if you take off your beanie? (He did not do this)
Harry: I’m Harry, you don’t remember me?
Maria: I thought maybe Con. {his brother there are three of them all up}
Harry: Do you know why I am here?
Maria: No.
Harry: I am here to tell you to stop the fucking weird witchcraft!
Maria: What witchcraft?
Harry: The witchcraft that you do that has destroyed us. I have come to tell to stop your witchcraft!
Maria: I have not done anything to anyone. I have not come to your home, I have not seen you, nor have I followed any of you. And why have you followed me?
Harry: Stop your witchcraft! From today I take responsibility to stop you from doing witchcraft. If you don’t stop I will do bad things to you and your family. Do you want your son to be a paraplegic for the rest of his life and you will have to look after him for the rest of his life! I’m warning you!
Maria: I will call the police and you can deal with them.
Harry: Fuck them, fuck you and your family.
He had a menacing tone throughout the conversation. He then left. He was seen by my boss Phillip.
I was shaking all over. I could not work. I called my husband and my son and they came and got me from work.
I am very concerned about the safety of myself and my children. He must have followed me to know where I work because I have not had contact with them for over 20 years. There has been bad blood between the families since they accused me of witchcraft over 20 years ago.
I am concerned that he will also follow my children and do harm to them. I want my family to be safe, my children, my husband and my daughter’s fiancé.
I am worried that he blames me for everything that has gone wrong in their family and that he may follow me to work again.
She refused, saying that she had visited a psychic that told her that my mum was the cause of her troubles already. Well gee bitch, why didn't you ask for next weeks lotto numbers instead? Anyway since that time 20 years ago, we have had a grand total of 8 contacts with my dad's brother and his family. Count them folks, 8 in 20 years. 8 too many if you ask me.
Steve (Harry's older brother) got married, and then divorced. My mum was blamed for 'cursing' them, hell I don't see how that is possible since we never new he was married until we heard he got divorced. I mean we want nothing to do with them.
My aunty (who shall from now on be refered to as 'the whore') got dignosed with cancer. Yep you guessed it folks, my mum is just 1337 with those MAD cursing skills.
Harry got married and we were once again not invited to the wedding, oh well, care factor? Double fucking dounut.
Now out of the blue, Harry appears at my mum's place of work (which is amazing in its self, since he doesn't know where my mum works, or evernt that she works at all), and tell's her that she is ruining their lives? Even odds gets you that Harry's wife left him. And who could blame her?
Now in one of those 8 contacts Harry offered to 'play fight' with me. I was 14, and he was 24. This was after I totally canned his ass in a debate over politics, and he started screaming at me saying that 'I was only 14 and I didn't know shit', well no motherfucker I knew more than you since I won the debate. Anyway, sure why not a bit of play fighting, nice way to kill some time.
Anyway, he was bigger, but stupid and I was very good at Martial Arts at the time, and kept him on his ass for most of the fight. He then punched me in the balls. I lost it. I grabed hold of one of his ears, twisted and pulled. Split the top part off from his head. Elbowed him in the throat, and that started kicking him when he was on the ground.
In short, I could kick his ass 10 years ago, and I can still kick his slimy fat ass today. I do not fear him. However like a true bully he goes to the weakest in the herd, my mother. Had he said this shit to my dad, my dad would be in jail for murder right now. Had he said this shit to my sister, Harry would be in hospital and she would be suing for harrassment. Had he said this to me ... well look above.
I managed to talk my dad out of going over to abuse his brother. I told him that since we don't know where Harry now lives, we gave the police Harry's parents address to which to issue the Intervention papers (sort off like a restraining order), so they will be knocking on his door shortly, and they could find out that way. I explained that they can found out about their son's behaivour in the cruelest possible way, since I want nothing to do with them.
However, all that was to stop my father from doing anything stupid.
If the whore's son's (any of them) ever come withing twenty fucking meters of my mother. I will end them. I will fucking end them.
You don't mess with a Greek man's mother. I will fucking kill them.
I am very fucking angry at the moment.
), I know I'd go into full-on ROB SMASH mode pretty damn quick. The perils of being an Italian son...
Holy shit..
