On Mothers Day Kerrie Woodham does some strong writing on the suitability (or otherwise) for motherhood of a raft of women in New Zealand. She received some negative feedback from what would appear to be apologists (but they are, instead, activists – huh!!!) Instead of reacting to Kerrie’s condemnation of failing mothers, some of whom become child-abusers and even child-killers, they defended the legion of solo DPB mothers who ‘fall pregnant’ who are supposedly unable to do anything about it. (By the way, is that anything like falling out of a tree, or falling down an unseen step? I could probably do both if I were pissed, or befuddled by dope and maybe that’s the similarity?) Ok, so there ARE a large number of loving and caring mothers in New Zealand who are as appalled as anyone about the on-going litany of child abuse and child mortality by abuse, but it sickens me every day to think that there are people who live among and mix with those who can’t or won’t handle their parenthood, who can’t or won’t control their habits, and who can’t or won’t manage their personal relationships who continue to find reasons for these people’s inadequacies. Still, I can handle that just so long as they don’t make excuses for those among them who do the damage, because what is being done is inexcusable.
And thanks for your views, Kerrie- most in New Zealand agree with you.