Gila K. Berryman

I Served the Man Who Beat My Mother

My stepfather Yisroel is a pious Jew. He would never desecrate the Shabbes by striking a match or switching on a light. Except, one Friday night when I was 10 years old, a year before my brother was born, he ripped an entire bedside lamp out of the socket and threw it at my mother. The lamp missed her head. My mother swayed and lost her footing, she stumbled backwards into the corner. Yisroel then picked up one of his weekday shoes from beside the bed and hurled it at her.

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