Family

Shame isn’t a quiet grey cloud, shame is a drowning man who claws his way on top of you, scratching and tearing your skin, pushing you under the surface. 
― Kirsty Eagar, Raw Blue

This week we saw courage under the worst fire; a woman baring her shame to the world in an arena sworn to brotherly secrecy, more than half giving lip service to her pain.  There was prejudgment in the highest court of the land. Her fear was real, threats to her own life as well as her family, then the ultimate expression of her shame.  The long stride she took out of her comfort zone was altruistic, driven by a strong personal code of ethics and integrity that powered her resolve.  She unlocked the rusty lock on her heart and turned courageously into the maelström. Under fire she remained graceful, authentic, and by doing so, was able to expose her trauma and shame, her crippling secret. May she find recovery and peace.

I won’t share too much about how I thought the other party reacted,  except to say his responses under oath were at best defensive. Outrage coursed through his body as he ferociously denied all claims, and I found his frequent tongue in cheek  ironic. His behaviour was shameful, far beneath expectations of someone applying for the highest legal role in the country, and  belied his innocence.  We will see what further evidence reveals as the next week unfolds.