“Gender theory” cannot account for reality very well. The primal scene of childhood violence described below offers a glimpse into childhood violence and “gender” of the sort that the universities don’t include in their curriculua.
The quotes of the child in the following text use
“misspellings” to indicate childish mispronunciations.
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FULL TEXT: The New York Tribune of yesterday says An
attempted child murder occurred in Port Jefferson, L. I., on Wednesday. The
would-be murderess is a little toddler of four years, while her victim breathed
its first a little over six months ago. The condition of the baby sister last
night was such that its recovery could not be assured, and should it live it
will be disfigured for life. On the west side of Port Jefferson Harbor stands a
small frame dwelling house occupied by Madison Lewis (colored), his wife and
three children, the oldest a boy of six years. Lewis is a laborer and leaves
home early every morning to work on one of the farms in the neighborhood. His
wife washes for the farmers. Early yesterday she left her infant sleeping in a
cradle in the bedroom. Outside her four-year-old daughter Lizzie, and her son
Henry were playing. After bidding them to take good care of the baby she
hurried on to her work Lizzie suddenly jumped to her feet and lisped : “Lets
till baby, will we?” [sic]
The little boy followed her into the house and into the room
where the baby was quietly sleeping. Placing a chair in front of a shelf on
which lay the knife that her father uses in dressing fish, Lizzie obtained it,
and toddled over to the side of the cradle, saying to Henry: “Watch me.” Lizzie
was laughing, while the boy, half frightened for fear she was in earnest,
said, “Don’t hurt her, Lizzie, or she’ll cry.” Reaching the cradle they both
stood by it watching the sleeping babe, when suddenly Lizzie’s arm was uplifted
and fell, the knife penetrating the infant’s eye. The blood spouted and the
baby screamed, while the boy, now thoroughly alarmed, rushed from the house
screaming and crying. Lizzie did not mind the blood, but as the baby screamed
and cried it seemed to add to her delight, and she kept on slashing and cutting
until satisfied, when she threw the knife into the cradle and started for the
yard.
Mrs. Lewis, who had been informed of the occurrence by her
son, hurried home. Lizzie met her at the gate, and clasping her little hands
together, on which were spots of blood, exclaimed: “Oh, mamma, dust see baby,
all tut up,” [sic] and she laughed and toddled into the room behind her mother, who,
when she gazed into the cradle and moved back the blood stained blanket,
realized the truthfulness of Lizzie’s words. Without waiting to question her
daughter, she clasped the little bleeding baby to her breast and hurried across
the street to a neighbor’s house and leaving the little sufferer to be cared
for hurried to the village for medical aid. The face was a mass of cuts and
stabs from which the blood was flowing. Lizzie has always evinced a hatred for
the baby, and frequently told her mother that it should be cut up.
[“Probable Murder By A Little Girl, - Deliberately Setting
Out to Kill Her Infant Sister.” Reading Tribune (Pa.), May 22, 1885, p. 1]
[1419-1/23/21]
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