Little Ahziya Drew Osceola. Whom we all somehow failed.
Dead little Ahziya Drew Osceola, who was reported missing and was searched for until that search was called off because he was found in his father's laundry room in a toy box stuffed into some trash bags.
Dead little three year old forty pound Ahziya Drew Osceola who had been previously brought to the attention of authorities four times due to suspected abuse, but who was never rescued because his caregivers somehow succeeded in convincing investigators otherwise by using the "this boy is clumsy" excuse ... with stories ranging from falls in bathtubs, falls off a toilet, falls onto a wooden bed frame, and rough play with kids.
Dead little three year old forty pound Ahziya Drew Osceola who had a pancreas broken in three places and a torn liver to deal with in the hours before his death ... alone ... without the benefit of modern medicine to attempt to save his young life.
The investigation is ongoing and will likely drag on for some time, seeing as how there are too many potential culprits -- a father, a stepmother, a mother, a grandmother, older siblings, etc etc. And all that "family" and yet no one that could spare this child from his torment.
I know that it's no longer polite to bring up forced sterilization as punishment (it's a gateway idea into eugenics ... which Hitler kind of co-opted so it's now untouchable as a suggestion) ... but I'll be damned if people like this should *ever* be allowed to procreate again.
My heart aches for Ahziya. My mind can't comprehend how so many opportunities to rescue him ended up going nowhere. My blood boils to think of those responsible.
Someone please tell me that there's a special place in the afterlife for children like this so that they can be pain free and are able to regain their innocence. Someone please tell me that the words of Martina McBride in Concrete Angel apply. Someone please tell me that his death will save others at risk of being broken hearts that the world forgot ...
Through the wind and the rain [he] stands hard as a stone
In a world that [he] can't rise above
But [his] dreams give [him] wings and [he] flies to a place
Where [he's] loved ... concrete angel
MY HEART ACHES ... MY BLOOD BOILS:
http://www.sun-sentinel.com/local/broward/hollywood/fl-hollywood-parents-of-dead-boy-court-20150326-story.html
MY MIND CAN'T COMPREHEND HOW MANY TIMES WE ALL FAILED HIM:
http://www.sun-sentinel.com/opinion/editorials/fl-editorial-ahziya-gs0327-20150326-story.html
IN MEMORY OF AHZIYA DREW OSCEOLA:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtNYA4pAGjI
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