"You are getting close to the truth, Ushi," I said. "She was abused by three uncles simultaneously and later her own mother. Her father stood impotently aside, unable to help, and thereby abetted rape. Every Wednesday her father and mother would leave the house to let the rape proceed, and later only her father would leave."

      "She told you all that?"

      "She did so reluctantly, Ushi. It took her a long time to get to it, but she did tell me the entire ugly story."

      "Wow, Peter! That's amazing. But are you surprised that such things happen, and that a victimized person is ashamed to even talk about it? The whole world says that top-down vertical domination is the way to go. We do it politically. We do it militarily. We do it financially. We do it ideologically. We do it in every perceivable aspect, and it is all a form of rape."

      "That's what I told Anton. I pointed out to her that Russia has been under this yoke for a thousand years already. The only difference that I can see is that Anton has been hit with sexual rape in addition to all the other forms of rape, and this right at the home that should have been a sanctuary of security from it."

      Ushi suggested that my exposing to her of the Byzantine model might have stirred up a lot of dormant feelings, without her even recognizing the connection.

      "The awakening may have come later," I said to Ushi. "The pain always comes first. And she did feel that pain again. I stirred it up. How could I have known what lay in her background?"

      "Can you imagine the 'torture' she may have felt when being subjected to such intense domination that leaves a person no way out? She had felt the full weight of the doctrine of the 'right of kings' within the closeness of her own family."

      "The family that should have been a sanctuary uplifted by love, had turned her days of growing up into a night of hopelessness, not just a nightmare, Ushi, that goes away in the morning. It blackened her life with inescapable forces that were demanding her subjection. We can't imagine what it must be like to be robbed of one's opportunity to love," I said. "She must have felt in those days that her very soul was torn out of her by having to perform on command as a sacrificial resource for the elation of others."

      "If you love her, Pete," said Ushi, "as you evidently do, you must help her, gently, to free herself from the darkness of her past. What she evidently needs most, is to become proud of herself again as a human being, and most of all as a woman, which she is, to the point that she can love herself again freely out the riches of her own being, and others on the same platform."

      Ushi added that the worst abuse she could personally imagine was the abuse of ones love. "I have always loved my father. I can't imagine what it would have done to me to see this love betraying me."

      "Her father had no choice," I interjected. "He was forced to comply to the uncles wishes."

      "Then he was raped too, upon the soul. That must have hurt Anton even more," said Ushi.

      "Anton knew what that was like. She knew if from feeling impotent herself. The physical rape probably was secondary to that."

      "The physical rape was violence nevertheless," said Ushi, "whether it was violently inflicted or not. She appears to have suffered this violence and can't talk about it as freely as she might like to, to free herself from it. What she suffered was probably the worst kind of domestic violence possible, the violence of a betrayed love. That's a crime against humanity and civilization. But how can we help her to get her life back? The rape is history. It's water under the bridge."

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Stories about  Love from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche