Letty Cottin Pogrebin Quotes

As a child, I heard in my home doctors and ambulance men say, 'Mrs. Stewart, you must've done something to provoke him.' 'Mrs. Stewart, it takes two to make an argument.' Wrong. Wrong! My mother did nothing to provoke that - and even if she had, violence is never ever a choice that a man should make. Ever.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.

I punched my mother out once.

Men who have been raised violently have every reason to believe it is appropriate for them to control others through violence; they feel no compunction over being violent to women, children, and one another.

If family violence teaches children that might makes right at home, how will we hope to cure the futile impulse to solve worldly conflicts with force?

Those who are beaten become beaters.

I grew up with an extremely abusive father. As a mother, I wanted to protect my own children from exposure to violence. When I found out one of my daughters was in an abusive relationship, it broke my heart. Finally, she left him ?- but only after his abuse started spreading to the children.

Domestic violence and violence against women in general seems to be a big problem everywhere in the world. It seems to me this problem comes from stress, pent up anger, frustration, and all kinds of negativity within human beings.

I was exposed to violence while I was still in the womb - my father punched my mother in the stomach while she was pregnant with me.

Some studies have shown close to 70 percent of men who are in prison have one of two things in common: One, they can't read. And two, they witnessed violence or were victims of violence as a child. You would think that if you had seen your mother get beaten when you were 10 years old, you'd never raise your hand to a woman. Not true. The prospect that you will increases dramatically if you witness violence. So it's so much bigger than just about women. It's about our society. It's about our culture. It's about who the hell we are.

England is, after all, the land where children are beaten, wives and babies bashed, football hooligans crunch, and Miss Whip and Miss Lash ply their trade as nowhere else in the western world.

One of the most dangerous things that can happen to a child is to kill or torture an animal and get away with it.

My father used to beat me with his belt...while it was still on him.

She just kept hitting me in the head with her fists, over, and over and over.

Looks like she's been slapping the kid again.

Men are distinguished from women by their commitment to do violence rather than to be victimized by it.

You know, what we do know is that there is a high frequency of violence in the home of those who bully.

Mother beat the hell out of us. She'd have wild outbursts.

Most male victims of violence are the victims of other men's violence. So that's something that both women and men have in common. We are both victims of men's violence.

Attacking women and children was both wrong and counter—productive.

If we are to save our children then we must become people they will look up to. Children need heroes now more than ever because the poor children of this nation live with monsters every day. Monsters deprive them of heat in the winter, they don't fix their sinks and toilets, they let garbage pile up in their hallways, they kick them out of their homes, they beat them, shoot them, stab them-sometimes to death-they rape their bodies and their minds. Sometimes they lurk under the stairs. They scuttle around in the dark; you hear them in the walls gnawing, squeaking, occasionally biting a little finger.

This man who was my father's age hit me hard on my head when I was 17. I started bleeding. I took out my sandal and hit his head hard, and he started to bleed, too.

We recognize that violence is a learned behavior. One of the best classrooms for learning violence is in the home.

My mother was the most wicked mother ever seen in life when it came to beating. Oh-la-la! Every time I would say, 'This is the end of me.' Oh, how she would beat me.

I grew up as a boy with aggression.