After many years of bewilderment, 

over-whelming pain, and disgust from the blatant 

and heinous acts of my younger brother 

and only living sister… 

the two older brothers, who witnessed 

the hellish hand I was dealt, 

did not have the guts to stand for truth and speak up. 

I felt like I was in the twilight zone. 

My brothers abandoned ship.

They seemed to be totally oblivious 

to everything that they were eye-witnesses to.

They flipped the script and partnered with 

the silent thief, deceiver, destroyer, 

and murderer, Satan. 

At least, once I was able to 

pick my appalled face off the floor, 

that's what it felt like. 

I thought to myself, 

these men have naively fallen for 

the tricks of the enemy.

I felt like the following quotes of 

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 

were appropriate... 

for such a time as this:

"The hottest place in Hell 

is reserved for those who remain neutral 

in times of great moral conflict."

"Every man must decide whether he will

walk in the light of creative altruism 

or in the darkness of destructive selfishness."

"Nothing in all the world is more dangerous 

than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."

"If a man has not discovered something 

that he will die for, he isn't fit to live."

"The ultimate measure of a man 

is not where he stands in moments of comfort 

and convenience, but where he stands 

at times of challenge and controversy."

"The first question which the priest 

and the Levite asked was:

'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' 


the good Samaritan reversed the question: 

'If I do not stop to help this man, 

what will happen to him?'"

"He who passively accepts eviln is 

as much involved in it 

as he who helps to perpetrate it. 

He who accepts evil without protesting against it

is really cooperating with it."

"In the end, we will remember not the words 

of our enemies,

but the silence of our friends.”

"The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression 

and cruelty by the bad people, 

but the silence over that by the good people."

"There comes a time when 

silence is betrayal."

Where love, compassion, and support were 

so desperately needed, instead, 

I found myself on another battlefield. 


I wish I could answer that question intelligently. 

I wish I knew why so many people go sideways 

when death visits a family. 

Now, I am being accused, criticized, 

and lied on by the older brothers 

whom I looked up to and respected. 

Recently, the one brother that I thought I could trust to 

break my silence with, regarding a disturbing 

50 plus year old experience I encountered

has purposely broken the confidence.


For years I believed he was a high soul, 

a God-fearing man who was upright, 

trustworthy, fair, and guided by integrity. 

Obviously, his actions proved that he was unable 

to be who I thought he was... or needed him to be.

It is hard enough when one is attacked 

and conspired against by the enemy and the world, 

but when the fiery arrows come from those whom we love

and have bared our soul to... the hurt becomes magnified.

Betrayal is one of life's hardest blows. 

Jesus knew what betrayal felt like.


Jesus was betrayed into the hands of His enemies 

by Judas, 

for thirty pieces of silver, 

and Jesus was deserted by all the rest. 

The very people Jesus had helped, 

healed, fed, and encouraged cried… 


The very ones Jesus blessed… 

became His enemies.

Trust is the most vulnerable 

state of being. 

When we give it away... all our weaknesses are exposed 

to those who it has been given.

Betrayal is the vindictive violation of trust. 

A betrayal is an act of double-crossing another. 

The sting of betrayal can be dreadfully agonizing 

and become so embedded in our subconscious mind... 

that the betrayal may become too difficult to extract.

Betrayal is painful, but it can

also be a profound education.

Good results can come from less than good intentions

and become our blessings in disguise... 

and that rude awakening we so desperately needed.

Familial betrayal is probably the most 

agonizing kind of betrayal 

anyone can experience. 

What makes it so hurtful is the fact that our trust 

is violated by someone we never knew 

could do such a thing.

The one person whom I thought I could confide in, 

was actually hiding everything from me.

This particular brother, was like "a bolt from the blue"... 

without warning or reason...

he became verbally insulting and hurtful. 

His words, condescending tone, and actions 

were unexpected, and wicked.

My brother accused me, sentenced me, 

and nailed me to the cross without thinking about 

the awful accusations he was making … 

versus, what he actually knows to be true.

He abruptly and dramatically began venting 

hostile, harsh, uncaring, mean, 

destructive, hurtful, and baseless allegations.

It seemed as if he had harbored those thoughts 

for a while.

As he unleashed this cascade of slanderous remarks... 

it was as if the truth he knew… mysteriously vanished. 

He totally disregarded the truth and seemed quite 

locked into the lies and comfortable in doing so. 

The lies he was spewing seemed more welcomed 

than the truth, and he did not appear to be interested in 

considering the full ramifications of his rantings.

It left me wondering if his intention was to 

antagonize me, elicit a certain reaction from me, 

or seriously wound me by those 

painful and poisonous accusations. 

His choice of descriptors were venomous 

and certainly not indicative of the brother 

I thought I knew or wanted him to be.

After my brother finished speaking, 

I just stood there in shock and disbelief. 

I tried to see who was speaking through him. 

It was as if he had been taken captive 

by a strange force. He also seemed

as if he was finding solace in his attempts 

to torment and weaken my spirit.

Some demonic forces are notorious at

talking, taunting, tormenting, and intentionally 

hurling hurtful commens at others, and have no purpose 

other than, to insult, dishearten, or harm another 

with their ill-intentioned opinions and comments.


Thank God, I am rooted and grounded in God...

otherwise my brother's rantings would have had an 

opportunity to possibly dictate and define 

my reactions and behavior. 

By the grace of God, my self-worth 

is not defined by a worldly approval rating.

I've also come to realize that the best way to end 

an argument is often by refusing to engage

in an argument. That's it... period.