“And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath; but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.” Ephesians 6:4
By Riley J. Hood—Milwaukee County Constitution Party
My father walked out on my mother, my brother Tim, my sister Mary and me on Christmas Day 1968. I have never seen him since. I was three, almost four, Tim just turned three and Mary turned two the day after Riley D. Hood left his family.
After that we went to move into welfare housing, where certain males wanted to pimp my mother, and I was singled out for retribution for offenses I didn’t even know about. In kindergarten, going to and from school was literally running the gauntlet, and after getting beat up every day, then I started fighting. I fought every day, and then I got in trouble with the left- wing pansies at school and with my mother, every day. On that basis, the Milwaukee County took custody of Tim, Mary and me, and placed us in foster homes.
I was in “foster-care” until 1975, the first time. Most homes were physically abusive, if you didn’t pick up all the dog turds in the yard, you went to bed hungry. I was locked in the closet in one home. Then there were the whippings, usually with a belt or a “pidda” and sometimes getting hit with frying pans, tea kettles etc. This was usually in response to situation in the school, but not always. In every single foster home, the natural children asserted themselves by blaming you for their misdeeds, etc. They found out quickly, just how far they could count on your second class status as a foster child. Their motivations came out of their own mouths, “you shouldn’t be here,” and “you should have been aborted.” In 1976, I lived with my mother for two years, she was abusive, and mentally ill. By that time, I was big enough were I could defend myself from physical abuse. I d lost respect for adults, and I had gotten pretty good at fighting. In 1978 I was sent to juvenile detention, then to a group home, then to a foster home, and that cycle repeated for a few more years. I went into the USMC on my 17th birthday, and became a Christian at 19, while still in the Corps. (I treated my mother according to the 5th Commandment until her dying day, I gave up on my father at 8, when a social worker told my father didn’t want any contact with me.)
When I came back to Milwaukee, I saw a pro-life bumper sticker that read, “Abortion the Ultimate Child Abuse,” and thought, you know, you can heal up from a stab wound, or a punch, if you live, and you can certainly go back to school even if you get expelled, (Stay in school, I went back to school in my 30’s.) but you can’t bring a murdered pre-born baby back life. You want medical proof? Dr. Hackenvac has to put the children’s bodies back together again, to make sure he removed all that unwanted tissue from the mother’s womb, but the baby is physically dead, and will remain so until Judgment Day. So you see, abortion really is the ultimate child abuse.
Isn’t it ironic that Planned Parenthood presented itself as the cure for child abuse via family planning, contraception and abortion? Yet we have more broken homes and abused children than ever before.
My mother died in 2015, My father died in 2017 and on 12/20/18 his last wife Lois died. My father left Tim, Mary and myself $10.00 a piece in his will, probably so us three couldn’t contest it, and thus is the legacy of an empirically evil man. Men, if you browbeat the mother of your child into murdering your baby, you are worse than my father.