Valhalla
(The Nature of Daisy Pollette: Part One)
Much of what happened to heiress Daisy Pollette (now age 44) between the ages of 5 – 13 cannot be substantiated. Both her parents are deceased. Her half brother, Bobby, was incarcerated in a mental institution. Certainly, Daisy thus far has had nothing to tell the public. Not a word. She remains a virtual recluse, presumably somewhere in France.
Daisy, luckily for her, is so wealthy that she need not ever work a day in her life. However, I would not be surprised if this lovely, sad princess might really long for a taste of normal life. That, of course, is my own conjecture. I have had the occasion for only one very brief conversation with the lady. I can still remember the chill factor around our little encounter was palpable.
What is not my conjecture, and what will appear in my book, The Pollette Saga, is an eyewitness account of Daisy’s nightmarish youth inside the Pollette mansion. We cannot reveal the name of our informant. That is part of our agreement, which has been put into place by our lawyers before this testimony could be secured.
Before I begin to unfold the story of Daisy’s youth, bear with me while I provide you with some shocking statistics. These numbers will help establish a credible platform from which to reveal the Pollette family’s dirty secrets. I should mention that these same secrets will also be seen dramatized in Kennebec’s motion picture, Valhalla.
1. According to Vincent Danelli, professor of Pediatrics at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical School in Dallas: Some 905,000 children were victims of child abuse in 2006. More than 80% of the abused children were abused by one child’s parent.
2. According to 23 different studies in the U.S., approximately 15-25% of all women were sexually abused when they were children.
3. According to the National Clearinghouse on Family Violence, ‘55% of North Americans were victims of sexual abuse… One in 3 female children will be sexually assaulted before they reach adulthood.
4. There are 140,000 injuries to children from abuse each year.
5. The Third National Incidence Study of Child Abuse and Neglect (NIS-3) found that children in mother-only households are 4 times more likely to be fatally abused than children in father-only households.
6. NIS-3 also found that children in mother-only households are 40% more likely to be sexually abused than children in father-only households.
Not what you woulda thought, huh? I go into a lot more detail on this subject in my book. For purposes of this blog, the main point is: Sexual abuse of girls by their mothers is beginning to be reported despite the highly taboo nature of female/female child abuse. Underreporting has been attributed to cultural denial of female-perpetrated child sex abuse.
To the best of my knowledge Ernest Pollette never sexually or physically abused his daughter. He fathered illegitimate children, home and away, true, but his greatest injustice to Daisy was his indifference to her.
According to my informant – a witness to many interactions between mother and daughter—Daisy was abused physically, emotionally and sexually by Jeannette. Jeannette died in a mysterious bathtub accident in 1980. She cannot defend herself against my accusations. If Daisy wishes to object to any of my conclusions, she can speak up. I will provide a forum for her denials, if any, in The Pollette Saga before the book is published. If she wishes to take legal action against me based on my charges, I say Bring it on, Daisy!
In reality I am your advocate, Daisy. I am representing a small, sweet young girl. You never had a chance to become the lovely, happy child you could have been. You were robbed, Daisy—betrayed by the very person you should have been able to trust the most. She should have been your protector, not your torturer. You never had a chance, Daisy.
They taught you, though, didn’t they? They taught you never to trust. You learned that lesson well. Therein, you hide, alone in your castle, surrounded by your filthy lucre.
Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
Alexander Pope
To be continued