I am both a people watcher and a bargain hunter, so a trip to the neighborhood Aldi grocery store is quite an experience for me. It’s a small store and it’s almost like whoever walks in about the same time as you is your comrade for the next half hour that it takes to traverse the four aisles filling your cart. I’ve had fascinating conversations at Aldi with strangers or with old friends I haven’t seen in a while. Sometimes the clerks have to remind us to move along because the store’s about to close.
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They walked in just after me, a man who looked to be in his forties and an older woman. Certainly the years had not been kind to her. Neither had this man: her dignity was under constant assault by his glares, his gestures, his bellowing voice that resonated throughout the entire store, his incessant cutting words. He treated her like she was a disobedient child and he the harried parent, even though no child should ever be subjected to that kind of belittling and humiliation. He acted like an unruly and whiny child himself, throwing his public tantrum. Aisle 1, aisle 2, aisle 3, aisle 4, checkout, and even the bagging area, where he sat cross-legged with his entire body on the counter, barking into his phone that she’d better get out of that bathroom right quick. She came. The barrage continued. I loaded my cart just 15 feet away, and when he glanced in my direction, I looked him right in the eyes. My heart stood still, but my tongue did not. I could not be silent any longer. I took a deep breath, spoke firmly, directly: “No one deserves to be treated that way. Ever. You are being obnoxious.” My words were an understatement, but he looked startled at my audacity. Then he smirked and stuck his tongue out at me, hefted his grocery bag strap onto his shoulder and stomped out. She followed.
Dear God in heaven. What choice did she have?
I stood and shook. My daughter handed me a brownie to calm my nerves. A clerk asked if I was OK. A fellow customer came over and thanked me for what I said. She confided: “She is his mother, you know.” Did this customer know them personally or did she just overhear that? I wonder. I wonder if the dear lady lives with her son and puts up with this humiliation every day. And I wonder what he does to her when no one is looking, whether those age spots on her skin were really bruises instead. I hope he doesn’t vent against her any anger about what I said to him. I hope he listened somewhere in his heart, though I’m not banking on it. I hope he can find a healthy way to channel his frustration when he is overwhelmed about caring for his mother. I hope she heard, that she sensed in my words a glimmer of hope that she is worth something. To somebody. To God. That she is not bad, but his behavior is. She deserves better.
I’d like to open an on-going conversation starting with this incident. It’s not just about verbal abuse (and yes, it is REAL ABUSE) of the elderly, but about advocating for the safety and dignity of all the precious vulnerable people right here in our communities and beyond.
I want to talk about some dark issues. Human trafficking. Crisis pregnancies. Domestic violence. Teen bullying, rage, and suicide. Mistreatment of migrant workers. Mental illness. Children who are missing one or both parents due to desertion, death or jail. The homeless. Anyone who is being exploited.
I want to talk about what we can do.
But all that is for another day, for many other days. My heart needs to mull on that some more. I need to gather my wits, gather my resources, say my prayers.
Here is the first step until then: BE AWARE. Be mindful. Educate yourself outside your comfort zone so when the time comes, you will know what to do to help the situation and not make it worse.
And here is a second step for some of you. If you can share with me (really all of us) what you already know, whether it is an experience, a resource, an organization, please do. This is a conversation, not a lecture.
Since we started this conversation with a story about elder abuse, here are two links with information on what it is and what can be done:
Thanks for joining me. Please leave a comment.
P.S. I have already written about some of these issues on my other blogs: