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More Needs to Be Said, Pondered, Considered Re Biography of Child, Neglected But Undefeated! A Message for Social Workers, Parents, Teachers, Doctors;;;

Jonathan
Jonathan (Photo credit: climbnh2003)

Neglected But Undefeated:
The Life of a Boy Who 
 Never Knew A Mother's Love

By Jonathan Anthony Burkett


I'm assuming that one of the boys on the cover of this book is Jonathan, plus his loving grandparents...I wonder what would have happened to Jonathan if he had never come to America...

Would he ever have been abused? I don't think so, because he had love from his grandparents, his friends and relatives. Would he ever have become a Christian? I think so... But would he have become a writer? I'm not sure...

One of the social issues I have never been able to make a firm decision on was abortion. My inner turmoil has always been that I would rather see it legalized then to see that unwanted child abused... I still don't have an answer for myself, especially after reading Jonathan's biography.

Jonathan was a child of rape. His mother never loved him, beating him continuously, often calling him by the name of her rapist, his father.  If Jonathan's mother would have aborted, then Jonathan would not have been born and suffered all that he did!

But we also wouldn't have the man that he is today! I want to know Jonathan, was it worth all that you went through? Can you truly accept that you lived as you did and still claim to be undefeated?

If you say, yes, Jonathan, then it was ONLY because of yourself and God's support...

Because you certainly didn't get it from anybody else! I urge you to read this book! I urge it to be read by all those in jobs that require interaction with children...

Were you one of those individuals who knew what Jonathan was going through? Were you one of those teachers that saw the scars, maybe the tears, heard the nonverbal cries for help?

Then why didn't you help?

Along with the tears, I am angry! I am angry for all those who never did what should have been done!

LOCK THAT MOTHER UP! KEEP HER AWAY FROM CHILDREN! GET HER TO A PSYCHIATRIST OR PLACE HER IN A HOSPITAL...

Why was she allowed to do what she did?

I don't understand! If Jonathan had stayed in Jamaica and his grandparents had done what his mother did, perhaps I could accept it, simply because I know nothing about the country...But he was brought, unwillingly, to America...

America failed him! Teachers you knew... Church members...YOU knew... You had to have known!
Jonathan was physically abused... ER staff you knew... Jonathan was operated on...surgeons had to have known why his seizures resulted...

This went on for years!

I am angry that this boy was hurt as he was... Angry because I know that he is not the only one!

WHY DO AMERICANS SEND MONEY TO CARE FOR CHILDREN IN OTHER COUNTRIES, THAT THEY NEVER SEE...

BUT DON'T GET INVOLVED ENOUGH TO SEE WHEN A CHILD IN AMERICA IS MISTREATED? 

AMERICANS, WE DID THIS TO JONATHAN BURKETT...[and others]

MAY GOD FORGIVE US... AMERICA IS NO LONGER THE LAND OF THE FREE...


Just my Opinion, of Course...
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