A Little Past Due Love for Cousin Glen

As a 9 or 10 year old, my knowledge of the situation was limited. Therefore, I can not pass judgment on the adults. I do not know what was done or not done to rescue my cousin Glen, a little boy who was severely abused by his mom, my late aunt Bummie (a nickname). My dad threatened to report Aunt Bummie to the authorities and warned her, “Do not physically discipline my kids.”

A homosexual, Glen's adult life was cut extremely short due to AIDS. My purpose for writing is to let the world know that Glen was here, his suffering and that I loved him.

Aunt Bummie was my mom's older sister. Their childhood was horrendous. Their father was accidentally killed in a street shooting. Their alcoholic mother would abandon the two little girls for long periods of time. Mom and Bummie endured things kids should not have to endure.

In the 1950s when Dad broke the color barrier to become a Baltimore City firefighter, our family (mom and four younger siblings) moved out of the government projects into our own home in a black suburban community.

Aunt Bummie and her five sons by two absentee fathers remained in the projects on welfare. I enjoyed occasional sleepovers at my cousins' government provided townhouse in the city. Aunt Bummie's house was unkempt with holes punched in walls and broken furniture.

Aunt Bummie, when I grow up, I'm gonna buy you new furniture”. “Thanks Peanut”,(my nickname), she replied.

I got along great with Aunt Bummie and her boys. And yet, I felt my cousins' envy of me having a dad in our home. I felt sorry for them.

Aunt Bummie and her boys lived different than my family. Aunt Bummie did not have a job. Unlike my home, the refrigerator was off limits to her children. Food was very valuable; each boy was protective of his food when eating. I remember large generic labeled boxes of government cheese and powdered milk – cans of meat and peanut butter.

Fondly, I remember Aunt Bummie covering her table with newspapers and dumping a huge pile of fried chicken necks and backs on it for us boys to devour. I still like fried chicken necks and backs.

Even as a little boy, I felt the sadness, anger and dysfunction of their household. Aunt Bummie was extremely kind and gentle with me, but brutal towards her boys – Glen in particular, the baby. I vaguely recall overhearing my parents saying Bummie hated Glen because he reminded her the most of his father.

Their household humor was weird and violent – the five boys along with Aunt Bummie would laugh hysterically about the time she broke the baseball bat while beating Jimmie and how she bent the cooking pot while beating Glen.

Glen was the family servant. When everyone was watching TV, anyone could order Glen to go fetch something for them. The slightest non compliance from Glen would result in Aunt Bummie screaming at him, and/or beating him; not spanking, beating. My heart always went out to Glen as I watched him cry during his beatings. The lack of love. The unfairness. The cruelty.

Lawrence, the eldest, was very intelligent and responsible. He played substitute dad to his brothers. Glen was intelligent and responsible. Aunt Bummie's other three sons acted like Neanderthals. And yet, she catered to her two most lazy and irresponsible boys while being extremely tough on Lawrence and Glen.

Etched in my brain is the day I witnessed something emotionally die in Glen. Aunt Bummie was beating Glen, pounding away at him with her fists. Though his seven or eight year old body bent in reaction to her punches, Glen just stood there with a blank look on his face, not shedding a tear. It was chilling.

Sadly, Aunt Bummie and four of her sons died young. Her surviving son is one of her favorites who is now in his 50s. He never had a job in his life and lives in a nursing home.

The one bright spot in Aunt Bummie's depressed household was her eldest son, Lawrence. Incredibility, Lawrence worked his way through college and achieved great things. Her favorite jobless adult sons lived at home. Despite two non working adult sons living with Aunt Bummie, a phone call would bring Lawrence with financial support. Lawrence, a homosexual, died of AIDS in his late 30s.

My heart goes out to Aunt Bummie and her boys, no husband in the home for her and no father for her sons. She was prone to explosive fits of rage. Aunt Bummie and her adult sons embraced cradle-to-grave government dependency. I believe their lives could have been so much more. Aunt Bummie eventually became a born-again Christian. Praise God!

But there is a special place in my heart for Glen. That kid never got any love. When he became an adult, according to the family grapevine, Glen was a bit wild and crazy, sexually promiscuous with very little self-respect. What if Glen would have had a real dad rather than the federal government? His life would have probably been much different. Truly sad. Truly tragic.

Lloyd Marcus, Proud Unhyphenated American
Conservative Campaign Committee

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Comment by Nancy Evins on April 13, 2014 at 1:43pm

I have come back to this site several times to see if others saw the true story as an example of how unkind people can be to the gay community.

There are less comments here than any other site I have visited. Letter after letters have been written condemning those like Glen and if this were still going on with that child, there would be many who would only think that was what he deserved.

God help all of us for as long as we have close minded people, we are in danger.

Comment by Nancy Evins on April 11, 2014 at 4:41pm

To Jimmy H....If people don't hate homosexuals I would hate to think how they would be treated if people really hated them.

What do you think a gay person should do about the sexual part of his life? Go into the priesthood, remain celibate the rest of his or her life? We know how a lot of priests have tried to subdue their real selves, only to abuse those in their care.

If homosexuality is a choice, how did dogs, cats, birds and other animals choose it?

Comment by Donald L. Buchanan on April 10, 2014 at 6:33pm

Thanks for the story Lloyd.    I work in the benevolence center of our church and I see families like you describe every week.  Sorry men live with these poor women and live off their welfare checks, food cards and charities.

I know they are there because the kids have different last names and some will have her last name. I am guessing that she don't know who the father is.  One day I had a group of women in the same family. Grandmother, mother and 16 year old pregnant grand daughter. I asked if any member of this family had ever had a job. The answer  No.  The grandmother was really proud that the granddaughter was pregnant. None had ever had a husband.  As far as I could figure out none of them had ever been married. We can blame this on LB Johnson who was honored today by our current president for his welfare programs. The young children that these women bring with them are usually out of control. Some are old enough to be in school but are not.


Comment by Jimmy Hight on April 10, 2014 at 3:05pm

Thanks Lloyd for the sincere heart wrenching look at your past. It's hard to think about bad memories sometimes but then it's good help us realize how lucky we are. Nancy I don't think people really hate homosexuals, they hate the sin and what it has done to our young men and women. We are all sinners and we have to stand together to help stop what is happening to our world and our families. Hate the sin and never accept it but never hate the sinner for we all have that strapped across our backs and need forgiveness. Thanks again Lloyd you seem to have a book hidden inside waiting to get out.

Comment by Nancy Evins on April 10, 2014 at 2:14pm

FINALLY! A story of how sad a gay person's life can be and I am amazed at how sympathetic some of these writers are.

In the past I have seen more hate mail against homosexuality than in any other place. I am glad some people can now understand how difficult life is for most of them.

Mr.Marcus, thank you for this heartbreaking story. P:erhaps it will soften the hearts of so many of these readers, I pray,.

Comment by Pat Hinckley on April 10, 2014 at 12:50pm

Every child is a priceless, precious gift. There must be change . . . How can we do that?

Comment by Bonita Weimerskirch on April 10, 2014 at 12:40pm

....what a sad story...I know Glen is now in heaven, bless his soul.

Comment by Gene on April 10, 2014 at 12:30pm

When one thinks things have been rough...others have had it rougher.

Comment by Howard Kramer on April 10, 2014 at 12:22pm

Thank you Lloyd

Comment by Gordon E. Jensen on April 10, 2014 at 12:18pm

Insight and wisdom comes at an incredible cost.

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