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After a beating the nun would say, “If you go home now and show off your swollen hand, your parents are going to want to know why, and once you tell them, they’re going to beat you too.” This was a secret I was forced to take home with me. As a result, I would keep my hands under the table during dinner. I will always remember the fear and guilt I felt. The anger I felt at being physically abused was great, and the thought formed in my mind that I wasn’t about to take any shit from anybody.

One time I was class monitor and slugged a student after he refused to say the rosary. I was sent to Sister Superior’s office. “You’ve been in trouble a lot,” said Sister Superior. “Take down your pants, bend over the desk, and I’m going to give you a few whacks with the yardstick.”

“No, you’re not,” I said, and I began to run around Sister Superior’s long desk. I grabbed her lunch box sitting on the desk, and I fired it at her. My control wasn’t very good, and the lunch box sailed through a window, shattering the glass.