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The House That God Has Forgotten Part 4: Heroes
There are a few dates that Swedish people tend to remember where they were when something happened. When the prime minister (Olof Palme) got shot on the street in Stockholm. When the boat Estonia sunk. When the twin towers fell and when the hurricane hit Thailand cause death and chaos for Swedish people in Sweden.
The 3rd of October 2011. I remembered where I was when I learned about what Happened to Karen.
The House God Had Forgotten was new. We still thought we could do anything. The excitement filled the air, but all of that changed on the 3rd of October 2011.
I am sure you are wondering why and where I was when I found out about Karen. I never knew her, but she still rides on my shoulder with me everyday I go to work. The thought of seeing someone being alone while on the job with an inmate makes me double and triple check, ask annoying questions to stressed out guards in front of elevators and always watching. Always.
October 3rd changed my career as a guard in the prison system, and she probably will for may years to come.
I was sitting in the lunch area across a guy that I usually fought with most of the time (we had one of those relations where we would scream at each other and then at the next minute be giving each other a hug). He looked at his phone and say in the newspaper that someone had been murdered at the jail in Huddinge.
It was closely after it happened and I was in shock. He was in shock.
“If someone did this too my family I would kill them,” he said with fear of all the worst in his eyes.
No one should have to cry at there job. No one should have to die at their job.
Karen got killed while walking to one of the promenade cells with a man behind her. He hit her and she fell to the floor. He was bigger than her tiny frame and he threw punches with no logical meaning. All Karen did in the video and photos was smile at him (which from what I understood she was a very kind and happy soul).
While being hit, a co-worker can down the staircase and tried to hit him. He got the batong away from her and then used it on Karen.
Karen was beaten beyond your wildest dreams.
It took everyone less that two minutes from start to finish to be there.
By then it was too late, Karen was sadly murdered.
At The House God Had Forgotten three people got put in a taxi cab and sent to the other side of town.
“Bring everything and get in a taxi right away,” they were told.
They found what happened in the car ride there on the telephone. Just like I did sitting there in the lunch room.
They got thrown into chaos the moment they walked into the door.
Imagine for yourself what it must have felt like. They turned themselves off and made things happen. Just become someone dies that day you still have to feed 110 people and make sure they are locked in their cells.
You cannot tell their lawyers that they are not allowed to call today.
You cannot throw them out in the middle of visiting their clients.
So around all of this they worked like “super heroes” making sure that all of this happened. All the while everyone was walking like zombies.
They are heroes, yet no one ever gave them credit for that. If you get thrown into a situation like that… you will never know how you will react.
They are the heroes that still are roaming silent about what they did in The House God Has Forgotten. I know who you are and what you did.
I have watched people fall for much less around them. It is not a prestige thing, people react differently to different things.
You can flip out by being in the middle of a fight. You can flip out by someone being naked, throwing their food, smashing their TV, etc.
BUT what these two went through makes my head explode. How brave they were, and how they were able to come back to work the next day shows a pillar of strength which most people never are possible of having.
They are the unsung heroes of The House That God Has Forgotten.
This just did not effect them, there were tens of people that knew Karen from school, or even worked with her at that same very jail.
They walked those steps she lost her life. It could have been them if they were at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person behind them.
On a little sidebar… why does it have to be so macho sometimes? Always the same people going down the elevator with the different people up and down between the 10th and 5th floor (I like to call this moving the “ping pong effect” because they are always bouncing up and down between these two floors).
It makes me wonder because everyone goes through this training and learns how to do the same thing, but never gets the chance. How on Earth are people going to learn? Everyone is just like screws with rust on them. They never have the chance to learn. It is a shame.
When I look at what a hero is I think more of those people that went to Huddinge that day then the people that kick down doors with shields in front of them. Would they have the courage to see what they saw? Would they be able to go to work the next day?
This is what makes me take a sigh and wonder why people do not stand there together and wait for the elevator. Is it because they need more people?
There is only so much I can do with a camera. Even though they seem “OK” in the elevator it does not mean that they are ok when they come out of.
My best advice is that you make yourself visible, that you protest to work alone no matter who is waiting in the shower, or the gym that second.
You have the time.
Keep yourself visible so we see you, so we know that you are ready. Not just an arm behind a trashcan or a leg by a door. Let me see you.
I am sure if Karen could tell us now, she would want everyone in The House That God Has Forgotten to remember this much about her.
And… by the way, stop calling her “The girl that died at Huddinge” and start calling her who she is.
Her name was Karen Gebreab, a 24 year old woman that brutally and tragically killed on the 3rd of October 2011.
I know where I was, and a few people that are still left at The House God Has Forgotten still do.
Stayed tuned for part 5 of the never ending tale of The House God Has Forgotten.
Oh yes… if there is something you would like me to share feel free to drop me a line on messenger. It is totally anonymous. I respect you like that.