“Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
We are continuing our series Unto the Least of These.
Today we’re posting, with her permission, Kim Holt’s account of her first day at New Bethany Girls Home in Arcadia, Louisiana. The following is posted, as it was written in Kim’s own words.
My First Day at New BethanyBy Kim HoltWhen we pulled up to the gate it was opened and my mother and her 3rd husband got of the car. I really don’t remember the walk in the door. The next thing I remember I was taken to the bathroom to change into this uniform . That is when I realized my mother tricking me to get measurements at some ladies house. The girl that was with me was taller than me. Her name was Cindy. I was taking stuff out of my wallet when I realized I had a letter from Johnny telling about being a divorced kid was so terrible that he felt so alone. I started to rip it into smaller pieces when this girl says you can’t put stuff in the toilet and she picked it all out piece by piece. I got the uniform on. My mother had left while I was in the bathroom, not even a goodbye. I was taken over to get lunch. I was shown how to get my tray and then I heard someone say I know that chick I know that Chick. It was that tall girl Laura from the detention center. She was hushed up cause if the staff knew we would not be able to talk. At that very moment I now knew where she got sent to. The pill I had taken just before I got there was still working as I wasn’t scared yet. They didn’t make me eat. I remember being taken back to the home when I saw a girl named Robin walking towards me. She said things will get better. I just looked at her like she knew what I was thinking. Well, I went in the front door and took a right at the center and was lead to where I would sleep. I was faced with bunk beds and at the foot of the bed was that trunk I picked out for my mothers honeymoon. I knelt down and opened the locks. I lifted the lid and there were two sheets of paper. It was what my mother had now reduced me to and in her handwriting. I was crushed. I knew she was gone so I wasn’t sticking around. I stood up and walked right out the front door. There was a girl sitting at the front door and I went right past her. The next thing I know I was surrounded my about four or five girls. The tall girl grabbed me from behind and I threw her off. They immediately stopped and all looked at me. I was terrified, but I wasn’t going to show it. All at once they all rushed me and knocked my head against the cement block wall. I have a hard time dealing with what happened next. I was put on the couch just inside the front door. I was being pushed down and then made to stand. I was crying about as hard as anyone could cry. Crying hard would be putting it lightly. They were completely surrounding me. They told me if I didn’t cooperate that they would do things to me and I didn’t really want to find out. Then they took me and carried me down the hallway and back to the room . I was still yelling and kicking. There was a girl getting something out of the closet. Her name was Charlene. She had to get in the closet because there was no passing room. I was brought into the room and laid flat on the floor. I went to get back up and they all jumped on me again. This woman with long white hair, Ms. Shipman started “Praying the Devil out of Me.” I started yelling, “Oh My God where did she send me to.” I was crying so hard that I couldn’t see the girls face that was sitting on me. Her name was Sylvia. I started yelling for them to get off of me. I had a girl sitting on my feet grinding my ankle into the hard floor. Her name is Paige. I had one on each arm, Cindy and I don’t remember the girl on my left arm. and one sitting on my chest. I was so strong that it took a long time for me to wear myself out. I wasn’t one to cuss, my bad word at that time in my life was”Man”. I started using words like “Bitch”. All of the things that I had put back all of those years of not protecting me was coming out. Finally, I started banging my head on the floor. Another girl got scared and put her hand to catch my head which ended up smashing her fingers. The woman with white hair said, “She’ll stop when it starts hurting” But, I just couldn’t stop crying. I was finally let up and put on a bottom bunk to rest. By then it was supper time. I don’t remember eating but given a chance to shoot hoops and told that I had best accept where I was going to spend my next year. Once I got back to the room again, the biggest girl decided that she didn’t want to be my “Watcher” as she was a senior. So, the girl who got her fingers smashed Sandy became my watcher. She watched me for a month, I was on silence for two weeks. She watched me for a month and then she was going home. She taught me how to survive at New Bethany. When she was fixing to go home she made me make her promise which I had no problem doing because she had spent her last month teaching me how to stay alive in such a hard and difficult place as New Bethany. She made me promise to not bite my fingernails for a month that she would be back in that time. I was a serious nail biter. Well the month went by and I hadn’t bit my fingernails, not once and that was huge success for me. She didn’t come back but I had fingernails and I still do to this day. I became known as The Basketball Star from Indiana.
Mack Ford is far more prolific alleged child sex abuser than Jerry Sandusky.
- Bienville Parish Sheriff Department what’s the deal?
- Bienville Parish District Attorney WHY didn’t you prosecute?
- Federal Bureau of Investigation why didn’t you follow-up when it was reported that Mack Ford raped girls across state lines?