When I hysterically phoned 111 and the Police turned up but found no blood, and the attacker had chased off on motorbike, they wrote in their report that “no violence” occurred, a statement which was later used by his lawyer as “evidence” that I allegedly fabricated the attack. The witnesses I had, which my only aim at the time was to calm them and protect them, were minors plus my mother and brother who visited from Namibia and do not speak English at all. The attacker’s friends who advised him to report himself to the Police giving his version of the events, until today, have remained silent knowing that mother and children had been forced out of their home by judges and lawyers who love dealing with protection orders only to put another stamp on a piece of paper which would earn them more. Society, though living in the third millennium in a first world country, still seems to rationalise to justify why it is okay to abuse and even kill a mother, simply because she is “just a mother”. The one who carries the cash has the power, and relatives - at best - turn a blind eye to abuse and violence for the sake of tapping into the benefits they may receive from the abuser’s friendship. The relatives of the Kiwi Mum of four who was stabbed to death by the father in front of the children, now apparently say that she “ran away” to Australia to live with her abusive husband. Having left an abusive relationship myself, which was then held against me by Family, Church and Court, I reckon that it could be that the blood of this Kiwi Mum is on the hands of her relatives and community, who kept silent and not gave her much choice but to live with the abuser or become an outcast of society. My brother later made an affidavit before a lawyer in Namibia, but the New Zealand judge refused to look at it, and threw it out! I will therefore leave no stone un-turned to speak up against domestic violence, because for me, silence is violence.