Sandra Gibbons

Sandra Gibbons

Role: bystander

December 9, 1947: Today is my birthday; I am now eight years old. I am beaten like a slave though; because, Father has this idea that I should care for him like his wife. Since Mother died last year, Father has kept, home from school most days, which, makes me feel stupid. I see all the little school girls in there skirts, and pigtails, while I’m trapped inside with an apron on. Day like these makes me hate Father, but I cannot show it at all.

          Father now may learn what happens when you trap a little girl inside, and hide her from the outside world. I heard him talking about the Nuremberg trials, and I asked him if they were still going on. He did not answer me; he just gave me that blank expression a master gives his dog when he makes his business on the carpet. I asked my elderly neighbor the same question, he a lot more understood about it though. He vividly explained that the trials were happening at ye old court house. Maybe it would impress Father if I wen t to watch the trials, and told him what happened. Yeah, that will show him.

          I really enjoyed watching the trails today, even though they wouldn’t let m in the courthouse. I spied on the trial through the window behind the judges though. Robert Jackson who did a lot of the talking during the trials (I think he’s from the America) was kind of sexy looking. Father defiantly wouldn’t want to read this; he doesn’t want his little girl to grow up. It’s really sad.

                                                                Stupid, maid she’s always getting me in trouble with Father. Today she found my journal, and showed it to Father. That little witch is the closest thing I have to a mother today, and the way she treats me I forget how Mother treated me. I got whipped at fifty times by Father, and I didn’t deserve any of them. So I am no longer to wish to earn his respect least.