The conversion from slave to free person can't really be pinned down
to just one thing... so since this thread is about one thing, I'll
choose the thing which finally pushed the last button and forever turned me
away from the initiation of violence and the state: my genital
mutilation.
You may rather call it infant circumcision. But
regardless of what words you want to describe it with, several things
remain 100% the same:
1. Human rights are violated. The
amputation of foreskin / cutting of labias is permanent and lasts the
victim's entire life. This is a decision which is made by the owner of
the genitals, not by politicians priests or family. Because if at any
time during their life the victim wishes they were intact, the
circumcision becomes damaging and whoever is responsible for it is the
violator.
2. Just like all other mutilated males, I have lost 75%
of my sexual sensitivity. Man is naturally as sensitive as woman, and
the color of man's genitals under the foreskin is naturally the same
color as a woman's labia. How could they be any different? Both man and
woman are humans with the same basic types of flesh and bone. Studies
have proven the loss of three quarters of sexual sensitivity for
mutilated men.
3. When I learned what had been done to me, I was
out for a week. Just completely out of it. Doing absolutely nothing.
Thinking. Crying. I forever will be an unnatural subtype of human being
which was altered for the profits of other human beings. I will never
know what kind of sensitivity or feeling I was supposed to have by
nature's design.
4. When someone mutilates your genitals at
birth, it doesn't take a lot of thought to realize at least
subconciously that you've been violated, mutilated, and altered, and
that anyone who is capable of doing such a thing is automatically going
to do it to you for the rest of your life. It's like a "welcome to the
Earth, kid" kind of moment.
How can anyone possibly reconcile this? It's not something that can
be reconciled. It's not something that can be accepted and moved on
from. It's not something that can be forgotten or illegitimized.
That was the moment I turned my back and never walked in that direction again.