Mennonites discipline actions are disgusting and criminal but beccause of their beliefs many children are violently abused and even sexual abuse. Even though it is stated in are plain people and known as to be peacemakers. People outside of the Mennonites are known as worldly people to the Mennonites folks.  Mennonites were centuries ago Roman Catholics, they changed their name Mennonite after a man called Menno Simons, a prominent leader Amon the radical reformers of the 16t century. Early Mennonites wee known to be peacemakers and pacifists who on a believer’s “only baptism. Mennonites are a group of christian Anabaptist denomination after the man called Frisian Menno Simons in the year of 1496-1561. They have large families an most are farmers and sell their crops and vegetable and hand made items at markets.

I was born and raised in Mennonite faith and I share my story speaking against the Mennonites, breaking the silence. In my own experience being raise in this faith a lot of abuse goes on that the outside are not aware of.  I was born to the late Waughtel family. Together my parents had sixteen children, only six our of those sixteen children lived. Nine died before I was born. A sister died here recently on January 17, 2007 from cancer, she was51 years old. I share my story from my own experience what I lived through growing up and what I have seen with my own eyes.

It started on Christmas Eve 1963. I was six years old, the first time I was raped and molested from family member. I don’t remember to much of my childhood years before my sixth birthday. I do remember the Christmas Eve 1963, my first experience being abuse. Just before my father had to go pic my mother up from work he tucked my sisters and I in bed. Dad tucked us into bed early that night beccause of it being Christmas tomorrow and daddy knew that my sisters and I would wake up early to unwrap our gifts on Christmas Day. Awhile tucked in my bed I was still wide awake, I was to over pepped up to go to sleep right away.  My sisters and I were left in the care of my big brother beccause daddy had to step out to go pick up our mother from work and than finish their last minute Chistmas shopping. What  remember hearing daddy told our big he be running late. My other two sister’s who I share a bedroom with were out, sound asleep. I was to over excited to sleep looking forward to Christmas.  I kne it was late not sure of the time when heard the bedroom door opening. It was my big brother quietly creeping in or bedroom. He walked towards my bed leaned over to pick me in his arms and crept out of our bedroom I shared with my two sisters.  He carried down the hall towards our parents bedroom. When we enter inside of our parents bedroom my brother sit bedside the edge of the bed started t remove his clothing.  After moving his clothing, he than undressed me. I started to cry and got really frightened not expecting what was going to happen next. This night my big brother raped me. He is 19 years old, he knew better. As his younger sister I always looked up at him as my protector, my big brother but that all had changed. The abuse dd not stop that night, it continued on,way into my late teen years. My father who was a deacon at out our church, a active member at Pine street Mennonite church in Lancaster, Pennsylvania also abuse us not sexual abused bt mentally, emotionally, he woud mk threatened remarks towards me. Many years of violence continued in our home. Violence against my mother. In the Mennonite faith the man is the head of the house hold, “What they say, goes.  I bare witness to what I have seen and lived in my own home and my church and friends home, have experienced and saw inside the Mennonite kingdom of ”peace”. The Mennonite men of god covers up their violent acts of crime towards woman and  children .