Erin Pizzey founded the first refuge for battered wives in 1971.
As a result of that work there is now refuge all over the world.
She is also a writer and a journalist. She has two children and
two grandchildren from her first marriage. She has written: Scream
Quietly or the Neighbors Will Hear, Infernal Child and The Slut's
The events and incidents referred to in this book are based on the authors' personal experience and information given to them. The names of the persons referred to in the text work have been altered and all reasonable steps have been taken to ensure that they are not identifiable.
This book is dedicated to all the staff who were working with Erin in 1976, in particular to Anne Ashby who has been her friend and colleague for ten years and who is now the Director of Chiswick Family Rescue. With her capable hands she will guide this new project according to her own ideals and vision. We both wish her every success. Also to David Astor and Lord Goodman who have done so much for battered women and their children. Our thanks go, too, to John Pontin, and to the J.T. Group in Bristol, who have made it possible for our work to continue in this country.
Last but not least we would like to express with this Dedication our appreciation for all the hours of work put into Women's Aid by David Morris and Alan Cohen.
Separately we would like to give our thanks to our publisher's editor Peter Lavery for all his help.
Chapter One: The way we see it
|Chapter Two: Is it Love or is it addiction?||35|
|Chapter Three: Children of Violence||58|
|Chapter Four: Till death us do part||92|
|Chapter Five: Which way now?||135|
|Appendix A: 1976 - 1977 Report from Chiswick Women's Aid||
|Appendix B: Observations on violence-prone families (New Society article, 1981)|
|Appendix C: Client's brief for an ideal refuge for problem families|
|Appendix D: Wife-torture in England (taken from a report by Frances Power Cobbe, 1878)|
The premise of our work is that every baby needs to feel love and happiness. A baby will bond these instinctive feelings to whatever people and situations are available. It is the birth-right of every child to be surrounded by nurturing and loving parents in an atmosphere of peace. In a non-violent family, a child grows up in such an atmosphere, and then, working from the secure base of being loved, will develop an independent and choosing self that is able to recreate happy love both in future relationships and with its own children. In a violent family, however, this birthright to love and peace is betrayed, because from the moment of conception the child lives in a world where emotional and physical pain and danger are always present. The child then bonds to pain. This bonding becomes an addiction to pain. The child then cannot grow to form an independent self, because he or she is slave to this addiction. Throughout life, the person then recreates situations of violence and pain, for those situations stir the only feelings of love and satisfaction the person has ever known.
Whether the children of violent families learn to find satisfaction through the inflicting or the receiving of emotional and physical pain, the violence that these people live on is merely an expression of pain. The role of the caring community is to undo this fundamental betrayal of people who have been emotionally disabled by their violent childhoods. By creating a loving environment in which deep internal work can be done to help violence-prone people to understand and to overcome their addiction to pain, these people can then learn to trust and be happy in love instead of pain.
This book records ten years of work in such a community, along with the techniques and insights gained through these years.
The work now continues in Britain through Women's Aid Ltd., which
runs a house in Bristol.
The Author 19 February 1982
The idea of a meeting place for women and their children grew out of my disastrous brush with a local group of the newly emergent Women's Movement in 1971. I was then feeling lonely and isolated, with two small children to care for, and a husband frequently away. When I first began to read the articles that other women were writing, I felt they were writing about me. It was certainly a liberation to find I was not the only woman who could not knit or sew, and that there were other women out there who shared my pathological hatred of housework. I began to look out for our nearest group.
Unfortunately that group, in particular, seemed to be more concerned with world politics than with my day-to4ay problems, like how to cope on my own with two children, two dogs and a cat - for the loneliness was sometimes dreadful. Luckily I did meet some women like myself who wanted not only to bring up their children properly at home, but also to use their energies and talents in improving our community life, so that we would no longer feel so cut off and isolated that we lived our lives on valium. Therefore we left it to the women's group to decide the solution for world problems, and got on with the more immediate task of finding a place where mothers could meet each other and bring their children.
So with two of my friends I began to scout round Hounslow for a little house to use as a women's centre. Eventually Hounslow Council wrote to me about No.2 Belmont Terrace, and I collected the keys. When I first opened the door, I burst into tears - it was derelict. But it was ours! By now our group had grown quite large, and we
determinedly got on with the work. Harry Ferrer, our plumber, showed us how to fit pipes and mend washers, and we completely renovated the building until one day it was ready for occupation.
Mothers living locally began to call by on their way to and from school. They would stop in for a chat or to share a problem with us. Gradually we all pooled our knowledge and began to learn the complex Social Security laws. We discovered that many women would come to see us who could not face anything as authoritarian-seeming as a town-hall or a Social Services department. We had created a very happy little community of people from all walks of life, who knew that any time they were lonely or in need of company they just had to go down to No.2 Belmont Terrace, and someone was almost sure to be there to talk to. And even when no one was there, it was still a warm, welcoming place to take your kids. Then home did not seem so much like a prison.
All this changed the day the first battered woman walked through
the front door and showed me her bruises. 'No one will help me,'
she said. Those words took me back to a time in my own childhood
when no one would help me - as I begged them to bury my mother
because my father refused to. 'I will help you,' I promised her,
and refuge was born.
Within weeks there were at least forty mothers and children packed into four tiny rooms. Fortunately for me, our predicament was high-lighted in a small piece written by a journalist for the Observer. After that a man called by one day and, sitting himself down on a mattress, asked me what I most needed. 'A new house,' I told him. 'Go and find it,' he said. I did. This man was Neville Vincent, the Managing Director of Bovis Ltd. In November 1974 we acquired a much larger house in Chiswick High Road. However, we were still not out of the woods. Even as we moved in, our numbers were already too great. We were still officially overcrowded. Because at that time there was nowhere else for women to run to, I insisted that no one should ever be turned away. As a result, although we were legally allowed to house only thirty-six residents, our numbers sometimes went as high as one hundred and fifty mothers and children. My colleague Anne Ashby agreed with me over the 'open door'
principle, and we enshrined it in our policy that the door would remain open day and night. This, of course, created an unbearable tension between ourselves and our local Borough, who quite rightly were worried by the overcrowding, the ensuing health hazard, and the possibility of fire. On 29 April 1976 the Borough first took me to court for overcrowding.
Just before I was to appear in the Acton Magistrates' Court, I
was invited to tour America with Tina, Nikki, and Annie, who were
working with me at the time. I was genuinely startled and moved
that anyone should consider that we had anything valuable to offer,
so I accepted at once. We flew into New York on 12 March 1976,
and visited sixteen other cities to raise funds for new refuges
springing up all over the USA. I remember that I was particularly
interested in finding if anyone else had come to similar conclusions
on why some people actually choose violent relationships
- which is the major theme of this book. But in response I mostly
met again the hostility of those people who insisted that all
women were simply victims of male oppression.
It seems to me that America's Women's Movement is much more broadly based than its British counterpart. It was with members of the National Organization of Women that we had the best dialogues - at seminars and meetings where people wanted to share a sense of bewilderment arising from the fact that now there were established refuges, so many women seemed to be merely using them like revolving doors. They would come to the refuges when the level of violence got too much, only to return to their violent men for another few weeks, and then come back to the refuges again for help.
Some of the refuges dealt with this problem by allowing such women
three visits only. As they explained to me, this rule meant that
the staff could concentrate their efforts on the women who genuinely
wanted to get out of violent relation-ships. But they knew,
just as we did, that if you wanted to do effective work in a refuge,
the problems attached to women who seemed unable to stay away
from violence would have to be fully explored sooner or later.
Our trip ended with a lunch of honour in Washington DC,
sponsored by Congresswoman Lindy Boggs and Congressman Newton Steer. As I stood to give my speech in a lovely room surrounded by members of Congress on Capitol Hill, it was bard not to feel bitter that back home, within a few weeks, I would be facing charges in an English court for carrying out the refuge work I was now describing to a supportive audience.
Thanks to a brilliant manoeuvre on the part of our barrister Stephen
Sedly and David Ormondy, a public health adviser, the Acton Magistrates'
Court found me not guilty of overcrowding. The good news was followed
immediately by bad news. Hounslow appealed, and got ready to take
me to the High Court in the Strand.
During this time, through a series of fortuitous events, we managed to persuade the reluctant civil servants to give us a grant of £2,000 a month. This generosity could have had something to do with the threat of our group arranging a sit-in outside 10 Downing Street. We numbered about one hundred and twenty mothers and children, and we were already well known for our immediate ability to get on the streets with our placards and demand action where necessary. We had received a reassuring letter saying that our application for a grant would be considered. However, we heard nothing for several months, and it was not until October 1974, the day before the publication of my book Scream Quietly or the Neighbours Will Hear, that a cheque arrived by taxi, with a letter from the Department of Health and Social Security.
Meanwhile, during the Conservatives' period in office, I had been encouraged by Sir Keith Joseph to apply for an Urban Aid Grant of £10,000 a year. The Urban Aid scheme was a very new idea in those days. Hounslow had many other schemes to put forward to the Government, but due to local pressure and the continued support of a local Labour councillor, Jim Duffy, they did put my scheme in. To their surprise and my amusement, it was granted. By this time, help came from another direction. David Astor had resigned from the Observer and offered me his services. He brought with him the kindly and powerful figure of Lord Goodman. Now, at least, Anne Ashby and I were no longer on our own.
We had a curious mixture of dedicated staff and volunteers. We scoured London, taking possession of empty houses belonging to other boroughs which refused to take financial responsibility for their own families, who turned up on our doorstep. We took these houses over by night, to create new communities for such additional families. By the time of the court cases, Chiswick Women's Aid had established twenty-two squats, and had also acquired the Palm Court Hotel (forty-five private suites), three Greater London Council properties, and a large vicarage in Bristol. Even so, at our main refuge we had to erect large garden sheds in the backyard to cope with the overflow of one hundred and fifty mothers and children living in the house.
As the case in the High Court approached, the battle lines were
set, but I was no longer powerless, or fighting in a vacuum. We
had Lord Gordon on our side, and I felt very much more confident.
In the late spring of 1976, Hounslow took me to the High Court,
where I was found guilty of the charge of overcrowding. We appealed
this decision, and the matter went to the House of Lords in March
1977. There the five Law Lords reluctantly found me guilty, and
I returned to Acton Magistrates' Court for sentencing.
During this time, and responding to so much publicity, other groups had formed to take up the idea of refuge for women and children. Many comprised good, loving people, both men and women, who sincerely wanted to help, but there were also the usual faces seen around all social movements, and I was wary enough to stay clear of their politics. I never saw Women's Aid as a movement that was hostile to men, but The National Federation, which quickly formed, made it quite clear that men were the enemy. This view totally rejected our own philosophy - which cannot be encapsulated in a political theory, but which recognises that the basis of the problem is a human one: violence occurs in both men and women. That is not a politically fashionable view in certain quarters, and, indeed, for them we were outcasts from the very beginning because we had always employed male workers at our Refuge - and we also ran a special house for the men of the problem families who sought our help.
The civil servants, who hated our open-door policy as much as they hated our evidence of the mistreatment of problem families by the various State-run agencies saw their opportunity to get rid of us. They removed our grant on the grounds that we were not a national organisation, even though we had been officially declared so by the Charity Commissioners and our mothers and children came from all over Britain. They handed the grant to the National Federation instead. At about the same time, Hounslow Council voted to remove our Urban Aid Grant, thus hoping to starve us into submission. Fortunately, they did not know that I had been given a sum of £50,000 by an anonymous well-wisher, which I had tucked away in bonds for just such an occasion. Those staff that could afford to all gave up their meagre salaries. Most of us were volunteers, so that presented little problem, and we soldiered on.
The final court case was my sentencing at the Acton Magistrates'
Court on 6 October 1977. The following February, in response to
a letter from one of our mothers, the Queen intervened and saved
the Refuge.* The war was over, and the rest is history. This book
is not about the politics of survival for pressure groups, because
that is a whole book in itself. This book is about the problem
families and my (and later Jeff's) work with them. Scream Quietly
or the Neighbours Will Hear is about how people are violent.
Infernal Child, my autobiography, is about how a violent
childhood affects children. Prone to Violence is
a book about why people are violent. In these pages we
can all recognise parts of ourselves, and hopefully, in gaining
understanding, we can learn compassion, and in turn help to persuade
our society to refrain from further brutalising already brutalised
*The Court sentencing and the letter from Buckingham Palace (quoted in full) are described in Chapter Five.
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