As a 9- or 10-year-old, my knowledge of the situation was limited.  Therefore, I cannot pass judgment on the adults.  I do not know what was done or not done to rescue my cousin Glen, a little boy who was severely abused by his mom, my late aunt Bummie (a nickname).  My dad threatened to report Aunt Bummie to the authorities and warned her, “Do not physically discipline my kids.” A homosexual, Glen's adult life was cut extremely short due to AIDS.  My purpose for writing is to let the world know that Glen was here, that he suffered, and that I loved him. Aunt Bummie was my mom's older sister.  Their childhood was horrendous.  Their father was accidentally killed in a street shooting.  Their alcoholic mother would abandon the two little girls for long periods of time.  Mom and Bummie endured things kids should not have to endure. In the 1950s, when Dad broke the color barrier to become a Baltimore City...(Read Full Article)