When I first read the obituary of one Kelly Bond, aged 32, of Nashville, Tennessee, I did not know the real cause of her death. It was never ruled a homicide. However, upon further discussion with her friend, one Lacey Hughes, of Columbus, Ohio, her out of state primary therapist, there was more to the story than her parents, mainly her mother, Peggy W. Bond, were willing to give the public.
The problem with Mrs Bond’s unwillingness to believe Kelly and treat her as God’s gift to this world is a widespread epidemic. We believe that disabled persons keep seeking attention, sometimes we often overlook the real problem behind closed doors.
While those who knew Kelly might see a bright and feathery spirit, upon speaking with Hughes, a totally different story emerged, and furthermore, research I undertook revealed something that could have been prevented surrounding Kelly’s death.
Kelly would have been among 35 per 1000 persons who are female and disabled suffering nonfatal violent crimes, which include rape, physical assault, and malnourishment. Bond suffered psychological and physical abuse, all of which Hughes was made aware of, but was told to “hush hush.” She was banned from doing anything to bring light to Kelly’s situation for fear of being arrested.
Well, let me say this: had Ms. Bond been properly given adjudication and her family prosecuted for the wide scale crimes against her, Hughes says, she would have been alive.
While Kelly might have loved animals, nobody really includes a puppy in an obituary, so this is one’s first clue into spotting the problems.
Upon speaking with Hughes at a cantina in Denver, we were both horrified, particularly myself, at Bond’s treatment at the hands of her parents, mainly her mother. Peggy Bond, also the mother of a golden sister, Emily, 29 and nondisabled, was known to be a rabid alcoholic. Hughes reports, “She would carry a liquor bottle or something in her purse. All the time.” I asked Hughes about Kelly Bond’s abuse story. Hughes was herself blind and is afflicted by multiple sclerosis, despite that she reached out to Bond in a Yahoo group for battered and abused women.
Why, then, you might ask, would Bond be in such a group? In 2006, her repeated calls for help had gone unanswered. By 2013, the year of her death, the calls resulted in a rare but fatal attempt to end her pain. What Hughes told me was quite chilling.
Hughes regrets missing a voice mail from Kelly, but the details are simple, but chilling. “Her parents made her sign a life insurance policy. She was possibly overdosed on her medications. She never woke up.” Upon speaking with Emily, the younger sister, Hughes noticed Emily’s vocal inflection, as though she was discussing what she would have for breakfast that morning. There was no sign of mourning. Why hasn’t America turned to face Kelly and given her the freedom she deserved? I’m playing Nancy Grace here. What is so glamourous about the death of a person? Where is Kelly’s spirit now? Why hasn’t anyone bothered to see Kelly locked upstairs, like a princess badly in need of a real savior? This problem could have been easily prevented.
Bond was supposed to use a seizure dog, but its training was badly corrupted by Peggy. Hughes remembers, “Kelly called me when the dog was put down. She was very sad. I remember when the vet came to the house to do that.” I would now like to ask for Kelly’s soul to quietly rest in peace.
I have a few words for all the Kelly Bonds out there. You have a friend in the justice business. We in the United States cannot sweep the homicide or violent crimes agaainst disabled people any further. For the sake of our lost sister, I ask all the women with disabilities to please, keep reaching out. IF you truly are being abused, put on your walking shoes. Saddle up your wheelchair. Leave the home, do what you must to save your lives. If your parents are truly manipulative, abusive, violent, as a young girl, tell a teacher. If you are a grown up woman, go to a friend you trust. Tell them, give photos, something that can tell the story. Kelly’s last pictures, according to Hughes, show an emaciated woman with no hope of recovering without a doctor’s help. Some depict her with a bruised stomach where an assault could have occurred. Hughes remembers Bond saying it was too painful to stand while she showered. IF that doesn’t tel you enough, then what, my dear fellow Americans, does? What must I do? What must we do? I demand an end to the suffering. We will need a further investigation of all the Bond related cases out there, and we need to do more justice to all disabled females in our social services arena.
Let’s deviate slightly. A young girl was locked in her basement in Wisconsin. Surprisingly, social services found a boy in his room upstairs, tidy and neat. However, the girl’s condition was scary. She had to wear a diaper. She could not leave the basement, even to go to the bathroom. Kelly’s childhood could have easily been spent in that basement. Her case would have been marked “gendercide.” She was, however, one of two females, so what is this?
Miss Bond’s case is something I like to call “abilitycide.” Emily lacking a disability has made it clear. Bond’s case is a clear hate and malice and mistrust of a female with a disability. However, the parents killed Cinderella before she went to the royal ball, if there ever was such a ball. Kelly, if you could only feel how much Lacey and I ache for what could have happened. I wish I could have foiled the murder plot your ghastly hag of a mother did and succeeded with. For this, Kelly, I will never stop until your comrades are prepared to fight the battle of “abilitycide.” This is a crime, something we cannot afford for America as a land of freedom to even allow. You have never been forgotten, and your spirit will rest peacefully. As a commando would say, “Rest easy, soldier. The battle may be lost for you. But we will win the war.”