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A Raised Hand | the New Yorker


“Dorothy Giunta-Cotter knew that someday her husband, William, would kill her. They met in 1982, when he was twenty and she was fifteen: a girl with brown eyes and cascading dark hair. Over the course of twenty years, he had kidnapped her, beaten her, and strangled her with a telephone cord. When she was pregnant with their second child, he pushed her down the stairs. After visits to the emergency room, he withheld her pain medicine and, at one point, forbade her to wear a neck brace…” via the New Yorker

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Keith “Maggie” Brown
I am a PhD student in Philosophy and Religion at the University of North Texas-Denton. I began my vocation through a nine year apprenticeship with my mentor, Richard M. Owsley. I can be found around Denton troubling students and professors about this and that. A fringe scholar wandering the borderlands between the Academy and the World, I love the hell out of Socrates and Yoda while tending to act like William S. Burroughs and Jaba the Hut. My current projects include studies of the Dào Dé Jing, the intersection of Karl Jaspers’ periechontology with Tarot, and the challenge of queering existential hermeneutics.
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2 responses to “A Raised Hand | the New Yorker”

  1. Jill Althage Avatar
    Jill Althage

    I thought that this was a good article on domestic violence.

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    1. Keith Wayne Brown Avatar
      Keith Wayne Brown

      I agree. It is one of the most engaging pieces I’ve read on this tragic subject.

      Reply

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