âKill Me But Please Save At Least My Childrenâ
Lee JungHee is a woman in her mid-forties living in Korea that has been and has had her sons drugged, raped, and sold by her husband and family members. She has posted on Pann asking for help, as neither the police nor the public would listen to her pleas. This is my translation of her second post on Pann.
The original post
The original post translated
The sonâs post
The sonâs post translated
Lee JungHeeâs 2nd Post
Because my sons have met an awful mother, they are dying right now. My name is Lee Junghee. I want to save my sons, even if it is late. Because of the rape that they had been exposed to and had to suffer through for over 10 years, my older son has been admitted to a hospital and my younger son cannot attend school and cannot even get proper treatment. For not having escaped earlier with my sons, it is all this motherâs fault.
My husband who fled abroad to me naturally was able to get to me with the title of being a church oppa (an oppa from church), and eventually raped me. Afterwards in the span of about three months, my family and my husbandâs family arranged our engagement and marriage, and followed my husband to America.
However, I found out later that my husband had a woman and a child already.
My husband had married me with the intention of using me, and the disgusting parts started then. My husband gave me sleeping pills and practiced prostitution and sex trafficking in his home. Whether it was a homesick Korean studying abroad, a white person, a black person, or a Japanese person didnât matter to him, and my husband accepted all customers. He also did this while driving around a camping car. Up until now, must be about 1000 people (that have assualted me) in my past 20 years of marriage.
My husband ordered me not to have children. Three years passed like that, in which my husband raped me and beat me to tame me to obey him. I did not even realize I had put people into prostitution (t/n: this was a bit ambiguous)  until after three years, when I had my oldest son. I lived constantly in horror of my husband, getting beat for unreasonable things and only managing to drag myself across the floor. I got beat because according to him, the food was too hot, the food wasnât good enough, my way of talking was ungrateful, I talked back, and because of this I was intimidated and lived as his slave in America. When he told me a black person or a Mexican person was going to come capture me so stay inside of his van, I believed him and stayed inside of the car for ten hours just waiting.
I couldnât speak English and had become such a tamed idiot for my husband that I didnât even think of reporting him. My husband did not get into sex trafficking for money. That was his original occupation, and he has been doing it since a long time ago.
He took the job of a âpastorâ so that others could trust him and his exterior, then drugged the church people and got them addicted to drugs so that they could come to his side. No one trusted me and rather trusted my husband, who acted as if he would donate a lung as a pastor, more, causing me to be unable to say anything to anyone more and more. My family members definitely knew that I got beat by my husband and they, like my mom and my sister, actually encouraged him to do it more in order to tame me. Because of this, I felt there was no place for me to live. Whatâs even more baffling is that my husband and my family members were concerned that there secret would get out and prepared documents to send me to a mental hospital in case I acted out or rebelled. Although I was no different from an orphan, I did not act out and gave my husband and my family peace of mind in order to protect my children. So naturally, I did not rebel. However, I snuck out once with an excuse and went to a hospital to get a confirmation that I was mentally healthy.
However, I could not continue to see my children be used and finally escaped.. Like this, we are finally getting to know the world. My children were always gloomy, were sad, avoided people, and had to come home immediately after school. If there were no customers, my husband taught my sons the way to attract customers, and that was the kind of crazy, sturdy family business he wanted. My children and I were assaulted also by my father-in-law, who was a pastor, and seeing him and his son, my husband, also a pastor, made me feel that this was too unfair, that I tried to reach out and show the world. Last year I went on 기ěí겏 (Translates to âReporterâs Opinion,â and I assume itâs a television show. I canât seem to find anything about it in English though) with my children and also went on a news show that all of you know. I didnât care if they showed my face or if they did not  put a mosaic over my face. I also had an interview at ꡸ę˛ě´ ěęł ěśë¤ (The Its Know/I Want to Know That) had interviews from other broadcast stations, and have been told to wait for interviewers to contact me but have been left without contact or any news before. I tried to contact all broadcast stations regardless of whether they were big or small, but my husband from the other side gave pressure and I was in a position where I could not go on broadcast. All the articles that were on the internet one day all went down in unison. The other side made it sound as if I had made everything up and was jumping around crazily. If it was not the truth, how could I, with so much fear, sue over thirty people? My parents, sister, brother-in-law, nephews, brother, sister-in-law, and my sister-in-lawâs family; I have sued them all. Even from now, I will continue to sue everyone that has harmed my children
While living with my husband, he has threatened that he would kill my children if I let his secret out, and even beat my sons in front of my eyes. When my older son was six years old, my husband beat him until his front two incisors broke off and kept bleeding, causing him to pass out.. In order to make sure I did not interfere, my husband sometimes took my children to a separate room, locked the door, and beat them. I was scared that my children would die and did everything he told me to. I was idiotic and foolish. That my children lived day by day without getting beat or without dying was what I taught was keeping them alive.
We are having a hard time living right now and no one is helping us, but we are happier now, suing the people that have raped us. We are only suing those that have continuously raped us for about seven to ten years. [T/N: I will re-translate this paragraph tomorrow. It is 1:30 am right now, and this paragraph is making absolutely no sense..]
Because we were my husbandâs family, when otherâs from the business looked at us, they taught we were a strong family business and had not worries of us. Even when they took us and shared us they didnât think that what they were doing was wrong and merely taught that they were simply making money and simple working. âTheyâre already his kids so whatâs the matter! Theyâre just learning early.â âTheyâll have to do this when they grow up anyways, whatâs the matter with using them early!â This was their logic, and the members all said the same things.
I got to know the world after running away. At the time, I thought there was a ground and there was a sky. I thought that all women were trapped by their husbands and that everyone had to pretend to be happy while living. No one lives like me and the world is not such a dark place. I realized the world was becoming more transparent and for the first time realized that there were more that lived morally than those that did bad things. Thatâs why I gathered my courage. Because it is not false, I knew that the truth would be revealed.
However, all the police are saying the same thing repeatedly together as if they are robots. They say that they will reveal the truth at first but only soon after say that I should close the case quickly, say that I should stop suing, dismiss me, saying that they donât understand why I am doing this.
That is why I am still appealing now. I begged that I was a sinful woman and that I was unable to protect my children. I even knelt before the police. I asked them to please just reveal the truths of my children. However, as if they were laughing at me, the police told me, âSince it doesnât seem like weâre communicating, I have nothing left to say to you!!â and dismissed himself. No matter where we go they neglect us more than the bugs and scream at my children, âYou stay still!,â âOnly talk when I ask you a question!â They treat us like we are criminals no matter where we go. It is late for my children, but I want to give them freedom. I am so ignorant and thereâs nothing that I know and I have no power. In order to reveal the my childrenâs truths.. Please help me, everyone..
Please, everyone spread awareness of this going on. ￟
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