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    Each year they parade her about, the traditional Halloween Witch.

    Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, a toothless mouth beneath her
    deformed nose. Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw protracting from a
    bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs. Most think this
    abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind or merely a Halloween
    caricature. I disagree, I believe this to be how Witches were really seen.

    Consider that most Witches were women, were abducted in the night, and
    smuggled into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness to be presented by
    light of day as a confessed Witch. Few if any saw a frightened normal
    looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture,
    to be questioned until she confessed to anything suggested to her and to give
    names or what ever would stop the questions.

    Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed Witch.
    As the Witch was paraded through town en route to be burned, hanged,
    drowned, stoned or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love all created
    to free and save her soul from her depraved body, the jeering crowds viewed
    the results of hours of torture. The face bruised and broken by countless
    blows bore a hue of sickly green.
    The once warm and loving smile gone replaced by a grimace of broken teeth
    and torn gums that leers beneath a battered disfigured nose. The disheveled
    hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away
    the lovely tresses. Broken twisted hands clutched the wagon for support,
    fractured fingers with nails torn away locked
    like groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance of humanity gone
    this was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a Witch.

    I revere this Halloween Crone and hold her sacred above all. I honor her
    courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of man. Each year I shed
    tears of respect when the mundane exhibit their symbol of Christian love.

    Bill Angel

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