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by kirsten anderberg
Friday, May. 12, 2006 at 3:05 AM
Survivors of MacLaren Hall describe horror. “Children with burnt skin, black eyes, arms in slings and legs in casts, were familiar sights.” We are the survivors of Mac Hall, this is our story...
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The Lost Orphans of Los Angeles
By Kirsten Anderberg (www.kirstenanderberg.com)
This article is dedicated to The County of Los Angeles' Office of the County Counsel, and RAYMOND G. FORTNER, COUNTY COUNSEL, for sending cold, callous form letters to Mac Hall survivors telling us our Mac Hall files have "been misplaced."
Imagine not knowing where you spent parts of your childhood and with whom. That is the fate that I, along with thousands of other children, (some of whom speak out in this article), unfortunate enough to be born into Los Angeles County from the 1950âs â 2003, have suffered. We, as children, were warehoused in an asylum-like institution called MacLaren Hall, for our parentsâ serious criminal-level child abuse. Mac Hall was a âchild protection institution.â Mac Hall is a hidden atrocity, in the history of a modern U.S. city, and its story needs to be uncorked. I am gathering and presenting the actual testimony of survivors to the public on this matter, and am also pushing the County of L.A. to let us testify on record about this institutionalized child abuse and its entrails left within our social fabric. Survivors of Mac Hall describe horror. âChildren with burnt skin, black eyes, arms in slings and legs in casts, were familiar sights.â
One woman who wrote me after reading my own MacLaren Hall story online (http://resist.ca/~kirstena/pagemaclarenhall.html) described Mac Hall as âso much nicer and safer than where I came from,â then went on to describe her memories of the place as having âgang beatings, babies crying, girls sniffing hairspray or whatever they could get...â I, too remember gangs of teen girls molesting us as they were left in charge of us in big bathtubs that fit many girls at a time. I remember about six other 8 year old girls in a bathtub with me, with teen girl inmates left in charge of us, telling us how they tried to kill their parents so we had better shut up and let them do what they wanted or they would kill us. They seemed credible as an 8 year old and I shut up.
Another email I got from someone who read my article on Mac Hall had the subject line âMacLaren Hall and their stupid Teddy Bear.â He was referring to the box of toys they give traumatized kids when they leave Mac Hall. All of us were in severe trauma, then they let us out with a social worker, handed us a box of toys, and said, âBe happy.â I remember wanting to get rid of those toys asap as they reminded me of Mac Hall! I wrote a survivor about my recollection of the toy bag, which included a âShrinking Violetâ doll and a perfume doll. She responded, âI remember getting one of those perfume dolls too! Mine was purple and her hair smelled for a long time afterwards.â This may sound weird for adults to be talking about what toys they got when they were released from Mac Hall, but for most everyone I have spoken to who survived Mac Hall, they have had no chance to talk to anyone about this ever, their whole lives. Only in finding other Mac Hall survivors via my online article about it in 1st person, have some of us actually found our brothers and sisters who *know* what Mac Hall really was.
One Mac Hall survivor said he contacted me because he âwanted to meet another person who might have had some experiences at MacLaren Hall.â He sent me a Google aerial shot of Mac Hall as it looks today. I could still see the fences along the perimeter, and the dorms, play yard, and courthouse. I could see the sparkling pools just across the street that I used to watch the âfree kidsâ splash in, through the chain link and barbed wire fences.
Another survivor wrote me about my Mac Hall article and said âAs I began to read the story, tears began to fall from my eyes. I could not believe you were also telling my story. I, too was there in 1969, but I was only 3 years old. Here is my story with only a few things to add. I remember the day I got a bad rash and I was put into solitary confinement. A small cubicle, with 4 white walls and a bed. There was also a bathroom with a door which was locked. There was a small window with bars, which was my only outlet to the outside. There were a few trees which I often remember looking at. I didnât have visitors or human contact for the time I was sick. It seemed like forever. I could not leave that room. When I needed to use the bathroom I had to knock on a glass window where there was a wide long hallway. There were times when I would knock and knock and the staff would just pass me by without coming in to unlock the bathroom door so I could use the restroom. I would hold onto my urine until I couldnât anymore and scream and cry, hoping someone would hear me from far away. I was so scared what they would do to me if I wet my bed or just let it go. I felt so helpless and asked god, âWhy me?â If this was life, let me die. I actually wanted to be dead, it was a nightmare which I still have today.â
She continues, âI didnât understand anything. I just cried the whole time. I forgot how long it was for, but it seemed like forever. I also remember I got to change my clothes once a week and all the children would go running for the drawer to find pants or a shirt that might fit. Sometimes you just had to take whatever, even if it didnât fit. I also went back when I was around 8 years old for the same torture. Our stories are so much alike. Iâm interested to know how this affected your adult life. Thank you for sharing your story and allowing me to share with you. This is the first time that I have been able to let this out. I hope all of the MacLaren Children that were able to survive through their childhood are now good and strong and those that did not make it, may god be with them and bless them. They are now in peace at least.â
I was in Mac Hall when I was 8 in 1969. I remember hearing children and babies shrieking in terror all night long, all day long. It was creepy and horrific as you wondered, alone inside bars, what was going on down the halls to have all this tortured screaming echoing off all the linoleum. There was so much violence that led these tortured children INTO Mac Hall and there was so much violence from guards on down to other inmates in Mac Hall, that I also asked god to kill me at age 8 in Mac Hall. I also came very close to just jumping off a bridge right in front of my dad within 6 months of being released from Mac Hall too, as I was not able to just sweep Mac Hall under the rug and go on as if nothing had happened. Most Mac Hall survivors addressed the suicide issue in Mac Hall as kids, and once out, as well. What haunts most of us is not only the abuse we suffered as children, and the sick view of the world that gave us, but the real thing that wonât give us peace is WHY. *Why* did society leave thousands of kids for dead in L.A. County? Was it just about money? No one wanted to care for us? Many of us wished ourselves dead. The woman above said she was wishing for death in Mac Hall at age 3. I was wishing for it at age 8.
People do not understand how much Mac Hall trailed its victims well into adulthood. I had a woman write me about her lesbian partner who had been in Mac Hall. She wrote me in 2003, when I was 42 years old. She said, âI saw your posting about MacLaren Hall kids. I personally was not in MacLaren Hall, but my partner and lifemate was. She would have been 42 in Jan., but she took her life in 2001. She had told me so much about MacLaren Hall that I feel I lived there. In addition...she also kept detailed journals each day of her life since she was a teenager and I am in possession of those journals and I know her thoughts and feelings about MacLaren Hall and her stay there...If youâd be interested in her story of MacLaren, Iâd be happy to oblige. Itâs one more way of keeping her memory alive.â
To be honest, I have not yet met a Mac Hall survivor who has not contemplated suicide during childhood, nor have I met one who is not passionate about what happened there as having a life long impact on them. Another survivor wrote me and said, âItâs sad to admit to myself that I am a Mac Hall alum...I donât talk about it, and I try so hard not to think about it. Because of Mac Hall and being one of the *lost children* of L.A. County (i.e. CPS lost track of thousands of children in the 1980âs), I went into social work...because I wanted no other child to be put in that situation. I finally left CPS work and went into a non-profit because the thoughts of Mac became overwhelming and I had to see a therapist. It was his suggestion I leave CPS work, for my own sanity...They cannot ever pay for what they have done. But I want a PUBLIC-nationally televised, dammit- apology, and I want restitution for those who want or need it and will support that cause!â
I met a man who said he had been in jail for years as an adult after coming out of Mac Hall. He said the night he came to Mac Hall, his dad had beat him, broken his bones and he had tried to stab his father. He said the reason so many of the children themselves were so violent in Mac Hall was they had just come straight from severe violence at home. And were dropped into an unknown place, in an unknown situation. He said any child who came into Mac Hall with any innocence left, would have it quickly consumed by the other children in there as if it were candy. He described Mac Hall as âa facility where children wait for a vacancy in a foster home. Children with burnt skin, black eyes, arms in slings and legs in casts, were familiar sights in that place. My ribcage was wrapped and my fractured elbow was in a cast. At night the counselors comforted the children who sobbed and cried out, âI want to go home to my mommy and daddy.â In the scary, lonely night, the anxiety of changing homes and schools and parents in one drastic swoop was a powerful uncertainty which made the sheltered children tremble and cry for the security of a bondage they were familiar with...Those nights at MacLaren Hall disgusted me. I felt myself stronger than the other children. But when I was paroled three years ago, there were several times when the desire to go rob a bank again was so strong that I finally sought counseling...I considered myself a stranger in this âfree worldâ and longed at times to go back to prison, the world I was most comfortable in.â I fear many Mac Hall survivors ended up in jail like this man, due to this feeling of never being at home in the âfree world,â due to past experiences.
He said he spent 9 years in prison and 2 years in solitary confinement once aging out of the juvenile system. He found it hard to think in ways that were not institutionalized. This is the very definition of âinstitutionalized oppression,â as well as âinternalized oppression.â He had grown up in institutions and later had to do hard work to derail that pattern of thinking institutions breed. He went from a childhood in Mac Hall with his brother, to jail for decades. Then he went back to Mac Hall and began to volunteer there right before they shut it down in May 2003. Most of us have emotional ties to Mac Hall left in us, as unresolved nightmares, basically. And most of us feel we are supposed to *do something* as adults about what we saw in Mac Hall. Each of us tries to figure out a way to do something...I write about it, the one woman above tried to do social work with kids, the other man tried to go back to Mac Hall to help.
I sent away for my records from Mac Hall recently (Spring 2006). I was both terrified of what I would see and yet anxious to get some closure. I wanted to know when I was in there, for how long, how I got there, where I went from there...since my family refuses to speak to me about Mac Hall since it happened, basically. I wanted to know what the police records said led me to Mac Hall. I was scared that I had seen the whole thing through a childâs eyes, and to hear it in adult words now, as an adult, could be really frightening. For instance, once I called an attorney who had taken my mom and me in, 2 years before the Mac Hall mess, while he defended my mom in custody battles, pro bono, from my dad. I called him as an adult, at age 30, to ask him about my childhood, as much of it is a blur. He said he took my mom and me in because she was not functioning and they wanted me to have a chance. So they brought me to their posh home in Tarzana, and let me swim in their pool and ride bikes with their kids for the summer, while, he said, my mom curled up in a fetal position and sobbed like a child most of her days at his house. It somehow felt really shameful to hear him say that. On many levels. And it brought back the image of my mother in a scary, withdrawn, fetal position, when I was alone with her in an apt. as a 6 year old, and I was relieved when he did move us to where other people were. But I had forgotten how sick my mom was. And it was scary to talk to him, to be honest. He only said horrible, scary things about my mom. He brought me back to that dark veil that was my mom. The darkness that led to Mac Hall eventually.
I requested my files from Mac Hall recently because I wanted to see my own records of my own childhood when the state was my parent. But just like my own dad, who handed me his âKirsten picturesâ when I was 33, as if they were cluttering up his other familyâs photo album, L.A. County has supposedly âmisplacedâ my Mac Hall files. They sent a reply to my request to the County recently, and the letter said nothing but âyour records have been misplaced.â The letter did not say they were going to look for them, nor did they explain how my juvenile records, which included police reports, court hearings, judgments, and also internment of my body, and placement into foster care, had no records on file. The State of California was able to easily locate my birth certificate in Los Angeles County when I requested it in 2003, but in 2006 when I requested the Countyâs records of my childhood, 8 years later, in their custody, no records can be found. Just like my dadâs 4th familyâs photo album. To me, it feels like malicious destruction of evidence to have just âmisplacedâ Mac Hall survivorsâ records. And for L.A. County to just send form letters out to survivors saying they are not even going to *try* to *find* our records, just infuriates me.
Mac Hall did not close in 2003. It is still fully alive in its survivors and those who did not survive. I feel a sisterhood, a brotherhood, with Mac Hall survivors. I feel a kinship to kids going through similar dehumanization in institutions today. I relate to the *lost children* everywhere. I want society to understand that *lost children* grow up and we do not forget. And we are haunted by what being *lost children* or *living orphans* taught us. Some of us turned into criminals as we had no social connect at all. Some of us withdrew and never did trust humans again, since childhood. Many of us went on, pretending it never happened, but wondering what that was and if it could happen again. Mac Hall needs much more media discussion and exposure as it is a model of child abuse in recent society, in current history, and its survivors are willing to talk. And we must let them talk. And we must listen to what they are saying. There are lessons to be learned about children, and society, within the words of Mac Hall survivors. I honor all my Mac Hall sisters and brothers who read this today. You are not alone.
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Monday, Jun. 20, 2016 at 9:35 PM
I too was in Maclaren Hall, I believe it was in the late 60s. I remember the bathroom with long rows of small toilets, I remember a girl about my age in a crib with a net over the top so she couldnt get out. I also remember some pretty good physical abuse. Im really not sure even why I thought to look this up, but I figured I should at least leave a comment. I didnt realize there were so many of us out there.
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Sunday, Aug. 21, 2016 at 9:55 AM
I too am a survivor that developed DID also known as multiple personalities, several psychiatric facilities, still d paying the price for my abusers 40 years later. I also have horrific memories of bath time with teenage girls threatening us is holding us under water when they'd wash your hair. I at 7 was in the Pixie ring... Sleeping on a green cot in a row with several girls my age, all with their own horrifying stories, I never slept. I remember crying for my mom and being told YOU WANT TO Cry, then being sent to spend the night with the older girls Annette yes I cried all night as I was slapped or pushed or spit on. And who remembers Santa Clause??? Creep, ruined Christmas for me, memories actually nightmares that will never leave you and the sad thing is, they still don't care. Ohh and my records... Well they are SEALED because my father was a cop, go figure!
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by Renee idVer:3e194e82e18d7f4782ee401e3544b6594
Thursday, Sep. 07, 2017 at 11:22 PM
firstname.lastname@example.org 4154446261 580 Oceana Drive, P.O. Box 274
I remember that my mom took all 6 of us to the store and bought us new clothes. We wore matching white jeans with elastic waists and red and white striped t -shirts. I was happy with my new clothes. Matt was 8. I was 5 1/2 James was 4, Jenny was 2 1/2 and twins Jeff & Julie were babies. She took us to this place and she told me that she would come back at night to get us.
They took me inside the bathroom and stripped off my new clothes. There was a huge bathtub. I remember feeling very embarrassed and humiliated to be naked. The lady who gave me a bath in the dirty water was very kind and nice. They put old clothes on me that were too big. They couldn't find any shoes my size so I wore socks that were also very big. At night they put us all in bed. There were rows of beds down each side of the long room. A "guard" lady sat at the door of the room. I started to cry and the girl in the bed beside me asked me why I was crying. I told her that my mother had promised me that she would come take me at night. She said "Your mother is never coming back". Every night I would try to stay awake because I thought the guard at the door would fall asleep and then I could escape.
I remember feeling neglected. The kind lady who gave me a bath was only there the first day. I felt totally neglected of any kind of affection from then on. I didn't understand why they took our new clothes away from us and why I never had shoes to wear. There was a little yard"playground" that we were allowed to go out to sometimes. There was a tall metal fence with barbed wire. I used to stand at the fence and cry and watch kids who were free on the outside world play ball and run around. I wanted so much to be out. My sisters and brothers were all in different sections. They never let us see each other. Sometimes I could catch a glance at my twin sister and brother in the room with the cribs when we walked by in lines to go to the cafeteria. Once I was in the cafeteria and I realized my brother James was sitting at the table behind me. I turned to talk to him and was scolded for turning around. We weren't even allowed to speak to each other. James still has a scar on his chest. They threw boiling tea on him because he wouldn't eat his broccoli. My brother Matt was put in solitary confinement as punishment because he put up a fight and was refusing to go to school. He was refusing because he wanted to see his 5 younger brothers and sisters and they wouldn't let him. He was the oldest and 8 years old and he felt responsible for us. He just told me about this yesterday. He said he was suicidal at age 8. That;s all he could tell me before his eyes filled with tears and he said he can't talk about this anymore. He's almost 60 years old now.
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by By Josie
Saturday, Jan. 20, 2018 at 8:23 PM
I cant remember how old I was when I spent time at Mac. There are a lot of my memories that I think I have blocked out and can't remember. I do remember being taken away from my parents late at night and being separated from my 3 sisters who where teenagers. I remember a teddy bear with a heart in its hand symbol I think was on the robes. I remember being placed in a room with a bunch of other kids my same age. I remember crying to another little gurl in the room who was trying to comfort me and being asked "why I was crying?" She told I'd never see My family again or my sisters. I don't know how long I was there for either. I remember them dumping out clothes, shoes, underwear, etc out of closets on the floor and us using to scavenge to find something or anything that fit. I remember my first day I had no idea what was happening and I ended up with no shoes, a jumpsuit twice my size and no shoe laces. I remember being bullied by kids and picked on for crying at first. I learned real quick not to cry or show weakness or I was going to be picked on. I remember random testing, blood tests and them giving me meds. I was never on any medication before or after so I have no idea what they were giving me. I remember longing to see my sisters and the staff not listening or even caring about us. I don't remember much staff interaction at all. I remember the crying of babies down the hall and hearing crazy sad stories from other kids about the abuse there and at there former homes. I remember being told I would be adopted soon, i was terrified. We were taken away from my parents due to a supision that my dad abused me. It turmed out to not be true but here we were anyway. My sisters faught to get me to be moved to there dorm out of fear that I was much younger then them and I would be adopted out and lost in the sytem. I remember once I got there seeing girls sleeping in the hallways due to being over crowded, my sister was one of them. I removed fights, talks of rape and abuse and kids being put in solitary. I remember a girl trying to commit suicide in one of the rooms and an ambulance taking her away.While there I remember a staff member having a radio and we listened to it in a common room area. I swear I can't hear the George Michael song "I'm never going to dance again" with out thinking of that ugly place. After leaving there me and my sisters never talked about that place or shared our experiences there. I'm now 36yrs old and suffered nightmares, migraines, high anxiety and a lot of trust issues due to my time there. Honestly I don't know why I looked this up , maybe because I'm in recovery from my past trauma and in the process of my inventory my story from this place keeps coming up. I have just recently been sharing my story and speaking on what happened to me there. I never met anyone before who could relate or understand what it was like to have this experience. My childhood was over the moment I walked In there. I had to grow up really quick and watch my back everywhere I went. I still do.
As I heal my story always comes back to this moment in time if trauma. In the movie "The shack " God tells Mack, "I need to take you back to the shack, because this is where you got stuck". That hit home for me.
Unfortunately my story was not just mine. To all the survivors from this place I feel your pain and know your not alone..
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