I’ve been reading a lot about the botched kidnapping by a mother and the 60 Minutes crew. There are lots of angles and perspectives. I haven’t seen too much about the impact of this on the children involved.
Although this happened over three decades ago, as I sit here and type, my hands are shaking, my heart is pounding and I feel like I can’t breathe. Images are flooding my mind I just feel sick for the trauma these children (and many like us) have been through.
My 11 year old sister was ‘kidnapped’ when we were waiting on a platform to travel two stations to buy our mother a birthday present. I was 12 years old.
We were the only two on our side of the platform. Across the tracks it was busier as that side was city bound. I noticed a rather large man enter through the gate on our side, he walked towards us. My sister was closest to him and he, without a word, simply picked her up. It happened very quickly, she began screaming (as did I). She was struggling and I was trying to pull her off him but he was too big and too strong. He carried her to the gate and threw her in to a parked vehicle and I couldn’t do anything but watch as the car sped off.
I knew enough at that age to think I know what this man’s intentions might be with an 11 year old girl. I was terrified.
CCTV footage of the botched kidnapping in Lebanon involving 60 minutes. Post continues after video…
I turned and without thinking jumped on to the tracks to get to where the people were. I know I was screaming for help and for someone to call the police. I banged on the door of the station master’s office (they had them in those days) begging them to call the police. The door didn’t open and there was no response at all.
Desperate, I jumped back on the tracks to get to the closest street hoping someone, anyone, would help me. In hindsight, I’m probably pretty lucky I didn’t get hit by a train, I wouldn’t have been looking out for them.
I ran to the closest house still screaming, banging on the door, it seemed like an eternity before someone answered it. I was just about to run off to try the next house when the door opened and the first thing I saw was a knife, I think I almost fainted right then and there. The occupants not knowing what to expect from a screaming crazy person on their doorstep weren’t taking any chances.
I screamed for them to call the police as my sister had been kidnapped. They did. I’m comforted today still by the few minutes of comfort I received from this couple in the middle of the madness I was experiencing.
The police did come, they were wonderful. I don’t recall ever having been so relieved to see anybody in my life. Of course, I didn’t have practical information like make and model of the car or a number plate.