The shame chair

There was a 'shame chair' in the house that I would share with other Vietnamese refugee girls. Blueberry was tied to the chair for hours...

There was a ‘shame chair’ in the house that I would share with other Vietnamese refugee girls. Blueberry was tied to the chair for hours…

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I never told my friends out of shame that two men had cowardly tricked me and I narrowly escaped ‘the shame chair’ in the house I shared with other Vietnamese refugee girls. To the girls in the house, they still believed that I harboured a secret of what happended that night. But wait there’s more!

The shame chair poem

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(Rondelet-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

It’s the shame chair,
In the house that is communal.
It’s the shame chair,
That imprints the mind with nightmare,
That reforms girl who ain’t moral,
That serves as a warning to all.
It’s the shame chair.

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by John Hain.

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