Chapter 68 Aymo's Memoirs, 1

"Ah Mu, Ah Mu, FK, damn little bitch, where did you die, you, like your mother, are born bitch... slap, tell her to get out."

Violent beating and scolding sounded repeatedly in the room, and the mother's painful begging and sobbing, like the whisper of a devil, kept rushing into her head.

Aimo curled up her young body and hid in the dark space under the floor, covering her ears with her hands desperately, her lower lip was unconsciously bitten by teeth until it bled.

The man who broke into the home was her biological father, who drank, gambled, smoked opium and never went to work.

Only when he had no money would he come home and take every penny of his mother's hard work.

All she and her mother got was vicious swearing, kicking and threats.

"Bichi, I should sell you to Hualou, just wait, sooner or later I will sell you pair of bitches together, I will do this, fk, damn it..."

The sound faded away, and Aymo tried to let go of his hands covering his ears, and was hesitating whether to go out to have a look, when he heard a loud roar of 'Ah~~' from outside the house.

Immediately following the nightmarish footsteps wandering the room again, the vicious curse followed: "FK, if I don't see that little bitch next time, I'll use a cigar to burn a cigar on your face. , one, one scar, haha..."

After an unknown amount of time, Aymo seemed to hear a call from afar. The voice was full of love, warm as the sun, and calmed down her trembling body and mind.

"Aymo, Aymo, it's okay, it's okay." Holding tightly in his mother's arms, Aimo could see her bruised eye circles and bloody nose bridge.

The corner of her mouth was torn by a sharp weapon, and the blood flowed profusely, which was the scar left by the broken wine bottle.

"Mom, divorce him! I don't want him to disturb our life anymore, I hate him, I want him... to die." A trace of resentment welled up in Aimo's eyes.

"No, Aymo, he's your father, you can't look at him like this." The mother stroked her cheek with her hand, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, which couldn't be stopped.

"I can't get rid of him, Aymo, there's no way, he'll kill us, I can't let him hurt you, I love you baby, you know baby, I will always love you."

Little Aimo, who was only 8 years old, was hugged tightly by his mother, looking numbly at the cold world.

One day, Aimo saw a piece of news in the newspaper he picked up: "Lawyer Joseph won the lawsuit, a domestic violence killer, and reborn women who suffered from domestic violence..."

"Mom, I want to go to school." Taking advantage of the man's absence, Aimo quietly ran home, looking up at his mother's eyes with the light called 'hope'.

She knew very well that there was no way for the family to pay a large amount of legal fees, and she also knew that her mother would only choose to swallow her anger.

So Aymo made a decision in his heart, 'Become a lawyer and get back my dignity and my mother's freedom. '

The mother enrolled Elmo at a mission school four blocks away, and bribed the pastor with the money she secretly saved so that Elmo Jr. could stay overnight at the school.

Since then, there has been a girl in the school who is always holding a book, her clothes are always full of patches, her shoes are full of holes, and her body is thin and weak.

But as time went by, the light called 'hope' in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

At night, when other children are home, or in the warm room of the school, sleeping under the covers.

Aymo would appear around the corner of the office building, in the hallway outside the room where the priests rested, and by the dirty cesspool at the back of the building.

There is always a light on in these places every night, allowing her to read the books in her hands all night long, and Aymo greedily absorbs the knowledge in the books.

Her mind is not very smart, but she is willing to spend ten times, a hundred times more effort than others,

In that thin body, there seemed to be a gigantic giant hidden, supporting her to move forward.

Mother rarely came to see her, and every time she came, she just left some money in a hurry, and left in a hurry to cover her face full of scars.

Cold bread was cheap, so she ate cold bread. If there was no milk, she went to the water pipe to drink cold water. When the weather was cold, she folded the quilt into double layers and slept curled up.

The shoes are rotten, so she wears the old shoes she picked up, and when the clothes are worn out, she cuts out good fabrics from the old clothes and sews them into a colorful new 'fashionable' dress.

Even though she would be ridiculed and looked down upon countless times because of this, even if everyone called her a poor ghost and a country bumpkin behind her back, Aymo still persisted and persisted silently.

Only in the dead of night, when people huddled under the street lamp and read a book, tears would wet the pages of the book drop by drop, and the silent sobs witnessed her growth and hard work.

Aymo buckles every penny to the extreme, except for one thing.

buy books!

Every weekend, Aimo would get up early in good spirits. Even if he only slept for 4 hours a day, his body would be full of strength just thinking of learning new knowledge immediately.

It was just dawn, and Aimo was already standing in front of the bookstore in the flea market. When the boss opened the door a crack, she scuttled in like a sly squirrel.

When flipping through the books, Aymo would choose the ones he needed one by one, pile them all up beside him, and then sit on it and read carefully.

Until nightfall, Aimo would put the finished books back to their original places, and then he would buy old books that he hadn't read in the future without hesitation.

The boss has long been used to this. From the initial scolding, to the later silence, and now to the half-selling, half-giving, Aymo also remembered it in his heart.

"You will definitely be promising, future big shot." The boss said with a smile.

That was the first time Aimo received encouragement. When the words passed through the ear holes and passed through the nerves to the brain, Aimo seemed to hear a loud noise that opened up the world.

Boom~~

The loud noise was so shocking, an unprecedented strength and confidence moved through her limbs, but her clothes were wet with tears.

With a thin body squatting in front of the table, Aymo hugged his knees tightly with his hands, crying so hard that he was heartbroken for the first time in his life.

"I will, I will become a big shot, and I will show you." With red and swollen eyes, Aimo struggled to carry a stack of books half her height, and walked forward with her head held high.

With the growth of age and the accumulation of knowledge, Aimo's performance became more and more outstanding. She was first admitted to St Paul's Girls' School (St. Paul's Girls' School in London) with excellent grades.

Later, he received a special offer from Harvard Law School and received a full scholarship.

When Aymo was walking steadily towards the goal with her head held high, the bad news came that her mother slipped and fell from the roof of the building due to exhaustion and died on the spot.

Aimo ran home like a wind, only to see the open door and the room that seemed to have been ravaged by robbers. The man disappeared with the only valuable thing in the house.

After holding a simple funeral for her mother, Aimo began to investigate the cause of her mother's death. She didn't believe that her mother died of a mistake, and all this must have something to do with that man.

Because on her mother's body, she saw fresh scars all over her body, but no one took them seriously, and Aymo could only rely on herself to find out the truth.

While studying hard, he investigated the cause of his mother's death. When he was about to graduate, Aymo finally collected enough evidence and found the man's whereabouts.

"Your Honor, I request to defend myself as a litigant. I am a student of Harvard Law School, and I am about to..." In court, Aymo tried to defend himself.

But the answer she got was: "Reject the application."

There was even cruel sarcasm from the jury, "What can women do?" "They should go home and do housework."

"They can also be used to give birth to children, haha..." "No, no, that's to satisfy men's desires, followed by children..."

As a result, it was no surprise that Aimo lost the case. The jury didn't even read her evidence, but just relied on the man's remarks to decide the lawsuit.

"You bastard, Bichi, I will find you, and I will let you know the price of offending me." The demonic curse came into the brain again, and Aimo just sat there, as if he had lost his soul.

"Prestige, status... rights, if I have higher rights, they can make them value me, and no one can despise me anymore." Aymo's eyes ignited a raging flame.

Study, study, study, Aimo appeared in various courts, and hundreds of notebooks were filled with the analysis of the case, the skills of the defense and the pleadings.

At the same time, her performance in school was even better, and she even overwhelmed other students who couldn't hold their heads up, thus attracting the attention of many tutors.

In the end, Aimo got 7 invitations for tutors, including the dean of the law school, and she chose the unknown tutor who was born in the Royal Lawyers.

Advising the tutor, writing complaints, and analyzing the case, Aimo's experience has become more and more abundant, and his performance has become more and more ruthless.

She has never been greedy for merit, and with her selfless assistance, the reputation of her mentor spread all over Europe, until one day, the mentor looked at her and asked, "Do you want to enter the Royal Lawyers?"

Aymo showed a relieved smile and nodded firmly.

When she stood in court again, her sharp words and tricky questions left the judge and jury speechless, and at that moment Aymo was radiant.

She finally avenged her mother. The man who had been haunting her for 16 years like a nightmare was finally sentenced to death for 'murder, perjury, and violence'.

At the moment when everyone left after the trial, she hadn't realized how bleak her future was.

"No, you can't follow up on this case..."

"No, these are not things you can touch..."

"There is no need for a woman here, go away..."

"Go and organize the files! You don't need to intervene here."

"This is my case, go away..."

Aimo's performance was too eye-catching, and her sharp words prevented the judge and jury from getting off the stage. She was isolated by the team and the legal profession.

'A stupid woman who doesn't know good and bad,' was what the judge said of her in private after the trial ended that day.

"Aymo, you have performed too well, and your identity is a poor man, there will be no place for you here, understand?" This was the answer she got from her mentor.

Aimo tried to contact outside law firms, hoping to get a job, but she suddenly found that there were no female lawyers in these law firms.

Even if there are sporadic women in it, they only do some work of organizing documents, receiving reception, and serving tea and water.

It was only at this moment that Aimo clearly realized that the biggest reason for her isolation was not her eye-catching performance, but simply because she was a woman.

During the First World War, due to the excessive labor force, the Chancellor of the Exchequer launched the Women's Wartime Movement, allowing more women to leave their homes and enter factories to work.

But the remuneration they can get is only half of that of men, and the amount of work they need to complete is 2 to 3 times that of men.

There is no labor contract, no legal provisions, everything comes from the voluntary of both parties.

Since then, women have demanded fair treatment, but it has never been answered.

A total of 1.5 million women worked full-time during the war, doing heavy work for low pay.

When the war ended, many soldiers returned from the cruel battlefield, and they found that the jobs that belonged to them were actually occupied by women.

"Women must go." "Women get out of the factory." "Give me back my job, Bichi." They conveyed such voices.

In the following year, 80 percent of the women lost their jobs, and the men regained the jobs that 'belonged' to them.

Waves of resistance from women's associations have grown in number, and the authorities can no longer ignore their existence.

As a result, Congress was forced to pass three bills at the end of the 19th century, allowing women to run for Congress, enrolling in Oxford or Cambridge, and granting women over the age of 30 the right to vote.

It seems that a key victory has been achieved, but in fact, under the circumstances at the time, all the women who lost their jobs were basically under the age of 30.

The passage of the bill did not bring about any change in their lives, and even in order to retaliate against women's ignorance and arrogance, some fields imposed stricter blockades on women.

At the beginning of the 20th century, Charing Cross Hospital (Charing Cross Hospital) lacked a large number of doctors, but they still insisted on rejecting female students from medical school.

Such unspoken rules are also implemented in the fields of finance, medicine, research, and law.

Women did not receive equal voting rights until 1928.

But the actual social status has not changed. It is precisely because of this connection that Aimo, who is not reconciled, chooses to come to the United States to find opportunities in this new country.

She wants to win the dignity she should have for herself, she wants to look down on those proud men, and she wants to become a barrister that everyone looks up to.

Now, someone gave her such a chance.

PS: Female discrimination in foreign countries was very common in the first half of the 20th century, and it was not really improved until the 1970s and 1980s.

It was even worse in the 19th century or before, interested friends can find out by themselves.