Worse Than a Horror Movie: Paulette (2005-2010)

Hi friend, I hope you are doing well, keeping safe and healthy. Today I would like to talk about a case that shocked me to my core but, since it involves children, I wanted to give you a heads-up before moving forward, so, if violence against that demographic is something you’d rather not hear about please click out of this post and look after yourself.

Last week, by mere happenchance while watching a random Mexican showbiz interview talk show, I heard for the very first time the name Paulette. Paulette? I thought to myself, who is Paulette and why is she being mentioned like that? So casually, yet, with a somber tone of voice… should I know about her? No, of course not, after all, the interviewer and the interviewee only mentioned the name and nothing else, but again, the mood in the room did change by that single name and those present seemed to agree with their silence. Paulette. Yes.

My gut feeling was right about Paulette, but my heart was not ready for everything I found online, on YouTube, and on the book ‘Paulette, Lo que no se dijo’ by journalist Martin Moreno.

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Paulette was the four-year old daughter of Lisette Farah and Mauricio Gebara (a well-to-do couple with connections with the Mexican government thanks to Mauricio’s dad) & the sister of seven-year old Lisette Gebara Farah (the first born daughter shared the mother’s first name). This big sister, Lisette, was known by the live-in nannies, sisters Erika and Martha, for displaying aggressive behavior supposedly out of jealousy toward Paulette for all the attention she was getting from everyone, you see, Paulette was born at six and a half months with both speech and motor disabilities and needed supervision 24 hours a day.

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On March 22, 2010 Paulette was reported missing from her high-security luxury home and nine days later (NINE!!) her lifeless body was discovered on her own bed (ON HER OWN BED!!), yes, her corpse was found in the little girl’s bedroom where dozens, hundreds of individuals came and went, where supporting friends and family members spent the night while the “kidnapping” was being investigated, where reporters sat along with the mother giving weird interviews saying her disappearance was to be blamed to UFO’s (not joking, she said that, it’s on tape).

The tragic nature of this event should be enough to make you feel outraged, right? Well, what if I told you that politics [allegedly] played the most important role in the story? Not the death of an innocent child but [allegedly] the Mexican government… Outraged? More like, enraged. Disgusted. Horrified.

This case has been on my mind for the entire week as I could not simply shake off the death of Paulette, of her being manhandled, desecrated, taken, returned like an object and placed in between the mattress and the bed frame, of her terrible demise being the symbol of everything that is wrong with Mexico, that is, that justice toward a victim is nonexistent if the perpetrator is a person in power, or, at least, a person with connections to a person in power. At first, I blamed the potential ineptitude of those officials handling the case (police, detectives, forensics, etc.) but thanks to Moreno’s journalistic effort, I learned that I should have been blaming instead the corruption of those who were clearly meddling in the case, protecting the obvious suspects. To me, Paulette’s case went from a horrible tragedy to an unfortunate instance of [corrupt] politics vs. justice.  

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It was an ugly image, that of a supposed “kidnapping” at a high-security luxury home with no evidence of forced entry, with no ransom note, or call, nothing at all. It was poor optics, that of an unemotional mother blaming UFO’s and who, on top of everything, happened to spend the weekend in Cabo with her [alleged] lover. And it was certainly in bad taste, that of the unknown true perpetrator(s) returning the little girl—dead for five days, as per autopsy report—nine days after having been taken from her own bed, to her own bed.

The “official” report concluded Paulette got stuck in her bed and her death was ruled an accident, moreover, it stated that had someone noticed her in time, her faith might have been different. Poor parents. Poor nannies. Poor policemen. Poor detectives. Poor forensics. Poor reporters. How embarrassing for them all, maybe “next time” they will have more “common sense” and look in the most conspicuous places, just to be safe. 

Well friend, I know that by now you know when I am being facetious and read that last part in my sarcastic tone of voice, I mean, gone for nine days? Found on her own bed? No one noticed the body? No one was held accountable? Sounds good to me. *eye roll*

If you are still interested in Paulette’s case and would like to know the play-by-play of the events, I highly recommend you watch this video which, luckily, you can enjoy with YT’s auto-translate if you do not speak Spanish. Need more content on the subject? Go to Netflix and watch the limited series Historia de un Crimen: La Búsqueda aka The Search for a sobering time.

In Love and Fear,

—Marath

© 2016-2021

Not Too Deep, Only Sin Deep — Tales from the Crypt (1989–1996)

Only Sin Deep (S1:E4) was the first ever episode from Tales from the Crypt (1989–1996) that I remember been exposed to. I was a child when I watched it and it made a mark in my psyche, I don’t know if it was for the worse or for the better, nevertheless, here I am today, ready to vomit into the internet void the reasons why I hold Sylvia Vane’s story dear to my heart.

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GRIT – Sylvia Vane was a 21-year old prostitute who had great looks, a badass attitude, a sharp tongue, and most importantly, a goal. Sylvia knew what she wanted and was willing to do everything in her power to get it, even if that meant to get rid of a pimp to reclaim her freedom out of the business.

THE DIRTY WORK – In her defense, all Sylvia really wanted was to teach the pimp a lesson by robbing him so she could have enough money to get out of the streets, however, she ended up pulling the trigger, leaving behind her not only an illegal past but also an even more illegal crime. Sylvia was a murderer now and she needed to cash in her bounty.

THE DIRTY TRADE – When Sylvia took to the pawn shop the stolen jewelry she could not sell it as it was apparently too ‘hot’ as told by the establishment owner, however, if she really needed the money, he said there was another option… $10,000.00 in exchange for a mold of her face, excuse me, her beauty, a mold of her beauty. Sylvia took the offer with the knowledge that she had four months to redeem her beauty if she wanted it back.

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OBJECTIVE – With a purse full of cash, a polished makeover, a new expensive wardrobe, and an even more expensive frame of mind, Sylvia infiltrated effortlessly a party of the man she had put her eye on back in her ‘working’ days. Remember that sharp tongue of hers? Well, she used it like a weapon, a sexual weapon, against her target, Ronnie Price, and it worked wonders. She made it. She was in.

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NAIVETY – It was four full months of bliss and happiness and Sylvia was truly living her dreams, dreams that got shaken by a weird occurrence on her face; was it acne, skin cancer, a genetic illness, voodoo? Whatever the reason, it was making this young and vibrant-looking woman to suddenly—and rapidly—start losing her perfect magnetic glow.

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REDEMPTION – Sylvia was many things but stupid was not one of them. She demanded the pawn shop owner to give her back her beauty, even when the deadline was past due. If her beloved lover, Ronnie Price, had taught her anything was that everyone had one, a price, that is. Sylvia went back to their luxury apartment and grabbed all the jewels that Ronnie had gifted her so she could pay off her debt when, horror of all horrors, Ronnie arrives home and since all he sees is a strange woman stealing from him, he threatens to call the cops and—bam!—gets shot by the girl of his dreams.

CONSEQUENCES – This was the end of the road for Sylvia. Yes, she had enough valuables to buy back her beauty, but would she want to risk being back to her normal self and get recognized by the police as Ronnie’s killer? As the pimp’s killer? Being faced by two bad options was the last thing she wanted, but freedom still meant more to her than anything so she chose to walk alone, on the street, with not a single dime to her name, defeated, but this time with her beauty not on her face, but on her arms.

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To me, Sylvia Vane’s story represents hope for a better future, hope in the knowledge that if you want something and put your mind and energy into it, you can get it. Maybe not forever. But at some point.

In Love and Fear,

-Marath

P.S. Wanna date and have twenty-seven minutes to spare? Here honey, enjoy:

© 2016-2021

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS: Why You Do Me This Way?

WHY!? Why you do me this way, Behind Closed Doors? What did I do to deserve such aggravation? 10 out of 10 triggered.

Hahaha, in all seriousness, I loved (L-O-V-E-D) this book so much and I am so happy to be here to tell you all about it. So, girlfriend, go make yourself comfortable and get ready to be gaslit (gaslighted?) second-handedly thanks to B. A. Paris and her exquisite, yet malevolent, main character—whom I did not (did not!) grow to adore—Mr. Jack Angel.

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

Few are the fiction authors whose writing style is so captivating I cannot put down their books and each paragraph, each chapter, feeds a sort of hunger that can only be satiated by more words, more prose. In the case of this thriller and suspense masterpiece, B. A. Paris kept nourishing me non-stop by way of psychological fiction, even if each bite hurt and made me feel sick, I could not stop asking for more, no, demanding for more as it was simply too delicious.

From the very start we were made aware that Grace Angel, Jack’s wife, was hiding something sinister and none of her acquaintances had a clue of it (well, Esther kind of did) and it was heartbreaking learning little by little how despicable Jack, the perfect husband and perfect lawyer, really was. Behind Closed Doors was Grace’s story told by her while jumping from The Past to The Present in each chapter and, in a brilliantly told way, she gave us morsels of information in one chapter to only jump to the next to lead us to believe that whatever we thought happened might had happened (the narrative played with time), to then—bam!—confirm in the next one, and in gut-wrenching graphic detail, that indeed it did. The best way I can describe this literary back and forth dance would be to compare it to sex; the rhythm from one chapter only got amplified on the next to only explode in the following one.

Now, having said that, did I like to learn that Jack allegedly killed his mom when he was a teenager and worshiped his violent dad to only blame him for his crime? No, I did not. Did I like to learn that Jack gave Grace a dog to only starve it to death? No, I didn’t! Did I enjoy learning of Jack’s plan to use Grace to get to Millie, Grace’s younger sister with Down syndrome, so he could torture her? NO! OF COURSE NOT! But did I appreciate how he did all those things? Mmmh, I mean, I was not mad about it…

Please, hear me out, don’t judge me too hard, okay? I feel like you can tell where I am coming from, given that we are both horror fans with a soft spot for troubled, good looking, bad boys… what was that? How do I know he was good looking? Oh, damn, I actually don’t know but all I can say is that the whole time I was picturing him like this:

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[I can thank The Invisible Man (2020) for the male image cue due the movie’s subject on domestic abuse… *eye roll*]

So, as I was saying, Jack was problematic but in a non-repulsive kind of way and, truth be told, on the chapter where Grace escapes from her room and tries to hide downstairs in the pitch-black sitting area while doing her best not to make a sound so Jack wouldn’t find her, he, all of the sudden, breathes on her right cheek and says “Boo!”—AAAH!—I lost it here. I loved that my brain was being extra generous with me in that specific moment and let me enjoy that scene to the maximum by ‘feeling’ Jack’s breath on my own right cheek and by ‘hearing’ that Boo on my right ear and by giving me goose bumps so hard that I had to put the book down and stand up to shake it off. (Yes, I looked like a crazy person when this happened but I mean who cares.)

I am not going to talk about the ending but I will say this, I wish Grace had been there with Jack when “it” happened so that we could have heard all the gory juicy details, alas, just by knowing that “it” happened and that Esther had Grace’s back (God bless her female instinct) and that she and Millie were now free and safe, girl, that was all we could have really asked for.

If I didn’t make myself clear, this book was such a hard hitter that at times it made me feel gross and triggered and offended and, at other times (most of the times?), the total opposite (don’t judge me). I would highly recommend Behind Closed Doors if you are in the mood for mind games and some good old fashioned gaslighting all while being entertained by a handsome psychopath. #sorryNOTsorry

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In Love and Fear,

-Marath

© 2016-2021