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November 17, 2010

One survivor’s harsh realization that she was a victim of domestic violence.

It was worst on her birthdays. Most of the time, Olga (her name and other identifying details have been changed for her protection) could hold back her emotions, put on the blank face she knew could shut down her husband’s brutal tirades. But on special occasions, Olga couldn’t help but feel that she was entitled to a little bit of happiness.
And that’s when he pounced.

My sister Nina

When my sister, Nina Leibman, was murdered by her husband in October 1995 in Santa Cruz, she was looking for a new beginning — struggling to end a marriage that had become unhealthy and draining, hoping to create a new family life for herself and her children, Philip and Laura. Instead, her husband made the callous and brutal decision to kill Nina — cutting short her dreams, plunging her children, her parents and sisters into a terrible nightmare of grief and depriving the world of a vibrant, intelligent, accomplished woman and all that she might have achieved.

An increase in domestic abuse spotlights the role of verbal violence

Marcia and Norman Burnam were crossing Madison Avenue in Manhattan on their way to American Jewish Committee headquarters, where Marcia, an AJC national governor, was about to chair a meeting. She was going over the agenda in her head when her husband looked at her.

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