WILL NOT REST
Will Not Rest is an organisation
founded by Bobby Aazami, using
theatre, storytelling and social justice as a vital process to:
Empower families and friends to become better protectors of children against child sexual abuse.
Stand by and advocate for survivors of sexual assault.
Raise awareness and educate against rape culture.
Join our online community and help
contribute towards creating safer communities.
STANDING UP FOR KIDS +
UNTIL EVERYONE DOES
SURVIVORS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
"I cannot recommend this show highly enough. It should be compulsory viewing for all parents, a conversation starter for health-care professionals,
a challenge to law-makers and a healing balm for survivors. 5 stars!"
"Funny, moving and a call to action - Bobby Aazami's 'The Six Million Dollar Kid' is a must see. It shows how the simple act of sharing a story - can change the lives of those who hear it."
What People Are Saying
The Statistics on
Child Sexual Abuse
1 in 4 girls and 1 in 6 boys will be molested before age 17
90% of pedophiles abuse children they know with almost 80 percent by a parent or step-parent
50% or more of abused children are between the ages of 5 and 11
84% of all prison inmates have been abused as a child
65% of people in treatment for drug abuse have been maltreated as a child
25% less likely to practice safe sex, putting them at a greater risk for STD's
80% meet criteria for at least one psychological disorder as adults
Quarter of all girls are sexually assaulted before they reach the age of 18.
Sexually abused children who keep the abuse a secret or who “tell” and are not believed are at greater risk for social psychological, emotional and physical problems, often lasting into adulthood.
So long as survivors of sexual assault are silenced and shamed...
So long as families, churches and schools maintain secrecy...
So long as perpetrators are enabled and protected...
It's an epidemic.
BETRAYED BY SILENCE:
My Personal Story As A Survivor Of Child Sexual Abuse
By: Bobby Aazami, February 1st, 2014
“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”
–Dr. Martin Luther King
I was nine years old when I woke up one morning and realized I was no longer going to be living in Iran. I had overheard my parents discussing their immediate plans of moving to America. The Shah of Iran had been overthrown from his secular monarchy by the Ayatollah Khomeini, a bearded 77 year old once exiled to France, now ruling Iran as the sign of God on earth. My country was then, as it is now, in turmoil.
35 years have passed from those dying days of 1979. And yet, I remember vividly the scenes of what transpired at the airport in Tehran. Running alongside my mother and father, I held my 7 year-old brother’s hand as my parents desperately tried to board us on a plane in hopes of rescuing us from dangerous elements that would potentially challenge the safety and stability of our family.
En route to the United States, we were detained in Mexico for a 2-week period. I was too young to understand what was happening but we were being refused entry into the United States. We could not get a proper visa for my grandfather, who at the time was almost 90 years old. I later remember my mother saying that my father would repeatedly go to the American Embassy to obtain an entry visa for him, but for unknown reasons, his application was constantly denied. It was during this period of chaos and instability, uprooted and vulnerable, with no country or home to call our own and dependent on the trust we had forged with one another as family that I was left alone in our hotel room with my dad’s cousin. What happened in that hotel room and in the years to follow would ultimately challenge any stability or peace of mind I would know for the next 3 decades...
"The police and the courts wouldn't help me because the statutory time limits had passed.
And since I couldn't get justice, revenge was the only thing that made sense to me. But I couldn’t bring myself to that either.
'How do I get justice?' That was the question.
I was ready to tell my story with no consequence of shame or fear and it had taken me 35 years to get to this point. I realised then, he no longer held power over me..."
The Six Million Dollar Kid