Chapter 68: Amo Memoirs, 1

　　 "A-screen, A-screen, FK, little bichi, where did you die, you are like your mother, they are all natural bichi...pa, let her get out."
　　The violent screaming sounded repeatedly in the room. The mother's painful pleading and sobbing, like the devil's whisper, rushed into the head.
　　Aimo curled up the young body, hiding in a dark compartment under the floor, covering his ears with both hands desperately, and lower lip biting into the bleeding unconsciously by the teeth.
　　 The man who broke into the house was her biological father, who was drunk, gambling, smoking opium, and never went to work.
　　 Only when he has no money will he return home and take away every penny his mother has worked hard.
　　 And all she and her mother can get is only vicious cursing, kicking and intimidation.
　　 "Bichi, I should sell you to Hualou, wait, sooner or later I will sell you the bichi together, I will do this, fk, damn..."
　　 The voice gradually went away. Aymo tried to loosen his hands covering his ears. He was hesitating whether to go out to see. He heard a roar of ‘ah~~’ outside.
Wandering in the room again following the nightmarish footsteps, the vicious curse followed closely: "FK, if I can't see that little bichi next time, I will use a cigar and burn one on your face , One, one scar, haha..."
　　I don't know how long after that, Aymo seems to hear the call from afar, and the voice is full of love, as warm as the sun, calming her trembling body and mind.
　　 "Aimo, Aimo, it's okay, it's okay." Embraced tightly by her mother, Aimo could see her bruised eyes and bleeding nose bridge.
　　 The corner of her mouth was torn by a sharp weapon, and the blood flow continued, which was the scar left by the broken wine bottle.
　　 "Mom, divorce him! I don't want him to disturb our lives again, I hate him, I want him... to die." A trace of resentment flowed from Emory'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 suddenly poured out of the corner of her eyes, and she couldn't stop it.
　　 "I can't get rid of him, Aymo, there is no way, he will kill us, I can't let him hurt you, I love you baby, do you know baby, I love you forever."
　　The young Aimo, who was only 8 years old, was tightly embraced by her mother in her arms and looked numbly at this icy world.
　　 One day, Aymo saw a piece of news in the newspaper he picked up: ‘Joseph Lawyer wins the case, domestic violence nemesis, and regenerates women who have suffered from domestic violence...’
　　 "Mom, I want to go to school." Ai Mo ran home quietly while the man was away, and looked up at his mother's eyes with a bright light called'Hope'.
　　 She knew that her family could not pay a large amount of attorney fees, and she also knew that her mother would choose to swallow her voice.
　　 So Aymo made a decision in his heart, ‘become a lawyer and recover my dignity and my mother’s freedom. ’
　　The mother signed up for Aymo at a church school 4 blocks away, and used the money she secretly saved to bribe the pastor, allowing Aymo to stay in the school.
　　 Since then, a girl who always holds a book has appeared in the school. Her clothes are always filled with patches, her shoes are ripped everywhere, and her body is thin and weak.
　　 But as time went by, the light named ‘hope’ in her eyes became brighter and brighter.
　　 At night, when the other children go home, or sleep in a warm room in the school under the quilt.
　　Ai Mo will appear on the corner of the office building, in the corridor outside the room where the pastors rest, beside the dirty sewage pond behind the building.
　　 There is always a light on these places every night, which can make her read through the books all night long, and Aimo greedily absorbs the knowledge in the books.
　　Her mind is not smart, but she is willing to spend ten times and one hundred times more effort than others. In that thin body, it seems that the giant Optimus is hidden, supporting her to move forward.
　　Mother rarely visits her, and every time she comes, she just leaves some money in a hurry, hiding her scarred face in a hurry.
　　Cold bread is cheap. She eats cold bread. Without milk, she goes to the water pipe to drink cold water. When the weather is cold, she folds the quilt into double layers and curls up to sleep.
　　 The shoes were rotten, and she wore the old shoes she picked up. The clothes were torn. She cut out sporadic good cloths from the old clothes and sewed them into a colorful new'fashion' dress.
　　Even because of this she would be ridiculed and cold-eyed, even if everyone called her a poor ghost, a country gangster in the back, Aimo still insisted, silently insisted.
　　 Only when the night is quiet, when you shrink to read under the street lamp, tears will wet the pages of the book, and the silent choking testimony witnessed her growth and efforts.
　　Aimo deducted every penny to the extreme, only one thing would not.
　　 Buy a book!
　　Every weekend, Aymo will get up early, even if he only sleeps for 4 hours a day, but as soon as he thinks of learning new knowledge, his body is full of strength.
　　It was just dawning, and Aymo was already standing in front of the bookstore in the flea market. When the boss pulled the door open, she rushed in like a squirrel squirrel.
　　Turning through the books, Ai Mo will first select the books he needs, pile them all beside him, and then sit on it and read carefully.
　　 Until the end of the night, Aymo will put the finished book back to its original location, and then buy the old book without hesitation, which will be available in the future.
　　 The boss is already used to this. From the initial scolding, to the later silence, and now to the half-sell and half-send, Aymo also remembers.
　　 "You will definitely have a good future, a big man in the future." The boss said with a smile.
　　 That was the first time Aimo was encouraged. When that sentence passed into the brain through the ear hole and along the nerves, Aimo seemed to hear an earth-shaking loud noise.
　　 Bang~~
　　 The loud noise was so shocking that an unprecedented strength and confidence swam through the limbs and tears, but her clothes were wet with tears.
　　 Slender body squatted at the table, Ai Mo holding his knees with his hands, and cried to the heart for the first time in his life.
　　 "I will, I will become a big man, I will do it for you." With her red eyes swollen, Aimo struggled to carry her half-tall stack of books and raised her head forward.
　　As she grew older and accumulated knowledge, Aymo's performance was getting better and better. She first entered the StPaul\'sGirls\'School (London St. Paul's Girls' School) with excellent results.
After 　　, I received a special enrollment from Harvard Law School and received a full scholarship.
　　When Aimo was striding firmly and heading towards the goal, bad news came that her mother fell from the roof of the building due to excessive fatigue and died on the spot.
　　Amo Feng ran home, only to see the open door and the room that was raged by the robber, and the man disappeared with the only valuable things in the family.
　　After holding a simple funeral for her mother, Aymo began investigating the cause of her mother’s death. She did not believe that the mother died from a misstep. It must have something to do with the man.
　　Because on the body of her mother, she saw fresh scars all over her body, but no one took these seriously, Aymo could only rely on herself to find out the truth.
　　 studied hard while investigating the cause of his mother’s death. At the time of graduation, Aymo finally collected enough evidence and found the man’s whereabouts.
　　 "Master Judge, I demand to defend myself as a litigant. I am a student of Harvard Law School, about to..." In the court, Aymo tried to defend himself.
　　 But the answer she got turned out to be: "Reject the application."
　　 Even a cruel irony came from the jury, "What can women do?" "They should get home and do housework."
　　 "They can also be used to have children, haha..." "No, that's to satisfy men's desires, followed by children..."
　　 The result was unsurprising, Ai Mo lost the case, and the jury had not even seen her evidence, but only by virtue of the man's remarks, the lawsuit was decided.
　　 "You mean, Bichi, I will find you, and I will let you know the cost of offending me." The demonic curse came into the brain again, and Aymo just sat on the spot, as if he had lost the soul's body.
　　 "Prestige, status...right, if I have a higher right, they can be valued, and no one can despise me." Aimo's eyes ignited fierce flames.
　　Learning, learning, learning, Ai Mo appeared in various courts, hundreds of notebooks were filled with analysis of the case, the skills and the pleadings of the parties.
　　At the same time, her performance at school was even more outstanding, and even the other classmates could not lift their heads, thereby attracting the attention of many mentors.
　　 In the end, Aymo received seven mentor invitations, including the dean of the law school, and she chose the mentor who was not famous but was born in the Royal Barristers.
　　Advice for the tutor, write a complaint, analyze the case, Ai Mo's experience is getting richer, and the performance is more and more cold.
　　 She has never been greedy, with her selfless assistance, the fame of the mentor spread throughout Europe, until one day, the mentor looked at her and asked: "Want to enter the Royal Bar?"
　　Aimo showed a relieved smile and nodded firmly.
　　When she stood in court again, the sharp words and tricky questions made the judge and the jury speechless. At that moment, Elmo was radiant.
　　 She finally avenged her mother. Like a nightmare, the man who had entangled her for 16 years was eventually sentenced to death for ‘murder, perjury, and violence’.
　　After the trial, the moment when the crowd left, she had not yet noticed how bleak her future was.
　　 "No, you can't follow up on this case..."
　　 "No, these are not something you can touch..."
　　 "No women are needed here, go away..."
　　 "Go and organize the files! You don't need to intervene here."
　　 "This is my case, get away..."
　　Aimo's performance was too eye-catching. The sharp words prevented the judge and jury from coming to Taiwan. She was isolated by the team and the legal profession.
　　 ‘Stupid woman who doesn’t know what to do,’ This is what the judge evaluated her privately after the court hearing that day.
　　 "Ai Mo, you are too good, and your identity is a poor man, there will be no place for you here, understand?" This is the answer she got from her mentor.
　　Aimo tried to contact outside law firms to get a job, but she suddenly found out that there were no female lawyers in these law firms.
　　Even if there are sporadic women in it, they just do some work of organizing documents, receiving and serving tea and water.
　　It was not until now that Aymo clearly realized that the biggest reason for her isolation was not eye-catching performance, but simply because she was a woman.
　　During the First World War, due to the overworked labor force, the Minister of Finance launched a women’s wartime campaign to allow more women to go out of their homes and work in factories.
　　 But they can only get half of the remuneration of men, and the amount of work to be completed is 2 to 3 times that of men.
　　 There is no labor contract, and there is no legal stipulation, everything comes from the voluntariness of both parties.
　　Since then, women have demanded fair treatment, but have never received a response.
　　 During the war, a total of 1.5 million women engaged in full-time work, with low remuneration, doing heavy work.
　　When the war ended, many soldiers returned from the cruel battlefield, they found that their own work was actually occupied by women.
　　 "Women must go." "Women get out of the factory~EbookFREE.me~ return me to work, Bichi." They conveyed such a voice.
　　 In the following year, 80% of the women lost their jobs, and the men regained their own jobs that were'own'.
　　Women's Guild's rebellion wave after wave, the number is increasing, the authorities can no longer ignore their existence.
　　 At the end of the 19th century, Congress was forced to pass three bills that allowed women to stand for election in Congress, study in Oxford or Cambridge, and grant women over the age of 30 the right to vote.
　　 seems to have achieved a crucial victory, but in fact, under the circumstances, all women who lost their jobs were basically under 30 years old.
The passage of the 　　 bill did not bring them any changes in life, and even in retaliation for women’s ignorance and arrogance, some areas imposed a tighter blockade on women.
　　In the early 20th century, Charing Cross Hospital (Charing Cross Hospital) lacked a large number of doctors, but they still insisted on rejecting female students from medical schools.
In the fields of finance, medicine, research, and law, such unspoken rules are also enforced.
　　 Only in 1928 did women truly obtain equal voting rights.
　　 But the actual social status has not changed. It is through seeing the connection among them. Amo, who was not reconciled, chose to come to the United States to look for opportunities in this new country.
　　She wants to earn herself the dignity she deserves. She wants to look down on those proud men. She wants to be a barrister who everyone looks up to.
　　 Now, someone has given her such an opportunity.
　　PS: Female discrimination abroad was very common in the first half of the twentieth century, and it did not really improve in the 1970s and 1980s.
　　It was even worse in the 19th century or before. Interested friends can learn about it by themselves.