They couldn’t avoid knowing, he said, because young Dave was silent, starving, smelly and scared. He didn’t speak for years, he said. School staff tried to fortify him on the sly with fast-digesting food — white bread, Twinkies — so it wouldn’t be obvious that he had eaten anything if his mother called him home and forced him to vomit.
Nowadays, Pelzer, 53, has concluded, “My mother was just sick.” But he was too little to know any different at first, he said. “I thought it was normal. One troubled kid in the family.” Eventually, he realized that his mother was trying to kill him — she admitted as much later in life, he said — and that he had at least some power. He could trick her, delay her, distract her. “I was learning how to work it,” he said. He could play the game and survive.
He was all of 8 years old when he started summoning that inner strength. He was 12 when authorities finally rescued him and placed him in foster care. He was 17, and still feeling “repulsive,” when his foster mother insisted on a special project: He was going to stand in front of a mirror, look himself in the eye and start speaking. It was agonizing, he said, but in the end he came through.
“She cried, and I cried,” he said. “And now, we can’t shut (me) the hell up!”