The Good, The Bad, and The Pedophile
In dealing with public perception of what a child abuser looks like, I’ve come across stereotypes that have served to give such creatures a safe haven and make many child advocates appear dangerous, criminal, and the last thing you want near your child. Stereotypes… They aren’t only for the small minded. They can serve as a predator’s Trojan Horse.
In my own life, I have known the stereo-typical angels and devils, and because of what I was taught by the church, by “decent” society, and by ideological parents, I ran to the predator in a three piece suit while the knight in torn up jeans was just a few feet away – fists and horns ready to come to my defense had I only chosen the devil to watch over me.
I’ve known the child abusing gospel singer, and I’ve known the child protecting Juggallo.
I’ve had the principal who would give every spare moment of his life to ensure the safety of the kids in his charge, and I’ve had the principal who raped half of the high school dance team.
I’ve known of respected members of the military who were convicted for child pornography, and I’ve come across a battalion of military men and women who raise up their guns in sworn defense of abused kids.
I am a child advocate and fight tooth and nail against child abusers in various ways, though I just so happen to be of a spiritual nature that most religions label “godless” and “hell-bound,” and I’ve been a member of such a religion that protected child rapists and condoned what they did by covering up their abuse and continuing to send them out among the trusting, clueless flock.
I’ve met with physicians who have confided in me about the nightmares they have after speaking to young abuse victims – their one desire in life to see to it that every pedophile meets their end in very slow and very painful ways, and I’ve recently blogged about a small group of mental health “professionals” who seek to serve children on a silver platter to their pedophile patients.
I’ve known of law enforcement officers, lawyers, and judges convicted of child porn, child abuse, and defending child rapists while they went about arresting, prosecuting, and convicting motorcycle gangs who would ride through hell to return a child to a leather-wearing guardian angel’s safe embrace.
We cannot know by simple appearance the evil within those who take glee in the painful cries of a child, and dressing them in the costumes we think best suit them is only allowing them to hide in plain view.
Actions speak louder than words or an Armani suit. If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and defends/sympathizes with/understands/forgives/has compassion for pedophiles, have no doubt that it is that which children must never be taught to trust.
If it does all we’d expect an anti-child abuser to do and say, but our gut tells us there is something just not right, or our child does not feel comfortable being around, trust that instinct and trust that child’s natural intuition. For they can play the part well and do so every day, and it is up to us as parents and protectors of children to look within ourselves and see what is right before us rather than what others have decided for us to see. It could be very well that we see what predators themselves wish instead of what is actually the tell-tale sign of a person playing a carefully constructed game of grooming and acquiring their prey. No one is immune to having a child abuser in their midst. No predator is ever so obvious as a stereo-type.