Lovefraud readers have forwarded a rash of sordid stories about adults in positions of trust over children who turned out to be molesters and child porn addicts. They should all be prosecuted, along with those who covered up their actions.
Records show Boy Scouts failed to report abuser, on USAToday.com.
Stacy Schuler, Ex-Ohio teacher, convicted of having sex with 5 students, on HuffingtonPost.com.
How child-porn case led to Hershey School, on Philly.com.
Roman Catholic church’s paedophile investigator jailed for possessing thousands of child porn images, on DailyMail.co.uk.
And then there is a child beater and a serial killer:
Judge so furious at abusive mother who left her baby severely disabled he has to take break from court so he does not ‘jail her through anger,’ on Dailymail.co.uk.
Is this the worst UK child killer? Robert Black is cnvicted of murder of a fourth schoolgirl ”¦ and linked to 13 other unsolved deaths, on DailyMail.co.uk.
Finally there’s Dog the Bounty Hunter, taking action. Maybe we need more bounty hunters.
Dog the Bounty Hunter gains custody of grandson on YouTube.com.
Duane ‘Dog’ the Bounty Hunter awarded temporary custody of grandson after chilling alleged abuse tape released, on FoxNews.com.
‘I am going to hurt them’: What Dog the Bounty Hunter’s son-in-law threatens to neighbours in new recording as son beating row escalates, on DailyMail.co.uk.
The first person I ever knew that for sure was a child molester was Charles “Jackie” Walls III. Jackie’s father, a local attorney (later a judge) and friend of our family was as honest and upright a man as I have ever known. Jackie worked with my ex husband at Remington Arms near the small town in which we lived in the Arkansas Grand Prairie. Jackie’s wife and kids went to church with us and were very nice people. I knew but did not like Jackie himself. I didn’t know much about him except that he was a “jerk” and my Now-ex husband felt and expressed the same opinion and didn’t like working with Jackie.
Years later, after I was divorced and had moved away from the town, Jackie was arrested. For over two decades, Jackie had been a Boy Scout Leader. One of the boys that he had molested had informed his parents, then Jackie had told him he must kill his parents, which he did, but got caught….and things went down hill for Jackie from there and the story of his decades long molestation of about 1,500 (that is fifteen hundred) kids, including his own nephews, one of whom killed himself afterward. I thanked God that Jackie’s mother had died before this all came out. His father locked himself inside his home.
Jackie had been removed from the Scouts several years before his arrest when there had been “talk” about him being or possibly being a molester, but he “skated”—not that he didn’t continue to go and attend out of state Scout events under a false name…even had his photograph made at one. Jackie Walls got LIFE WITHOUT PAROLE in the Arkansas state Prisons and the prosecuting attorney said “If we could have asked for the death penalty we would have.”
Later, a member of my living history group, a man named Jack Pratt, who was an employee of the Arkansas State Parks Department, was arrested in an FBI child pornography sting…but the parks department seemed to have covered it up. There was only ONE SMALL article in the newspaper where he worked before he went to federal prison. Once he got out, I was surprised to see Jack’s picture in the newsletter of our Living History Group and went to the board of directors males who said “Oh, he’s paid his debt to society and we can’t force him to leave.” So I went to the females on the board and got an entirely “nuther” opinion….I also called Jack’s parole officer though the feds don’t call them that any more—they “eliminated” “parole”—by calling it supervised release—and discussed with his supervisor the need in my opinion of Jack not working with children in our group. I called Jack’s new boss and informed him of Jack’s criminal record and parole status and the museum director didn’t want him working with children either!
Jack seemed to find more jobs working with children though, through 4-H and volunteering at his wife’s school where she taught….but as many of these jobs and schools as I could find out, received copies of Jack’s criminal records. in 2007 Jack Pratt committed suicide after being questioned by his local police department. He was still trying to find ways to work with kids at that time.
Most recently, a minister that I knew, and particularly did not like his know-it-all and self-righteous attitudes, but found he was arrested for trying to solicit a 14 year old girl on the internet for a one year period before being arrested.
Notice how these men ALL THREE put themselves in a position of trust to work with children. Even after being “outed” the first two continued to try to work with children.
The third man, Dickie Ray Chance, still hasn’t been sentenced, but I did go to his court hearing where he plead guilty and hope to be able to speak to the judge at his sentencing. Being a “man of God” though, he has “repented” and sent letters to all the churches where he had preached who have of course welcomed back the “poor sinner” who has “repented.” The churches are also trying to “keep it quiet” as much as possible.
The judge in England that took the break didn’t give the woman much of a sentence in my opinion…but the UK laws and sentencing are such that only a couple of dozen people who have committed multiple sadistic rape murders are REALLY in prison for “life”—a “life” sentence seems to be about 12 years, out on parole in much less than that.
By the time I was 14, I learned two huge lessons in the way of the world.
#1 was if you are a kid, people can do anything they want to you and there’s nothing you can do about it except wait until you are old enough to leave home and they can’t make you come back.
#2 was, the people who CLAIM to help you are not really there to help. Rather they are there so others talk about how wonderful they are. It’s all about them, not about helping. (corollary: People who really want to help just do it.)
I had a best friend. We became close b/c we shared a secret. My father was a pedophile and her stepfather is one. My father was in a bad car accident and I THOUGHT (wrongly) that he was no longer a pedophile but that didn’t stop MY awful childhood memories. HER stepfather would not peek under their bedcovers if I spent the night so I spent the night a LOT. When she was 12, he raped her. She told her mom who accused her of trying to destroy her happiness. When her sister was 12, he raped her. My BFF was so enraged, she went with her sister and reported him. There was a court case and social worker was brought in. The social worker testified that my BFF and her sister were liars (I was not allowed to testify.) and that her stepfather was a saint for taking on a wife (who had received a HUGE inheritance) and all those kids (five girls, two boys). Stepfather WON (surprise!). My BFF’s sister was then arrested for pot found in her pillowcase and sent off to girls state school, never to come home ever again. (PIGFACE Planted the Pot and then called the cops. But YOU figured that out, right??!!) For the final years, he raped ALL the girls, he was given carte blanc!! After raping the last one, he abandoned her mom for a new woman and he had more children, girls. We assume he raped them when the time came.
The social worker who testified on his behalf. I called her a BITCH. She got all upset and cried why would I say such a thing b/c she was a person who dedicated her life to helping people. Even at 14, I knew it was all ABOUT HER, and not about the victims she was supposed to help.
ALL my life, my mother beat the holy hell crap out of me. I was the only kid in my family without congenital birth defect so I NEVER saw a doctor except for when I had an “accident” and I was an “accident prone” kid. ASK me if it EVER occurred to me to tell anyone or ask for help. NO. I KNEW it would do no good.
Contrast that with my neighbors who took me away sometimes (to “give my mom a break” was the excuse.) They FED me, we went camping, they taught me to waterski, how to drive a car, and they were the ONLY ones to come to my high school graduation. I am still VERY GOOD friends with their daughter, all of whom I would do anything (but they don’t need anything from me.) They were MY role models for how I raised my daughter and how I conducted MY life. And NOBODY knows all the wonderful things they did for me, b/c even they think what they did was NORMAL.
That the dif in LIFE, that’s MY life lessons learned, the dif between goody two shoes (yep, I called that social worker goody two shoes, and yes, she reported me to my mom who beat the holy crap out of me for my mouth.) – and truly GOOD people.
My point, and I did have one, is that it’s clear my childhood BFF had a stepfather who was a sociopath. But the person who could have protected her and her sisters, instead she GAVE these young sweet girls to that monster to RAPE, in exchange for flattery and attention. Social worker may not have been spath, but SHE was no less a MONSTER TOO.
KatyDid,
I am so sorry that you had such horrible “life lessons” and your friend as well…..I can’t remember who said it first but (paraphrased) “all it takes for evil to flourish is for good men to do nothing.” When people turn a blind eye to evil behavior either knowingly or because they don’t want to “get involved” then evil flourishes.
Doing good for others is like you pointed out, for self agrandisement, or as Jesus commanded instead, to be “done in Secret” where God sees, but you get no “credit” here on earth. It is common for charities to give “credit” to the large donors by hosting them at large parties, photos in the newsletter or the news paper….giving them titles etc. to encourage rich people to step up to the plate with their donations so they too can be NOTICED and commended. Sure the money does good (we hope at least) but the donor gets their reward by having their name NOTICED….
Oxy
Things weren’t so nice sometimes when I was a kid. But others had it worse and strangely, that was a comfort to me, knowing that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
But I think people should know that while bad childhoods screw you up (takes a while to raise yourself!!) but it doesn’t have to make you spath. I learned how to be empowered to make my way in the world with hard work and dignity, like my neighbors who were so good to me. Vindictiveness felt bad to me, a waste of time, a distraction from pursuing a career, home, family.
And it is with forgiveness of myself b/c I understand how I wanted so badly to be loved for myself that I got involved with my husband and didn’t see him as the spath that he was, that the red flags should have signified to me. My husband pretended to love me for myself, that I was special, even though I was not pretty, but that my personality made me attractive, my enthusiasm for life, my passions from curiousity about subjects and history and social structures, and my enormous love and care for my child whom I strived to be the best parent she could ever have (NOT her buddy, her parent – the one who cared for her best interests). My husband used MY back door to corrupt me and then glorified in how he did it, and how stupid and easy I was to corrupt (proving to me and others that I wasn’t the good person that I thought I was. In fact, it was proven that NOBODY who knew me liked me, and that they only pretended to if they seemed to like me at all. That msg destroyed any connection to anybody and why I feel SO ALONE.)
I call my husband the GREAT CORRUPTOR, b/c that’s how he worked to get people to choose to behave in ways I don’t think they’d have chosen if they knew ALL THE FACTS. He did it in little bits, so that it wasn’t until time passed and enough little incidents happened that a person came to realize how they sold their soul. He got to me through my pride, my vanity. Others he corrupted via their greed, their vices, their arrogance, their envy, etc.
So when I call him EVIL, I do mean it. Literally.
See why LF was such a blessing to me? I’m not alone anymore.
KatyD ~
My hope is that everyone reads your story and makes a decision to become “neighbors”, the kind you had growing up.
Whether it is the child next door, down the street, in your neighborhood, your child’s school or through a boys and girls club. Be one of the good guys who can be there for a child. Take the time to listen and advocate, maybe we can make a difference, one child at a time.
Bless you KatyD.
Milo…..
So true! It takes a Village!!! I believe this.
Today, I am wrestling with my ‘family’ situation.
I’m wavering about not getting to affected that none of them stood up to the wrongdoing around my uncles funeral.
(NOT to compare this to Katy’s abuse or her BFF’s)
But in regards to nobody wanting to take the HARD steps to stand up to the abusers!!!!!
My cousin called yesterday. He called….which I thought was odd and not his wife.
He did the obligitory…..Hi, howz kids yadayada….then said. Hey….sorry about how that all went down (that all….not noting anything specific about situation….just ‘that all’). I didn’t say a word.
Then immediatly went into a diatribe about how his daughter is off to college and they don’t know how they can afford it yadyaydad……and OH, EB, before I forget…..You know that wheelchair you loaned my dad. (4 years ago)….it was my electric wheelchair I used when I was ill.
He said, if i’ts okay with you, I need to make room in my barn…..and I want to sell it. I said….OH? He said yeah, well I was thinking I could sell it, and pay my mother back for the money she put into it….she put a new battery and wheels on it a year ago…..and what’s left I could send YOU.
WTF????? I paid $650 for it….it had a FINE battery and wheels when I loaned it to them…..they used it for 4 years…..and THEY want their money for the battery and tires?
I said…..I need to call you back, i’m in the middle of doing somehting……
Last night and today ive been wrestling with my anger. This just resparked it all.
How ‘disposable’ we are…..how they view us as a pushover…..to trample on.
NO ONE STOOD UP AND SAID IT”S NOT RIGHT…..we CAN”T PRECLUDE THEM FROM THE FUNERAL…>NO, NO, NO!!!!!!
They all went along like lemers!!!!
And I have to go along with them making money off MY BELONGINGS NOW!
FUCK OFF!!!!!!
My kids are PISSED OFF….but not shocked about this funeral preclusion.
THEY WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF THE FAMILY. PERIOD!
They’ve asked me to NOT bring up Thanksgiving or holidays to them again…..(going down to visit). They are DONE!
And my cousins just think they can sweep it all under the rug?!?!?! And go on as if nothing ever happened.
My aunt hasn’t contacted me……still…..and this was the first call from my cousin…..
Not even a pretend schmooze……just get straight to the point….of Dads dead….I want this reminder wheelchair gone. (Oh, and btw….I’ll sell it to recoup my money!!!)
None of these fucking people offered to BUY the fucking wheelchair off me after a few years they had it…..(moneys’ not an issue with my aunt)…..
I’t s the all too familiar ME, ME, ME, ME, ME,ME song…..
Sorry….I totally got off tract.
I just wish more people had the BALLS to stand up for each other….what is right…..and what is just….but this world seems to be all about me, me, me, me……I, I, I,I, I, I,……and those of us who do stand up….are frowned upon and have the tables turned on us!!!!
KatyD:
You are a gift that will keep on giving here at LF. The courage you had in surviving is enough of a reason to admire you. It is the courage to share your story that makes you a hero. Flashing the V sign and sending you hugs. I am spending the rest of my life loving that little girl that no one heard..she is me. Shalom
EB ~ I think I would say “No, I would like it back and I think a new battery and wheels is a small price to pay for 4 years worth of use.” “Glad your Dad got so much use out of it”.
What a bunch of idiots.
Erin,
PLEASE DON’T FEED THE SPATHS.
Without a word, just go there and take the wheelchair. no heads-up.
Don’t let spaths take money, possessions, or emotions from you, because it only feeds them. Be nice, smile and be shallow when you go get it. Then gray rock them. Only give them fake emotions. You know the drill.
You and your kids need the money and it’s YOURS to sell. If you don’t need it send it to ME! Don’t give it to spaths!!
They are not worth any of your time or energy. Your mother and her sister have spread their evil genes and memes, it’s too late for the infected ones. You are so lucky you were adopted.
Just keep on standing up for what is right.