It was a slow day at work – Veteran’s Day holiday tomorrow, so most people took a day off to get an even longer weekend.
Over coffee, i read a summary report from the Grand Jury, responsible for indicting a retired Penn State football coach, Jerry Sandusky, for the rape of eight children.
As bad as this is, the final words of the report imply that this may be the tip of the iceberg. “Victim 8’s identity is unknown.”
It is a tough read. Graphic. Legally precise language that shines a harsh klieg light on “findings of fact”.
Today? The media is all over it. Much outrage over the cover-up orchestrated by university officials. Much outrage over the riot on campus last night, after students received word that their beloved Coach Joe Paterno had been fired.
But here’s the thing i cannot get my head around this evening…
A man walked into the locker room, and witnessed Sandusky performing anal rape on a 10-year-old boy. And he walked out and called his father asking “What should I do?”
When one is being raped, one compelling thought is “let this be over! FOR THE LOVE OF A NON-MERCIFUL GOD, LET THIS END NOW!”
That child may have heard the door open. That child may have momentarily thought “It’s OVER! I’m safe!”
That child may have heard the door close again, as this man walked out…
On Tuesday of this week, i listened as someone i love very much told me about being raped as a 12-year -old boy.
About keeping it completely to himself for over 40 years because he was so ashamed. Felt it was somehow his fault. Didn’t want anyone to know and thought it would just go away… Despite the decades of nightmares, he wanted it to just have never happened.
As i stared at my computer screen this morning, thinking about the 10-year-old boy in the locker room, i couldn’t help but wonder if someone had been close by when my brother was being raped at 12. If someone saw something that seemed wrong and just turned away from it…
There are moments when i am quite certain i could – under the right confluence of circumstance – kill with my bare hands.
There are times when i would like to renounce my status as an atheist. There are people who should burn in hell, and i wouldn’t mind being a witness.