Saturday, October 08, 2005

Hometown Pedophilia, Slavery, Treason

(This got quite a few responses in just a few hours when I spread it around in 2001.  That's in "Probability, Responsibility and You," the followup essay.  It will prob'ly make more sense by reading this first.) 

Hometown Pedophilia, Slavery, Treason

Tom Dark

Child sexual predators have long been considered the worst kind of scum mankind has inadvertently defecated on itself.  Many people, if fanatically, equate this behavior with the most savage kinds of murder.  In fact sometimes torture and murder of children are involved, even for sport.

"Pedophilia" may have its supporters of a fashion, who refer to the customs of the days of Socrates -- the sexual play between adults and children seemingly implied in certain tales of the gods -- or to certain current schools of psychology theory.  But even for these, the idea of coercing a child, dependent on adults for its life and wisdom too, into sexual acts, can instill a sense of horror.  It is a reaction on which the media often capitalize with hearty morbidity, without serving any kind of solution.

One Australian city's newspaper gloated over a former mayor found with his lifeless face beaten to hamburger by the hammers of anonymous avengers; he had confessed that, in his younger years, he seduced boy scouts.  There was the South African politician who resigned in disgrace for having been caught with child pornography on his office computer.  There was the university professor who committed suicide, having been caught with the same. There was the Boston priest who, decades later, was finally caught up by the dozens of altar boys he’d molested. There was the Detroit woman who brained her boyfriend, caught diddling her young daughter.

Priests, rabbis, preachers, teachers, Boy Scout leaders, doctors and psychiatrists and psychologists, government officials, and more, have all been caught in the act of preying sexually upon children. Child sexual predators have been psychoanalyzed, shamed, jailed, beaten and murdered.

They've roamed free and still do, sometimes knowingly allowed by associates and relatives and even the courts, sometimes not.  Consider the famous photograph of John Wayne Gacy beaming proudly from his clown suit with a smiling First Lady Rosalynn Carter; she doesn't appear aware that the clown she was favoring with this photo-op, for his charity and political work, happened to have 37 boy corpses buried in his basement, all of whom he had tortured to death.  Couldn't she tell? (Then again, a President's job does indeed appear to have child-killing in its roster, albeit as "collateral damage." There is no official notice of this atrocity either.).

Consider your own home town.  In a test of this essay with five or six women friends, all of them responded by relating childhood incidents of sexual predation by an uncle or a stepfather or a stranger.  None of them wrote to me from Sodom or Gomorrah.  None of the victimizers went to jail.

This will not be an essay appealing to anyone's helpless fascination for hidden domestic horrors, but a query: nothing has solved the problem, not civil law nor religion nor psychology; how is it that a problem which routinely balloons into horrific scenes, continues on so strangely?  Why isn't it faced "out loud" among the masses of the people from whom it springs?

While I write, and while you read, a commercial slave trade goes on in the world. Money changes hands between wealthy child predators and, usually, poverty stricken parents, for their young children.

Who is even aware of it? I checked child+sex+slavery on the internet and found 196,000 entries; that took less than a third of a second to complete. There are indignant essays and reports and TV shows galore. Even the glamorous news show "60 Minutes" has been in on the act, referring to slavery in Sudan (in the 1980s "60 Minutes" helped fuel hysteria and crucify several innocent day-care workers from Newport Beach, California; the day-care workers were convicted of child sexual abuse by toddlers who were prompted to give false testimony. Their lives were destroyed; this too made equananimously interesting news).

With all that hubbub available at the click of a computer mouse (not counting in that number the come-on sites selling child-sex and sex-slave fantasies), one might guess millions of people are working day and night against child sexual predators and their commercial venues thriving merrily in this world. But if they are, 196,000 entries are dwarfed by the number of fantasy sex sites one may find, touting “young! young! young!” selling photographs of naked prostitutes of so-designated “youngest legal age”; any combination of teasing words brings up millions of such sites in the same split second. Never mind a mere couple hundred-thousand.

Away from the internet and into reality, the subject seems like the proverbial crazy old aunt in the attic; she’s a problem we don’t speak of.  A sane discussion among the respectable on the subject seems out of the question. Perhaps we fear the guilt-inducing noises our crazy old aunt could make, should we approach.

Owing in part to the secretiveness inherent in child sex predatory behavior, any statistics showing it to be an uncommon activity in this world can probably safely dismissed.

My real experience is that it's never very far out of casual earshot.  Like my correspondents with their private stories, I didn't grow up in Gomorrah either.  Mine was the middle class Midwest and New England. Without racking my memory, I can count 8 individuals who preyed sexually on children, or tried to.  These incidents involved childhood relatives and friends. These 8 do not include the uncountable number of adult men who propositioned me while I was a teenager, a minor, in one brief happenstance or another.  One of these latter was a respected schoolteacher for whom I did odd jobs.

Twice, once as a teen and years later as an adult with my own son in school, I had a hand in exposing chronic child sex predators to the community. One of them was a sixth grade teacher in Watkins Glen, New York, who was tenured there, who already had a criminal record of child molestation in Pennsylvania. This teacher had been frottaging an 11-year-old boy in front of his sixth grade class nearly every day.  No one wanted to believe the little “troublemaker,” least of all his own religious fundamentalist parents. It was four years before anyone accepted reality and responsibility and ushered this child sexual predator to jail.

In the course of my life, about one out of every five women with whom I have confided has related a story of having been molested as a little girl, by a father, an uncle, a neighborhood friend, a stranger.  These are all women in ordinary walks of life with ordinary lines of work. Not prostitutes.  Not mental institute inmates. Not magical movie stars who've overcome terrible adversity and lived to tell the tale in tears on TV; they’re ordinary hometown people.

Not long ago, one of my brothers discovered, about 30 years after the fact, that there had been a certain amount of sexual predation going on in our own family -- beyond what I myself had to contend with in a high school friend in that small town in those days.  The 30 year old news upset him deeply.  He wrote to all our brothers and mother about it.  Is everybody okay now?  What did this do to us?  Why didn’t the parents know about it?

Our other brothers lambasted him for “upsetting mom.” Our mother's reaction was to quote the bible and blame him for having brought it up.

I wonder if we don't have a whole civilization that, individual by individual, doesn’t just ignore its crazy old aunt in the attic, but aspires to successfully ignore her.

I mention these anecdotes to challenge every reader: if you deny that child predatory behavior is not far from where you happen to be standing, then maybe you prefer not to know, quote your bible too much and like to blame others.

Because it exists in your hometown, it doesn't take too strenuous a leap of imagination to recognize that there exists a commercial market for all this.  It is a fact that there are countries in this world where slavery thrives largely for the buying and selling of children as "sexual delicacies" (so it was expressed to me by an Angolan man who knew about the trade).  It is improbable thinking to pretend the United States isn't one of them.

The customers would usually be highly polished professional men in high places, who have the cash to try anything, who are approached by those with the "anything" for them to try.  This would be organized commercial behavior, a very brisk business.  Very young children are traded for money, not to pluck cotton and sing hymns, but to sexually gratify wealthy child sex predators.

Whatever else this grotesquery may be, it is slavery.  This crazy old aunt is real, whether people are listening to her screaming or not.

It is certainly against the United States Constitution to engage in slavery, and it is high treason for an American to support it.  Any country that engages in slavery is an enemy of the United States, and any United States Citizen who supports slavery in any material way is aiding and comforting an enemy of the United States, in favor of perpetuating slavery.

A United States citizen who does business with a slave owner commits treason.  Any representative of an official United States office is made aware, by swearing an oath, that it is his personal responsibility to uphold and defend the United States Constitution.   If he engages with slave owners for any purpose but to publicly defeat them, he knows he is defeating the law and ideal of the Constitution, and committing high treason against his own country.  American businessmen who trade with countries engaging in slavery, who claim to know nothing about the trading of hundreds of thousands of child sex slaves to sexual predators might be blind, blame-prone bible-beaters, or participants.  They are a part of it.

Elsewhere among the 196,000 entries on the subject of child sex slavery:

High ranking members of British Prime Minister Tony Blair's government were recently implicated as part of a child-sex slave ring.  Blair himself quashed the story, employing a "D-notice," a legal means to censor the media as a matter of national security.  Is the story true?  It has been censored, but it has not been retracted. This child sex slave ring seems to operate through Portugal.

At the same time, a child sex slave ring which had operated for many years in plain view of Portuguese authorities was exposed in Portuguese media.  The stories were not censored by the State boss.

Further elsewhere, officials of a U.S. government-hired company, Dynacorp, have made high profits supplying child sex slaves along with weaponry in the Balkans.  President Bush has not canceled the Dynacorp contract, despite the wide-open facts of the matter.  Is a bit of hand-slapping, if any, enough?  How about even a speech?  As to this and other child sex slavery incidents involving Americans, the U.S. State Department has officially resolved to cluck as hard as it can; but as we have seen with the "war on drugs," such official paper clucking tends to increase taxes, the size and oppressiveness of government, enrich suppliers of weapons like Dynacorp, and fatten the crazy old aunt in the attic.

At this point one must finally walk up the attic stairs and take a look at the crazy old aunt. Consider the transactions between so many wealthy American businessmen, governors, senators, what have you, over the generations, with Saudi Arabia in oil and weapons and personal friendships.

As of 2000, according to the U.S. State Department's information, there were an estimated 450,000 child sex slaves in Saudi Arabia -- all of whom, logically, would be concentrated in the hands and harems of only the wealthiest Saudis. Could half-a-million child sex slaves from Central Africa (to name only one of many exporters), escape the notice of both the bin Ladens and their multibillion dollar business partners, the Bush family?

This crazy old aunt could crash through the attic floor one day soon, and it really should.

Tom Dark


Blogger wackary said...

Good work Tom Dark. You are ever so right. My wife lost her virginity as a child by being raped and many of the girls and women I have known over the years , intimately and otherwise, have confided in similar experiences. My experience has been much more frequent than 1 in 5. more like 4 of 5. While I admit I find teenage girls delicously gorgeous but I would never harm a child or act on any desire their beauty might inspire, not in any way. Many men cannot seem to separate this, and what is worse I fear the guilt of their impulses cause then to turn it into a fetish. A heinous fetish. Keep after it.
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4:36 PM  
Blogger Tom Dark said...

Aye, wackary, "Unless ye become like unto little children ye shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven." Good blog you've got.

6:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This reminds me of what goes on in the movie Traffic, albeit with sex slaves instead of drugs. As you point out, Tom, it's the wealthy who are the buyers. And yet who gets arrested for these crimes? Justice truly is blind, but not in the way we wish her to be.

And yes, I've heard of a few people who were sexually abused as children, one when she was five years old.

1:39 PM  
Blogger Natasha said...

A very important piece, Tom. I saw ypur tweet this morning and have only just read this.
This must be shared. Thanks, N

10:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello Tom Dark! This post could not be written any better! Reading this post reminds me of my good old room mate! He always kept talking about this. I will forward this write-up to him.

12:03 PM  

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