Afterwards the conversation held such dreadful power.
My adopted son, 14 or 15, sat amidst his younger sisters’ dolls and toys, identifying each one. My husband and I marveled at the time. Charles was not very nice to us. Not very kind in general. His attention to his younger sisters’ toys seemed an unlikely window into kindness in his chilly heart.
It was not.
He knew the toys well because for years “playing” with his little sisters had been the sinister doorway to grooming them for abuse.
It was a blow to the gut to know this too late.
My pain over my childrens’ lost innocence will not go away. It shouldn’t. I determined to do what I could to save others from the agony.
I made a commitment to speak out.. More times than I can count I have lost people in the process.
Recently Charles began dating a young woman with very young family members. I let someone know that Charles should not be alone with children ever.
His response was swift and angry. He swore at me and told me to back off or he would file harassment charges against me.
Standard for Charles.
What was shocking was the response of girlfriend and family. Even though Charles went to prison on a plea deal for what he did, girlfriend told me she did not believe me.
She and her family have rallied around a child molester.
What happened next was equally interesting.
Once she accepted his version of his story, he publicly humiliated and belittled her. I knew what he was doing—on one hand he appealed to her naïveté to accept a lie, on the other he pushed the boundaries of their relationship to flex his power.
This is an unfortunately common story. Where is the.outrage in the media over Verizon peddling child exploitive pornography? Where is the department of justice to enforce existing laws against the exploitation of children?
We stay quiet, afraid to rock this broken boat, while our little ones get let out to sea.
Carrying Light 