We met because our children played in the same basketball league. My son and his daughter were on a team where the coach was stretched too thin. I volunteered my older daughters as coaches and every week we tried to be there for extra support and practice.
One game stands out in my memory. The opposing team had ringers and parents so focused on winning that they badgered and heckled our team.
I approached one of the league officials and asked her to intervene. She refused.
Our kids lost and we comforted them with words about how hard they had played and how unfair it all was.
Now it just seems like a metaphor for all that was yet to come.
Inside the camera frame men laugh about bartering girls as sex slaves.
Where are these men now?
Where are their victims?
Is there a Mendelian trait for “monster?”
It is easy to focus on the unfamiliarity of words
For the blue or green eyes
of their victim
But locker rooms are locker rooms
the god of lust and violence has so many
F*cking clothes in his f*cking closet
I am interested in the language of this article. Dooling admitted? How about revealed or detailed or spoke of? The Times writer’s use of the wordadmit reveals the strong (and erroneous) stigma attached to the victims of sexual abuse.
Dooling is telling us in no uncertain terms that the strongest, fastest, tallest members of our society are the routine and silent victims of sexual abuse.
We need to admit that we are failing to protect children. We need to admit that the silence and the stigma hurts us all.