Enough is enough, writes Ken Solin.
When I was ten years old, I got my first job. On Saturdays, I made deliveries for a jeweler in Boston. I was a tough, street-smart kid, and I didn’t frighten easily. My father was violent and unpredictable, and I had learned to protect myself. My personal radar was already well developed.
An elevator operator in the building where I worked tried to sexually assault me one day. He stopped the elevator between floors and tried to kiss me. He showed me some porno playing cards and put his arm around my shoulder. My heart nearly exploded through my t-shirt. The bile that rose in my throat burned. I felt a kind of primordial fear.
But I was a tough kid who was accustomed to taking care of himself, and I stood toe to toe with that fucking monster. I warned him in my loudest, toughest voice that I would tell the police and my boss if he didn’t start the elevator immediately. I can still picture that scrawny, little, tough kid standing up to this predator in the confines of an elevator. I was lucky. He backed off, but the terror I felt that day is forever etched in my memory.
When I was raising my sons I was vigilant about any contact they had with adult men, especially men I didn’t know personally. While I had escaped being sexually assaulted, I feared for my boys. I vowed to myself that I would take a baseball bat to any son of a bitch who even tried to touch my sons inappropriately.
To read that men in positions of authority knew about the sexual abuse that was occurring at Penn State, and that none came to the rescue of the young boys whose souls were being destroyed isn’t just shocking, it’s criminal. Anyone who knew about this and said nothing deserves to be put on trial for aiding and abetting a sexual predator. They absolutely share his guilt.
The notion that this was ignored for a long period of time just to preserve a football program is beyond contemptible. Is raping young boys a perk for being involved in college sports at Penn State? It must have been because it went on without interruption or interference. No one who even suspected what was transpiring gets a pass.
How could a college put its sports program above the moral imperative that exists to protect our children? It’s simple; they just did. It’s no wonder that nationally, one in four children is sexually abused, and that few abusers are prosecuted.
Not only should we prosecute every single man who knew about this and allowed it to continue unchallenged, we should do so publicly, on television, and with a lot of noise. And, once these men who helped this sexual predator are convicted, they will never, ever forget that terror as long as they live. They have earned that horror.
I don’t feel there’s any punishment too severe for men who turned their backs on someone else’s raped son for the sake of a fucking football program. They don’t deserve compassion since they showed none. Turn the other cheek? Absolutely not.
I doubt there is a father in America who feels differently. It’s time we put every sexual predator on notice. If you’re caught sexually abusing a young boy, your life as you knew it is over, and if you knew about someone who was perpetrating this most heinous crime and said nothing, your life should be over, too.
Enough is enough.
The GMP on Penn State:
Paterno and Pedestals, Julie Gillis
When the Game Becomes Religion, Gary Percesepe
Male Lust Arrives in Happy Valley, Tom Matlack
Power Is at the Core of Sexual Harassment, Mervyn Kaufman
Men, Monsters, and the Media, Nicole Johnson
Loyalty and Responsibility at Penn State, Andrew Smiler
Jerry Sandusky and Penn State: A Familiar Story, Sophia Sadinsky
I Failed, Rick Morris
Sandusky-ed, Tim Green