When I first awake
in the morning, it usually takes me a few minutes to get myself in some
sort of condition to get out of bed, tend to my toiletries and grope for
that first cup of coffee. I do not try to think a lot or to start any
planning for the day. At least, not until I have poured that second cup
of wake up liquid. Those first minutes of the day are mine and very
private. If the phone rings I will usually let my wife answer or I will
just let it go to the answering machine.
There was a time when I did not have that luxury and the first thing I
would do would be to awaken everyone in the house so they could get to
work or to school on time. That was just routine and half of the time I
would just go down the hallway bellowing a wake up call and took for
granted that everyone would do their part to get ready for the day.
Never in my life did I ever think that there was anything out of the
norm. That was the way it was and things just did not change.
How would I feel then, if one morning I went down that hallway and one
of my children wasn’t where they were supposed to be? I would think you
would go straight from groggy to wide awake and then straight to
trembling. After searching every nook, corner and place big enough to
hold a kid at least five or six times, your brain finally comes to the
realization that the child is gone and you pick up the
phone and call the police to report a missing child.
After an hour of answering endless and what I would consider utterly
stupid questions the police would then search the house again and remove
every item that belonged to the child and of course give me the second
degree to ascertain that I was not involved in or led to the removal of
This happens almost daily in these United States and if and when the
child is found, the person who was the abductor and committed the
criminal offense is a known child molester. The guy has been convicted
for this offense and was supposed to be in a monitored situation, but
most of the time has been lost in a system that has neither the time nor
the manpower to keep a check on these people.
There are sites on the Internet that will tell you who these people are
and where they live. Every parent who have children living at home ought
to know if any of these people are living in their neighborhood. They
have found these people literally across the street from elementary and
middle schools. They have been found to be teaching in schools and
running church programs. They have been found to be teaching music and
martial arts programs and yes even the boy scouts have uncovered a few
in their midst.
I think that once the realization that some known child abuser had taken
my child, a known guttural piece of human garbage had been the one who
made off with my child I would fall into a silent rage. A rage against
the person who took my child, a rage against the people who allow this
person to walk among us and finally a rage against anyone who has a
public voice who had not shouted from every dais and lectern against
letting this type of vermin live anywhere near civilized people.
Many communities are now passing laws as to where these people can live
or own property. My question is why? Why should we allow them to live in
our society? Where is the rage? Why is it that the people of any
organized town or city even allow these people to live within their
midst. Why is there no rage from our politicians? Why are the PTAs and
school boards not screaming out to see that these people are allowed in
any community period. Why aren’t pictures of these people plastered on
any surface that will hold pictures to let everyone know who they are
and where they are located. There was a time in this country before the
ACLU (American Communist Liberties Union) that these people once they
were found out would be escorted to the city limits and given some awful
options should they decide to come back. The very least these
communities could do would be to make these people wear a monitor
bracelet. If its good enough for Martha Stewart, it should be good
enough for these pieces of human feces.
Where is the rage that our children are not safe to walk to the bus
stop, to go to the park or to visit the neighborhood kids? Are we into
such a “me” generation that we cannot find enough rage to right this
terrible wrong? The government cannot and will not create enough rage to
have an effect on this problem. Churches have gotten to the place where
they will not shout rage against this problem from the pulpit. The news
media will not rage against the problem, because it is good money making
news for them.
Picture your children, your grandchildren, the children who live next
door or down the street. Would there be rage if one of those were taken?
The rage must be now. Now before the child is taken. Now when we can
think with a clear head and clear purpose. It must be us, the citizens,
who will let the rage be known to the politicians, the churches and the
news media that we will not tolerate any further threats or violence
against our children.