B—- is a child molester. I painted that on the ski jump on our lake when I was a little girl. When I knew that no one would protect all of the other girls, and when I knew that no one on our ski team would stand behind me. I tried to warn the other parents. I tried to warn the other children. I tried to make it known to all the people living on the lake that this man was not to be trusted. After my parents chose to let my brother stay with the ski club and the man who molested me, they sent a very clear message…We do not believe our daughter. Years later, when my father saw the man who molested me our our small town restaurant, and my father shook his hand, he sent a clear message…We STILL do not believe our daughter.
I thought this morning about everyone involved in my story. I thought about everyone involved in my childhood. Then I thought about HIM. His wife stood by him. Every member of the ski team stood by him. He had devoted friends and family who stood by him. A child molester. I may have not shared every single detail of what that man did to me when I was a little girl, but it was very well known I had been abused. It was written on the ski jump. What more needed to be said other than Billy Banks is a child molester. Yet, everyone in our life chose him. Chose to keep on living the same way they had been living completely discounting that tragedy that happened right beneath their noses.
Think about all the mothers who stand by their sons who are murderers. Think about all the mothers who stand by their sons who are rapists. Think about all the wives who stay with their husbands after their husbands rape their own child. Think about all of the women who stand by the men that are true abominations! Women who will visit their sons or husbands in prison after they have committed heinous crimes.
I’ve never hurt anything in my entire life. I will try tirelessly to save a tree frog that has found it’s way into my home. I catch spiders and release them. I rescue animals that have been abused. I don’t have a malicious bone in my body. My intent is pure. It always has been. I was a victim of many many crimes. I was the victim. I know the importance of stating that we are survivors and not focusing on the fact that we were victims. But I was a victim. I was a little girl who was the victim of a child molester.
It is a sad realization when a victim realizes that the perpetrator has received more loyalty than she has. What of those who support the rapists and the child molesters? What does it say about the wives who stay with their husbands after their husband rapes their child? They are a disgrace to humanity. They are pathetic, weak individuals with no morals and no character. They allow the cycle of violence to continue and the number of victims to increase. They are a willing contributing part of the abuse that will continue.
Put in the correct context; If a child molester’s wife can stand by his side, what does that then say about my family who did not and does not stand by me?