Everybody is an expert about everything! Especially on the Internets.
I don't know much about child molester's other than I would beat the shit out of one if I came across them. I couldn't identify one of them for sure. I can only think of two instances where I had an experience with them. Wait maybe four times.
Once when I was planting tulip bulbs in my Mom's front garden there were a bunch of the kids on the block playing stickball with a couple of their Dads. They were about ten or eleven or so. Anyway this dude stops in front of my areagate and is checking them out as they were playing. He was dressed roughly and looked seedy if you know what I mean. And he had no business staring at those kids from down the block. I watched him for a while as I was working and decided I had to do something. I got up and went over to him.
I said "Dude if you know what is good for you ...you will get off this block and stop staring at those kids." "You can't tell me what to do. This is a free country and I can stand here if I want too!" "That might be asshole but if one of those fathers catches you they are going to beat the living shit out of you. Especially that guy in the sanitation workers shirt. So why don't you move along while you still got teeth dickweed or I might take it personal myself." So he did. You can't protect the world but you can protect your block. I don't know if he was a kid toucher but I just got a real bad vibe you know?
Another time there was this very elderly couple who I used to do taxes for. The guy was in a wheelchair and the wife was off her rocker. I would go to the house to pick up the papers every year. I knew their sons from the Boy Scouts. Now there is always a lot of jokes about the Boy Scouts but Troop 265 from St Stevens was a different kind of joint. It was run by old WW2 vets who wanted to recapture the vibe of when they were in the service. Guys stayed involved for many decades after they grew up. We still have reunions and camping trips. I haven't gone camping in a long time but at the last reunion somebody told me a story. It seems that one of the sons of this couple took this other guy aside who was a cop. He told him that his father had molested him when he was a kid and that was why his life was so fucked up. The cop guy didn't know what to say. The statue had run...the guy was in a wheelchair....waddayagonnado. He just made sure he locked up his piece so the guy wouldn't eat his gun that night. Then it made sense to me. You see the last time I went over to do the taxes the old man was sitting in his wheelchair and he had is piscadeal out. I said "Hey Buddy you have an accident going on there." He got all flustered and zipped up. I just chalked it up to him being old and crazy instead of being a predator and a molester. He died soon after and the old lady went in a home and the kids sold the house. To a shelter for battered women. Funny how things work out.
Finally when I was in the eight grade there was still a lot of nuns teaching in my grammar school. I was very tall for my age and the nuns always had me do stuff after school. The three tallest kids would have to carry books and clean the black boards and do all this stuff. This one nun was a little strange. She always had me do things. And she was always touching me. Straightening my tie. Tucking in my shirt. Smoothing the fit of my maroon blazer. She was a young girl. Barely twenty one as I remember. I think she wasn't a full nun at the time. I think they called them novies. Student teachers. Irish. And I was the only kid with a Irish name in my class. Everyone elses name ended in a vowel. I don't know what was going on. She was a nun for crying out loud. She left the nuns the next year. I heard she joined a commune or something. I don't know if that is true. I can't tell you if it was innocent or not. I just don't know.
The older I get the less I know.
I am not an expert on everything. Not like everyone else on the Internets.
