From the WashPo:
“Stacks and stacks of leather-bound journals included graphic accounts of the pursuit and ultimate sexual conquest of at least a dozen boys and perhaps many more. They found homemade videos of the abuse as it occurred in locations across the country and photographs of teenagers in various states of undress.”
And the worst part? One parent had warned the Principal at Osbourne High School about Kevin Ricks, and nothing was done. I can only imagine how many zeros are going to be on the taxpayer-funded settlement check the city is going to have to write to the victim here.
I really have to wonder whether the culture some of these school districts are fostering contributes to these utterly disturbing incidents of predation by authority figures on students. With “diversity” and “self-esteem building” being such significant parts of the liberal educational agenda, rather than achievement and accomplishment, you have to wonder when people raise concerns about inappropriate conduct by a teacher whether school officials feel voluntarily handcuffed in the same way that Little league coaches feel forced to abominate the game of baseball by putting the ball on a tee and fastidiously avoiding keeping score. Heaven forbid little Johnny have his self-esteem damaged because he needs more batting practice and the other team worked hard enough in practice to earn a solid victory.
So now instead of little six year-old Johnny feeling bad that his team got whomped 9-0 and coming to the realization that if he wants to win he better get out in the back yard with Dad and face some more pitches, sixteen year-old Johnny play’s “catch” to a male teacher who carries around a notebook where he records how he butt-raped dozens of high self-esteem boys who can’t handle shots of Tequilla. How far we’ve come, eh?
Back when I was growing up if parents caught wind of this sort of stuff they’d invite the teacher out to some cornfield for a conference with baseball bats. The school could catch up with the miscreant later, and the next youthful-bottom-craving homo would have a second thought about inviting young boys out for a drink. Just the wildly-spreading rumor among the student body that Mr. Happytrousers harbored special thoughts about young boys would be enough to send Mr. Happytrousers running. Sometimes the rumor was wrong, and sometimes mistakes were made, but no one was actually getting cornholed. Issues got resolved way before that point.
Sure, it’s not as if male teachers trying to liquor up students as sodomy subjects was entirely unheard of in the past, but darn if it doesn’t seem to be more commonplace these days. When folks go about trying to change a culture in order to facilitate some sort of educational utopia, there are going to be impacts, and as usual with utopian visions the downside can be tremendously disturbing. Instead of social approbation against pedophelia and homosexuality in the classroom, we get social approbation about “homophobia” and denying intra-sex whatever-they-are’s their “right” to be alone and in close proximity to our children lest we harm the tender sensibilities of some dude who carts around his fantasies of child-rape in a leather-bound book on school property.
They screwed baseball first. That’s when we should have nipped this in the bud.
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