Over the past few days I’ve seen
several Facebook posts that included the simple words “Me Too”, either embedded
in the post or simply posted as those two words. How sad I thought, but not at
all unsurprising. My own personal research shows that it is much more
widespread than what we care to imagine. Even one “Me Too” is one too many.
Well over half of all women have experienced sexual abuse and exploitation.
Rest assured; however, that it happens to men as well.
As I said, some of the posts simply
said “Me Too” while others added a few details. I think I saw the greatest pain
among those who simply posted those two simple words. They are two words
composed of five simple letters. They are insignificant in the eyes of the
offender, yet a powerful testimony of devastated lives on one side of the
equation and lives gone terribly wrong on the other side. There can be no
excuse. Offenders, no matter their biology, economic background, or psychology
still have choice.
One person wrote a two-page
description of the continuing torment by the offender. I wanted to stand up and
cheer when she wrote of stabbing her tormenter in the foot with a pencil. As
she began revealing the process of pulling out her pencil and stabbing, I
briefly waited to see where she stabbed him and frankly was surprised that it
was his foot and not his crotch or heart. I think she showed great restraint. I
think I would have gone for the heart after stabbing the guy’s groin a few
times.
I studied sex crimes under the
guidance of FBI Special Agent Roy Hazelwood (1938-2016). He was a leading
pioneer in identifying and labeling various forms of murder and sex crimes. He
called it deviant sexual behavior. He had this country boy’s head spinning
after the first hour of instruction. After a week of instruction, I walked away
fully armed and prepared for conducting sex crime investigations and completely
repulsed by what I had learned. There were times I wanted to vomit in his
class. I don’t talk much about the years that followed as they led me to investigating
such atrocities in my own community and led me through a maze of sleaze and
horror from coast to coast. You don’t need to know who or how.
As I left my investigative role and
moved into administrative positions I focused my attention on domestic violence.
The papers I had written and presented at conferences and interested groups
gave me little comfort in realizing that there most likely were victims and
offenders sitting side-by-side in those gatherings. Most troubling was the fact
that many of those victims of domestic violence could easily say “Me Too” in
addition to everything else they had suffered. How, I wondered, could any
person violate such a sacred union and trust with such violent, self-serving,
demeaning, degrading filthy conduct?
Those years of investigating sex
crimes and speaking out against domestic violence in an official capacity are
gone. That does not lessen the impact those experiences have had on my life,
nor does it mean that I can rest comfortably in the false hope that things are
better. They are not. And as I read your “Me Too” a little light came on. So
often our past defines our present, and so it has been this week that I have
been able to see your beginning from the end. “Me Too” says a lot. I may not
know the exact details, but I have a fair idea. Perhaps I should say “unfair”
idea.
There is another growing evil out
there that is just as sickening as sexual abuse (they are criminal for a
reason) and domestic violence. It is just as prevalent now in the United States
as it was prior to the American Civil War and we as a nation have turned a
blind eye to it. There are no racial or ethnic barriers to this ancient
atrocity. Victims come in both genders, of national origins, racial and ethnic
origins. It is called slavery. Its victims are scarfed up from our roads and
streets along the beautiful country sides and city slums. They arrive daily,
generally under cover of darkness, to our shores by the boatload. Some actually
arrive to our shores alive. If you breathe at all you have seen them. If you
live or work in densely populated areas you have probably seen them on a daily
basis. You will find them in the smallest villages and hamlets to the largest
metropolitan areas. You may well think that they are sex slaves, and they are,
but they are also among the heavy lifters you see working in lawns and gardens
and fields, serving in homes and even businesses, and running drugs often
concealed within their bodies. They are disposable. Many come under the promise
of hope and change but what they find is hell and below. Others are just
snatched up and carted off. They are given enough to survive and live under
constant threat of not only their death, but the execution of their entire
families. To many, death is preferable to the lives they lead. And it is taken.
Too many have said “Me Too” out there.
These are the things that tend to keep me awake at night. I so wish I could
change the past.