With a recent family event, a sexual predator has been added to the family tree. He thought it was ok to have a "relationship" with a 13 yr old girl. He was 33 years old. He went to prison, finished his parole, and is now a god-fearing citizen again.
I have personal experience with a sexual predator. I sent his sorry ass to jail for 40 years. Because of my personal experience, I feel no need to be sociably acceptable to another predator, even if he has paid his "debt" to society. Wonder how that 13 year old girl is doing. It worries me more that he is around children. I actually have quite bit to say to his ex felon for being a child sexual predator face.
I have had the opportunity to face evil and call it out for what it is. "My" guy had been at it for 12 years. He would get caught, be given parole and leave the state for new hunting grounds in another state. When they caught him on my watch, all hell broke loose. He was arraigned as a sexual predator and because he was a good boy and had told the state of Virginia he was a sexual predator, the judge let him walk for $3,000 bail. He walked all the way to Atlanta Georgia, where he conveniently hopped a plane to Guatemala.
I called the Governor's office, talked to the Washington Post and was interviewed by NBC News when we learned he left the country. I had three different police jurisdictions, the State Department and the US Marshall's Service involved. And we got him in a slum in Guatemala.
I went to visit "my" guy in jail before his sentencing. I had something to say to him and by god, I was going to say it. Having never been to jail, it was insane. I was given a locker with a key I left with the front desk for anything I had in my pockets and a number to retrieve it. I had to take an elevator up to the jail. When I got off the elevator, I had to give my pass to someone behind very dark glass who directed me by microphone to proceed to an open cubicle.
There I was in a space that wide enough to only fit 2 small plastic chairs, bulletproof glass, a telephone and a long wait. It felt like hours before they finally brought him in, in chains. He saw me and smiled. That was all it took. Pick up the damn phone you piece of shit I said. You are going to sit down, shut up and listen to me. You are going to rot in prison and its because of me and my family. We got you. Our faces are going to haunt you every day for the rest of your sorry life and I am happy you will only get to see the sun through a cage.
He tried to call the sheriff to come rescue him, but I was already done. My "speech" was barely a minute, but I said what I had come to say. I don't even know if the sheriff came to rescue the pervert from me. I hope he was enjoying the dialogue. I was able to get up and walk out of there. He was going to hell and the ride couldn't be bumpy enough for me. Those were the absolute scariest and most empowering moments of my life. We got him. We stopped him. And I was walking out of the building feeling a sense of closure.
The whole predator dad issue is bringing back some of the rage that kept me pushing for justice. The predator dad, who supposedly can't leave the state of Washington is "family" now and in Montana. I wonder if Montana and Washington know that? It would be an inconvenience if he were busted in Montana for leaving the state of Washington, wouldn't it.
Predators will always be the nicest guy in the room, but they are scoping that room out, looking for whatever perversion gets him off. Predators do not change, even after being "rehabilitated, serving his time and is a god fearing citizen once again."
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