What’s Growing in Zen’s Garden?

by Chautauqua

One nice summer afternoon when I was about ten years old; my twelve year old sister and I were aimlessly killing time in our suburban backyard.  Dad was out getting the essentials for a backyard barbecue and mom was next door visiting with our neighbors.  Hearing an odd whistle we looked toward the gate to see it was the local paperboy, wanting our attention.  My sister walked over to talk to him, to see what he wanted.  I ignored them and kept playing with the dog.

Just a few minutes later I heard my sister scream loudly, and not a good scream either.

Dashing around the corner of the house I could see the paperboy attacking my sister, and ripping her clothes off as she desperately fought him off the best she could.  I understood all I needed to in that moment, and without thinking much about it I grabbed a stock of firewood off the woodpile and ran to help my sister.  So intent on his goal, the paperboy never saw my approach, or what hit him.  I smacked him as hard as I was able to with that piece of firewood, right up alongside his pervert head, laid him out like a wet sack on a slab.  Just then, the kid’s luck ran out as our dad walked around the corner to see what all the commotion was about on this nice summer afternoon.  We didn’t have to tell dad what happened, he could see for himself.  I’ll never forget the look on that kid’s face when he looked up to see my hulking father standing over him.

I was certain sure he was gonna kill that kid and bury the body under the woodpile, but he didn’t.  In fact, he didn’t even call the cops.  He knew this kid, and his parents, so for reasons I didn’t understand then, and still don’t; it was all hushed up, and nothing was ever done about it – like it never happened.

But it did happen, it’s happening still; every day around the world.  Whether its teachers having sexual relations with our children, or pedophile priests abusing & violating young boys with the tacit approval of the pope; child abuse in all of its ugly forms is rampant throughout this world and for the most part the subject is still being ignored and swept under the carpet, and I still don’t understand why??

Perhaps the very worst form of pedophilia is when it is done under color of authority or righteousness, such as with teachers, pastors and priests.  Those who hold themselves up to be admired and respected in positions of trust: who then prey upon our vulnerable, defenseless children are the very lowest and despicable form of the deviant pedophile.

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