My thoughts after hearing a verdict had been reached in the Sandusky sex abuse trial were all over the place for many reasons. I wanted to shout to the world, “Stop, listen and hear what has happened.” I literally wanted every household in America to stop what they were doing and pay attention to a TV News report, more than any other in history.
When the verdict was reported I was sad and happy. I felt pain for the victims, who like me, had somehow managed to survive and find courage to testify in a court of law. My case never went to trial but believe me, I had to tell what had happened more than once and the burden of proof was always at the forefront. As I watched channel after channel, part of me wanted to break the silence I still hold, with the exception of what I have shared here. I wanted to contact certain people who still hold my abuser in high regard. Those who do not know the truth. Instead, my thoughts immediately turned to the young man who first reported his abuse in 1998. I wanted to go to PA and hug him until his tears stopped.
Yesterday I found myself wanting to write about it, but I couldn’t find the right words to begin. I kept telling myself I have to let it go. I have to keep moving forward, forget, and continue to hope the best for all suvivors.
Then this afternoon, I read a blog post by Carol Baker. Thanks to her, I found a few words to write. I encourage all of you to read her blog, especially paragraphs seven and eight. And to the question what did his wife know? How can she not know this was true?How can someone be so blind to the truth?