THAT CHAP COULD BE A PEDOPHILE.
In a New York suburb a man walking his dog discovers a ghastly, horrific find in a nearby shrubbery. It was the decomposing body of a young girl. The medical officer would later, by applying modern scientific means, place her age accurately in the range of ten to twelve. The resident, however, calls in the police and a postmortem revealed a gruesome murder after rape. The authorities suspected pedophilia and after much investigation, they arrested a priest in a local church where the dead child and her divorced parents were once parishioners. In tears, the bereaved mother recalled just shortly before the divorce having to leave her daughter in the care of the priest; she trusted him implicitly and all the while he was busy hatching an evil plot that finally cut a budding life down.
Lagos, Nigeria. A man, a bricklayer by profession, calls the attention of a young girl hawking loaves of bread and akara, fried bean cake. The following morning another man on his way to work discovers her corpse. She had been sexually molested before finally strangled to death.
Grim pictures, these. But stories as these abound all over the world…child sexual molesters are on the increase and right thinking persons are disturbed at the rising, shocking trend. It portends danger for the next generation. Victims hardly possess the courage to discuss it afterwards for fear of rejection; it is worse when the perpetrator is actually a relation. The police and the judicial system are working day and night to rid the cities of these harmful elements that feed on hapless children. What though, should parents do to help protect their children and wards and or, free them from the clutches - and shackles- of one?
Pedophiles and other sexual molesters roam our streets, without restraint and unobserved and have access to all the sites and facilities we all are privileged with. They are ferocious in their onslaught and are very calculative. They are selfish and extremely egotistical and they go to any length to satisfy selfish and fleshly desires; the child predator is carnally inclined and while parents feel threatened by their existence paradoxically children feel ‘comfortable’ in their company-until they strike! They actually believe that they have found a friend! However, they are at risk because these pedophiles thrive on them. That brings us to the age-old question of identifying these lunatics and seeking ways of protecting and keeping our children safe from them.
While this article examines one of their many bizarre modus operandi a subsequent installment would address ways by which sincere parents can detect the presence of these ‘shadows’ around their daughters…yeah, and boys too. First, though, we’d like to begin by unmasking the typical pedophile. Behavioral pattern may vary, of course, from one molester to the other but a few traits remain as distinguishing features like a fingerprint.
First, is the widely held conception that the typical molester is darkly complexioned, has two horns and holds a pitchfork in a hand. Right? Very wrong! Go through the FBI file on these predators and you’d be surprised at what you would find. A sizeable percentage of known molesters were men who were held in high esteem and trust and who occupied respectable public offices either as counselors, teachers and even the clergy. Movie stars and music idols also top the list. More often than not we fail to spot the deadliest caliber of sexual predators, the man living next door!
He is clean-shaven, uses gel on his head and dresses corporately and rides a Benz. He’s even got a beautiful wife and lovely kids but he’s chosen to live apart from them-well, mentally-at first. Soon he couldn’t condone them anymore. The wife ‘nags’ endlessly and the children? They were sent from hell! So he finally sets off on his own-sometimes he doesn’t anyway because the family angle offers him an unbeatable cover and protection that he so desperately needed. He’s free and he’s driving down the road with his eyes trained on the rearview mirror-perhaps the cops could be following. Many a time he is sporting a dark pair of glasses and-well, it’s a terrific fit and he’s never in a hurry to remove it.
Your girl’s seen him parked across the path to her school-maybe twice-and he’s got a flat tyre but rather than fix this problem, he is munching casually away at a bar of Snickers. He’s not worried about the flat tyre because a smile is oozing from him. The third day however he fixes the flat tyre right on time as she strolls by. He decides it was time and makes his first bold move after he’d wiped his sticky fingers of-not grease but chocolate smears!
“Hi there, Jane, you wanna join me?” he flourishes another choc bar and began to unwrap it. They always make offers that are seldom rejected. Their offers will always appear harmless and appealing to the young child and would also appear to have her interest at heart. “ You live in 12 Shelby, right? You wanna hop in now?” he’s quick and she’s overtaken by mild surprise because he seemed to know; he’s not a stranger after all. And that makes him harmless, her innocent heart judges wrongly. Well, mom never took time to drill her on the activities of molesters so she hops in and it’s cool in the interior. Outside the car it was blazing heat! Mom was either too busy trying to keep hunger at bay by keeping two jobs or trying too hard to please the new man in her life she hardly could place her priorities.
They were more choc bars littered all over the interior and once more he is generously making offers to her. Offers and offers and more offers! The drive home is slow and leisurely and he talks about her- he is rather very concerned- her welfare, her smiles and her friendship-things Daddy never took time to comment on. Finally he stops the car and she’s insignificantly surprised he’d chosen to stop houses from hers. Of course he had valid reasons for this act; he was actually going the other way but had done this specially for her. She felt warm inside her at the noble revelation; Daddy would-had never gone out of his way to please her. Instead he was busy running after taxis and the office secretary! He must love her less.
It is three days now and she hadn’t seen him and anyway, misses him so. He had filled a vacuum in her that someone less caring had left open. But she doesn’t see him and would never know he was stuck on her and tailing her, stalking her actually like a second shadow, relentlessly. A few days later she spots the car! He’s braking, waving his hands excitedly and grinning happily. “hi! Hop in!” she does, with an inaudible sigh of relief at seeing a friend and at seeing a dozen Snickers on the dashboard. The car rolls away.
“Just coming in from the beach,” he told her excitedly with a smug of satisfaction. “ I took a swim and then caught a few fishes too!” he indicates at the back seat at the swimming trunks and other paraphernalia including a camera, needed for a good time at the beach. She never observed he paid more than the usual attention at the rearview and side mirrors. Her childish eyes are gawking at several Polaroids on the backseat. They were pictures of a half naked, well-formed athletic swimmer in the briefest of briefs. She sees but could not detect the saccharine smile.
How time flies and what a great friend she has in him! He not only cared for her by constant interest in her welfare but also further demonstrated his ‘friendship’ by taking her in his confidence. He longed to marry and have kids who he would take proper and loving care of and shower with endless love and perhaps take on outings. And how she wished Dad never walked out on the family! How she yearned for his return! How far away he was from them and how she yearned for a father figure! He distracts her attention with his loving admiration. She had such loving hairs and such adorable hairs, he tells her once more. She reminded him of long lost friends in far away Sydney, Australia. Another album authenticates this claim and he sounded truly nostalgic. How he misses them so, he further confides in her. The car is now parked in a curb, away from prying eyes and they are both munching at Snickers. Who made the damn things anyway? They are over a dozen pictures mostly of girls her age and-well, of course-boys too. Decent pictures, anyway. Nothing to arouse the unholy curiosity of a twelve year old. They were the best of friends until he had to leave the particular city because he could no longer endure the bitter and hostile weather.
Of course he would never tell her the truth; that half the girls in the album had been strangled to death and afterwards buried in shallow graves, and sometimes, dismembered in his effort to beat detection. The crime file in the FBI archive is full of such cases.
That presents the question…how does one detect the presence of this predator shadow around his or her child?
A subsequent article in future would treat this angle. Meanwhile, comments would be welcome as we share experiences and discover ways to beat this deadly scourge. Too many beautiful ones had been cut down by these horrible pedophiles.