went to visit with Gramma a while last night, and brought home a newspaper clipping from the local rag where I grew up.

The clipping relates the conviction of a priest for multiple molestation to a school in Cedar Lake. My school. The priest in question taught me 8th grade english and freshman/sophomore theology. He was an OK english teacher but not much of a theologian.

I often comment that I am a disagreeable adult because I was a disagreeable child. I was so disagreeable as to be unable to be molested by a Catholic Priest. Lots of people think I am joking; this is not a joke.

Maybe I was just more aware of things then than my classmates were, but in retrospect, it should have been fairly obvious to anyone. So for those people who have been living under rocks for all their life, here’s how you can spot the kiddy diddlers from miles off.

There is an urban legend about Fred Rogers- that he was a kiddy diddler serving a sentence- and that was why no children ever appeared on the show. Not only untrue, but here’s the thing: He was never just Fred. He was never any kid’s buddy. He was never Oscar, or Barney, he was Mr Rogers. He was an adult. You called him by his name and you used respect. And that was specifically the reason he did that. because adults can be friendly with children and civil and polite, but they must be adults. The moment you’re your kids “Best pal” you cross the line into creepy, and any teacher your kid says “Is everybody’s best friend” is automatically suspect.

I had a lot of really good teachers. They were professionals and took their jobs very seriously, and you called them by their honorific. Father Fred. Brother Ed. Doctor Steve. They expected your respect, and they expected no nonsense. They were right out there cheering during soccer games, and any one of them would spend time with any kid who needed help with homework or even personal problems. I know, because a lot of them really helped me through some very tough times. But I knew to avoid Father Dick, and I did. I never let us be in a room with a closed door, and I knew when he was hearing confessions and avoided that booth.

I also know the kid that he molested, I knew it was going on at the time, and I can tell you something you might not want to hear: That kid sought out his company, and was proud of being a part of a very elite group of kids who got to hang with the cool adult, and far from being damaged by it, used the relationship to his advantage every time he could.

Fishermen don’t fish in bathtubs. Hunters don’t seek bambi in shopping malls. And kiddy diddlers don’t hang out in old folks homes. Child molesters are drawn to situations like schools like moths to a flame. When I was a kid, Boys Town was full of them, the juvenile home was staffed by them, there were perverts wherever damaged kids were, making sure the kids couldn’t make it into the world without being completely fucked.

Because Catholics run a lot of these kinds of facilities, tending to the needs of society’s abandoned, they drew a lot of these jerks. Administrators for orphanages, usually underfunded and harried to begin with, were happy they got what help they could get- so two or three kids got abused, but thousands of others were saved, right? so blind eyes were turned everywhere. And statistically when the good one does dramatically outweighs any damage, well, you have to take what you can get.

But it doesn’t make it much fun for the kid who goes to sleep each night with his asshole bleeding or a nasty taste in his mouth that doesn’t seem to go away and seems to flavor every bite of food he eats.

Humans are predators. The very worst of them are the ones who publicly deny their predatory nature. We will be faced with this type of dirtbag for as long as humans exist, and we will bring this sickness into every nook and cranny of human existence. We will also see a certain percentage of the “Victims” who turn this situation to their own advantage and use it to blackmail or torment their abuser. Neither situation is right, but humans are assholes.

The Priest in question is doing time, and will be prosecuted for other cases soon. This is a good thing. I’m not as pleased about the little runt that got a mid-six figure payday for ingratiating himself to the point of gathering experiences he could use for blackmail and then breaking bad on the priest later on. In that case, and I have seen it happen many times with my own eyes, both parties are predators and both should be punished, not just one.

Anyway, watch your children’s teachers, especially when they think you’re not watching. Any of them that are too quick to be pals and not remain friendly-but-separate adults, those ones you keep both eyes on, and make sure you share your suspicions with everyone.