(An update of an earlier post.)
Celebrated humorist Will Rogers claimed he needed no writers for new material. “I just read the papers,” he liked to say. Here’s a recent excerpt from a local newspaper that he would have loved. It’s the gist, but not an exact quote, from a well-known advice column:
‘My landlord is a nudist. When friends drop by at night, they sometimes see him outside in the nude. My boyfriend is grossed out and doesn’t like me living here. My landlord is a really nice man. What should I do?’
The columnist answered that the lady should tell her friends to call ahead when they plan to visit; then approach the landlord and ask him not to be outside, a la buff, at the time when her friends will be stopping by.
Isn’t that nice? So tolerant, so modern, so completely hip – positively oozing with live-and-let-live bonhomie. ‘Hey – different strokes for different folks.’ Nothing as crass and unfeeling as: ‘Holy cow, Honey! Call the cops! Listen to your boyfriend, and get the heck out of there! Can’t you see this guy is just testing the waters? One night you’ll wake up and find him next to your bed (or in it), wearing nothing but a smile. Never mind how nice he is. Parading around outside, au natural, ain’t normal. It’s deviant!’
In most communities (possibly excepting San Francisco), public nudity is still called “indecent exposure” and is a crime – perhaps not as serious as some crimes, but still a crime. You can’t run around in the buff where others might see you, unless it’s in one of those bizarre meat-markets called a “nudist camp,” where wearing clothes is a crime. (Remember, they wouldn’t let Inspector Clouseau into Camp Sunshine unless he shed his clothes and covered up with a guitar.)
As a society we are so far gone that even people who are highly paid to write “advice” columns can’t see a problem when it smacks them in the chops. Maybe it’s my age, but I’m beginning to sound like my grandpop, who tended to start many observations with, “In my day…” Well, I’m sorry, but I have to say that in my day people like this young woman’s landlord were arrested and put where they posed no danger to others. If and when they were released, they were told to keep their clothes on in public. If they just couldn’t help themselves, we put them away for a long time – often in mental institutions. Yes, it was a less tolerant time, but it was a good deal safer.
Finally, though – and this is really encouraging – we are taking steps to get things back under control. Schools, especially, have gotten tough with zero-tolerance regulations for crimes like sexual harassment. InWaco, Texas, a 4-year-old boy was punished with an in-school suspension when a female aide accused him of “sexual harassment.” (Yep, that was 4, not 14.) By her report, the boy put his face in her chest when he hugged her as he got on the bus. (The swine! By jingo, this has to be stopped!) Under parental pressure, school officials eventually removed the sexual references, but refused to expunge the “inappropriate physical contact” notation from the boy’s permanent record. (Thank heaven, a dangerous predator has been identified and branded for life.)
Official data from Maryland show that twenty-eight kindergartners were suspended during the 2005-’06 school year for sex offenses. Fifteen suspensions were for sexual harassment. A kindergarten boy in Hagerstown was accused of harassment for pinching a classmate’s bottom. The charge will remain on his record until he enters middle school. The state standards are clear: the charge stands, whether or not a child is old enough to understand the implications of his (or her) actions. (More recent data weren’t available. You can see why they stopped posting it.)
We can all sleep more safely in our beds because schools are on top of this. Certainly, I am impressed and relieved. (As my pop used to say, you don’t know whether to laugh or cry: it’s not funny enough to laugh at, but we’re too big to cry.)
On other fronts, however, the news is less encouraging. (Or perhaps more encouraging, depending upon one’s proclivities.) I read that in Washington, DC, no public school teaching licenses were suspended for sexual misconduct during a 5-year period. Unfortunately, this news wasn’t really as good as it appeared, since numerous sexual incidents did occur in DCPS during that time. But officials didn’t consider the incidents serious enough to de-certify any teachers.
One case involved Brandon Jones, a former gym teacher at Backus Middle School, who was accused of having a sexual relationship with a fourteen-year-old female student. Found to have arranged an encounter with the student at a Maryland hotel, Jones entered an “Alton Plea.” This acknowledged that prosecutors had enough evidence to convict him, but he admitted no guilt.
DC officials didn’t revoke Jones’s license however, because his certification was not current when the violation occurred. This meant that his name was not entered in the nationwide database of teachers whose certifications have been revoked. Figuring out how to revoke a certification that was not actually in force was evidently beyond DCPS officials. (Besides, the student was probably enjoying herself, so where was the harm?)
Investigations revealed that problems in the DC system were more widespread than the Jones-case. Officials could show only four license-revocations over the previous five years – none of them for sexual violations – despite knowledge that such incidents had certainly occurred. “We don’t do much revoking here,” said the credentials office director.
Crimes involving sexual molestation and even murder of children surface nearly every day across the country. Hardly a week passes without some new missing-child case or discovery of the pathetic remains of some young person. The cases are so commonplace that we don’t notice them anymore. We click the channel away from video clips showing recovery of some child’s body from a shallow grave in a forest – or accounts of how dental records have identified a body as the child of grieving parents somewhere.
There seems to be a national epidemic of sexual predation and child-murder, but we don’t want to know about it. When a teen-aged boy was rescued from a captor who had held him for several years, there was no mention of sexual molestation, although that almost certainly was the motive for the abduction. Such details are delicately left unreported, as though our sensibilities must be protected from sexual crimes. (Your sensitive modern media at work.)
More recently, in Loudoun County, Virginia, where I live, a “gender fluid” male student, wearing a skirt, entered the female restroom at Stone Bridge High School where he sexually assaulted a ninth grade girl. Public school officials tried to ignore and cover up the incident, but it hit the national news media when the girl’s father, Scott Smith, tried to speak out about what had happened to his daughter – ironically, during the board’s discussion of LCPS “transgender” policies. Police struck Mr. Smith and dragged him out of the hall after the board declared the meeting “an unlawful assembly.” Later reports indicated that the “gender fluid” student had been transferred to another school where he repeated his earlier offense.
What can we draw from all this? Clearly, that we have lost our bearings on what is and isn’t a crime (and on who is or isn’t a girl). When I was in the second grade, one of the boys in my class ran about the playground one day, kissing as many girls as he could catch. (One imagines that it was the last such time he managed this in his whole life.) The teacher scolded him in front of the whole class. Girls giggled as he slunk back to his seat – red-faced, but with a certain notoriety which some of us envied (but never tried to emulate). The police were not called, and no further action was taken or needed. He did not grow up to be a sexual predator, so far as I ever heard.
Today, that boy would be suspended from school, possibly arrested, and placed in a school for “troubled” children – unless he wore a dress to school and claimed that he was “gender fluid.” We are fingering kids as young as 4 as “harassers” – branding them as sexual criminals for their academic lives, before they can comprehend their “crimes.” Yet we cannot recognize latent sexual criminals right in our midst – e.g., the nudie landlord or teenaged boys pretending to be girls. And we don’t sanction teachers or expel students who molest children. (Is this a great country, or what?)
Even when we know who the latent criminals are, we can’t keep track of them. Ernie Allen (former president of the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children) wrote, “There are 400,000 registered sex offenders in the United States, and an estimated 80,000 to 100,000 of them are missing. They’re registered, but we don’t know where they’re living.”
Now we think we have to let men and boys shower with the girls because they sometimes “feel female.” We have 15,000 “transgender” soldiers in our military branches. During his term, President Trump kicked over the hive by announcing that they would be discharged and no more would be accepted – a policy which Transgender Champ Joe Biden immediately reversed when he took office. It’s the Mad Hatter’s reality tea party. (Half a cup, please!)
As a society, we embrace change. It’s the American Way. But some changes aren’t actual improvements. We were better off when we locked sexual deviants up and kept them from inflicting their predations on our children. And we weren’t confused about the differences between girls and boys. We’ve lost our way. Somehow we need to get a grip, but to restore normalcy we’ll need clear-headed leadership, which we don’t have now.
Leftists know that the sure way to destabilize a society is to treat a huge lie as the truth and get the populace to swallow it. In that vein you can’t pose a bigger whopper than denying the biological realities of manhood and womanhood. We’ll know we’re on our way back when all those women’s sports “records” set by guys pretending to be girls are expunged and order is restored in classrooms, government offices, sporting fields, swimming pools, and locker-rooms.
“…you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32)
“In my time, men were men and women were glad of it…” (Gary Cooper)