I refuse to display his
photo as it would ‘dirty’ my blog. However, by now, I’m certain you’ve caught a
glimpse of evil…the sinful face of Jerry Sandusky, although as the verdict was
read he didn’t appear so haughty, did he?
Jerry—also the name of my
stepfather who sexually abused me. So if you can envision the memories evoked within
as the Penn State Scandal went viral in November and the case of Sandusky was brought
to light. Unknowingly with each news
clip or mention of the name my heart dove into the recollection abyss.
Memories of late night fondling’s
came flooding back as well as the precise moment as a teenager upon hearing the
definition of a virgin and knowing in my heart of hearts that I wasn’t. Rarely
was I able to leave for college without enduring a longing kiss that should only
be meant for intimate partners.
The victims of Sandusky
are courageous souls whose lives have been distorted and forever detoured by
the sadistic and self-absorbed deeds of a once-trusted individual. I for one
admire and significantly appreciate the strength each possessed to express
their truths in a public forum, particularly with accusations of ulterior motives
of financial gain.
In life each experience
shapes us. Those of us who have endured sexual abuse know facets of our lives
reflect those actions against our innocence; a lack of trust of others,
depression, eating disorders and a general dis-connect to the world.
But on this day with a
verdict of G-U-I-L-T-Y, justice is being served on a golden platter, and with
this, may ALL the “Jerry’s” of the world rot in hell.
“Even if things don't unfold the way you
expected, don't be disheartened or give up. One who continues to advance will
win in the end.”
By Daisaku Ikeda
