Why Other People Suck (or, Why Can't People be Good?)

Sure, I know it sounds overly simplistic.  "Why Can't People Be Good?"  But it's not such a bad question really.  Police officers must ask this on a daily basis.  Lawyers, judges, teachers, ministers...No one is immune to asking themselves that question from time to time.  But I seem to ask it more and more often.

We know human nature is flawed, but what do we do when "flawed" becomes "sociopathic, weak, completely corruptible and unredeemable"?  Have a drink?  The story I am about to tell you is true, really happened to me and my family, and unfortunately demonstrates my point with excrutiating accuracy.  The names of the participants in the story have been changed, but that in no way changes their responsibility for being shit heads.

About a year ago, my then five year old daughter was molested by our neighbor's fourteen year old son.  We believe it only happened once.  We pray it only happened once, if such a thing can be prayed for.  She told me one night when I was putting her to bed.  I tried to stay calm as she told me and I asked for more and more details, details I didn't want to know.  My baby was touched and hurt by the very boy we had had in our house a million times, who had spent hours with my older daughter playing Skylanders and Mariocart.  He had waited until she was at his house with my older daughter. And when my older daughter, was distracted, playing with his, we'll call him "Todd's" younger brother on their iPads,  he lured her into their basement storage room, turned out the lights and pretended it was a game, and that he was helping her get over her fear of the dark.  His mother didn't even know he was awake, it being Summer and him being a teenager prone to sleeping in.  She didn't know where he was in the house or what he was doing even though she was home.  This is not at all unusual for this family.

The incident happened quickly, we think.  Afterward, he told her not to tell because she would get in trouble.  Thank God she didn't believe him!  I thank God every day that she told me, and I worry about the children whose parents don't know.

We did what you are supposed to do in these situations.  We contacted his parents, who were friends of ours, told them what our daughter had said and even played a recording my husband had made when he asked her about the incident.  The evidence was irrefutable!  "Todd's" mother, to her credit, believed us and tried to take steps to get her son counseling.  "Todd's" father, on the other hand, was more worried about being sued if they admitted anything really did happen.  The boy denied everything.

We went to the police and filed a report.  We talked to social services and they interviewed our daughter, who they said made the most credible victim they'd ever met, for a five year old.  Her story was excruciatingly detailed and believable, for a five year old.  I cried, my husband cried.  The social worker told us we had a very strong case.  They were sorry.  The police officer present for the reporting was sorry.  Everyone was sorry except for the boy who did it and his father.

We waited and waited for charges to be filed.  Finally, and this is no exaggeration, we received a postcard in the mail that informed us that social services had come to the official conclusion that there was not enough evidence for any finding against the boy.  There was no physical evidence, there were no witnesses.  Apparently, five year olds with details such as she had cannot be believed, and fourteen year olds with ridiculous counter stories, full of holes and nonsensical logic, can.

We waited for the police to file charges but none could be filed due to the "lack of evidence".  To their credit, the police believed her and wished they could do more.  They see this a lot, they said.  The district attorney wanted to press charges but had no "compounding evidence".  They did all they could:  they called him in for questioning, his parents had to get an attorney, they all had to wait and worry as we did.

They have a report filed on him now and if any other incidents are reported there will be compounding evidence!  This has to be our comfort.  It's cold, but it's something.

We told a few of the neighbors who had young daughters what had happened and they were thankful for the information.  They seemed to believe us.  Good friends of ours in the neighborhood, one of whom had been a social worker, were thankful for the information (they have a young daughter who frequently played with the boy).  They seemed to believe us, and were appalled at what "Todd" had done!

And then came the surprise.  The boy's parent's attorney had hired an "investigator" who, much to our astonishment and disbelief, had gone around the neighborhood asking neighbors if they had any dirt on my husband.  That actually happened!  He went to every door and told them about these "false charges" and wanted to know if they could tell him anything suspicious or strange about Bob.  The only reason we found out was that one of our friends who lives in the neighborhood told us.  Oddly she didn't tell us until months later, but she did finally tell us.

Apparently, the boy's parents were thinking of suing us for slander for telling some of the neighbors what had happened.  Unbelievable!  Instead of shame, they felt anger at the victim.  Instead of taking responsibility, they chose the path of denial, and diversion.  And these are people who go to church every Sunday, sit in the front row, and lie to everyone around them.

It's clear to me that the human psyche holds precedence over moral imperatives, and social mores.  It is neither moral or good; it is selfish, fearful and desperate to uphold false narratives when it suits it.  It is fragile, and sometimes it is evil.  This family of the depraved boy who hurt my daughter is the picture on the back of the cereal box.  The caption should read, "Missing, a conscience, please help!"  Unfortunately, no help can be found.