Pedophilia on the march

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

I was 15 years old and we stood with a friend in a bookstore and looked at books with airplanes, talked about this topic and all that jazz. A man of about 40 in a long coat and a hat pulled on for a long time looked at us, and then came up to us and said that he was an aeromodellist and we could glue model airplanes with him with him. He gave us an address with a phone somewhere on the outskirts and we parted. And then we decided to go - called and went.

At home, a terrible thing happened to him - his wife cut a hefty slice of chocolate cake for us each and we really started gluing planes. All these manipulations with a jigsaw and sandpaper somehow tired me and I no longer went to him, but a friend went, they glued something together there, which won a prize at the exhibition.

And just think - this story did not surprise anyone. She did not surprise his wife - why does her husband invite teenagers to him? She didn’t surprise us - why did he suddenly become interested in us kids? Everything seemed to be simple and understandable - the peasant was interested in gluing airplanes in a group and at the same time teaching the tricks of this business to children.

The current anti-pedophilic hysteria has led to the fact that such an abyss has arisen between children and adults. Children are piously convinced that only a sick pedophile-pervert can take an interest in their children's affairs, and adults are afraid to take an interest in the affairs of children for fear of being accused of pedophilia.

Looked at the child?

Isn't he a pedophile?

Smiled at the child?

Oooh, it seems like a pedophile!

I spoke to him!

That's all, sure, this is a vicious pedophile maniac! Where are the police looking?

In the days of our childhood, everything was not so - guys came down to the yard to talk to the guys, the yard teams were hired to train self-propelled trainers from men who loudly yelled to his wife: "Wait, you don't see the boys I'm training!" went hiking and so on. Well this is a constant plot of classical literature - an adult mentor whom children follow. Like there is a seasoned sailor with stories, a man that teaches youngsters to fence and so on, so on, so on. Lewis Carroll was so friendly with 10-year-old girls - now he would have sat down 100%, no doubt.

But what to say - I myself would be afraid to trust my own to some outsider, all the time a little thought hovers in my head: “What if he is a pedophile-pervert?”. In a word, alas, but a bad thing happened - adult mentors disappeared from the children, who were replaced by a TV box with hysterical films like the extremely bastard series Desperate Housewives, which quietly suggests the idea that everyone around is well-disguised bastards, brutes and perverts. The gap between generations is huge.

And then - I remember there lived a neighbor-pilot. Sometimes I just went to their apartment and he told me stories. Once I came, when he returned from the flight, ostograms and went to bed. Nevertheless, he got out of bed, went to the kitchen and began to tell me a long story about landing in the north in a blizzard. The wife just grunted skeptically: "You fill it up again!" and went to the room.

Imagine a picture - a man in sweatpants and a T-shirt is sitting in the kitchen, a boy is sitting on his knees and a man is inspired to tell the boy something. And imagine, no one thought it strange - neither me, nor him, nor his wife, nor my parents, nor friends - no one. And now? This is sad …