September 11, 2007

Like a Sore Thumb

I recognized him instantly and it sent a chill down my spine.  He stood there with a grocery basket in my grocery store.  He wore a black baseball hat, a baggy t-shirt to match, and held an unlit cigarette in his hand. He stood apart from everyone else in the store.  Instinctively, I held Lil C a little closer to me and was happy I hadn’t stuck her immediately in the truck cart. 

I made sure to make eye contact with him.  I wanted to send him a message that I knew exactly who he was, and that I am no one to be messed with.  It wasn’t just my paranoia.  My husband recognized him instantly too.  After we were out of earshot, we both spoke at the same time, "That was definitely him."

About a month ago, I got an email from Family Watchdog.  I had registered with them a while ago.  Their site offers information on how to keep your children safe.  They also offer notifications when a sex offender moves into your area.  I have 111 sex offenders living in my area, but this email greatly disturbed me.  This sex offender had moved .4 miles from my house, on the same street that I live on. 

I was able to see his picture and some of the details of his arrest.  When I took a walk with the girls a few days later, I realized that we often walk right past his apartment.  It made me sick.  I can deal with it when they live a few miles away, but within a few minutes walking distance is just entirely too close for comfort. 

I don’t believe that sex offenders can be rehabilitated, especially those who go after children.  People who go after minors have serious mental problems that can not be solved by a short jail sentence. I know all the issues with full jails, but I don’t think that convicted sex offenders should see the light of day.  Why should I have to trust that they will treat me and my children with respect, when they have already shown once that they can’t? 

I once read a research study somewhere that said that those who commit sexual assault are likely to be repeat offenders.  My sister used to work with sex offenders.  One day, one of the sex offenders attacked one of her co-workers.  Once they’ve done it once, they will do it again.  It’s only a matter of time and opportunity. 

I know that they are walking amongst us all, but to recognize one of them so clearly in my own grocery store was so unsettling. I think about how I used to play outside for hours at a time when I was a little girl.  My girls are under constant supervision when they’re outside.  My parents never really talked to me about "bad people" when I was little.  Sure, I got the "don’t talk to strangers" that every kid gets; but I have already had in depth conversations with Big I about what makes a good person, what makes a bad or dangerous person, and how she needs to handle herself if she’s unsure.

There are arguments that the problem is no worse today than it was years ago, and that crimes involving sexual attacks are picked up and blown up by the media.  But it’s hard to deny that there’s a serious problem when you go to Family Watchdog, type in your address, and watch the screen light up with colored dots showing where convicted sex offenders live and work, within minutes of your home.  When they’re also shopping at your grocery store, alongside you and your family, it really hits home.   

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