Monday, November 14, 2011
Preditors and Victims Are In The Open
Where do I begin? A question I have been asking myself all weekend.
I am sure most of you know about the Penn State Scandal. So many emotions are stirring for people, especially victim's, like me. Our hearts go out to those who have suffered beyond belief. Reading or hearing about another predator running around living his life as he destroyed the innocent.
I know 'innocent until proven guilty', but you cannot help be outraged from details leaked into the press.
Which brings me to something I had written months ago. A rape piece which has been looming in the back of my mind. I often think about the purpose of this blog. Creative TMI. I began steering towards artistic endeavors over the past few years. But now and then I have to bring up something serious. Talk about something that changed my own life in many ways. Topics that have changed others as well.
Most people want negative news to fade away, because it can be hard to swallow. Knowing about horrific acts such as sexual abuse is hard to swallow. But speaking out about these topics help people like me, a victim of sexual abuse as a child and an adult.
Any act of sexual abuse is horrific, especially for the victim. We live our own experiences over and over when things like this come up in the news. I was channel surfing in between working on my book and poetry when I came upon a show 'The Downfall of Anand Jon', and I thought "Who is Anand Jon?", and where have I been?
I do not watch or read about the news very often, but do read hubby's newspapers left lying around the house when I can. But it is hard to keep up with everything. I was a week behind on the Penn State Scandal.
The show I stumbled upon began by describing Anand Jon's rise to fame in the fashion world as a up and coming designer by dressing Lawrence Fishburn, Paris Hilton, and many others. He had appeared on America's Top Model, which I definitely do not watch, and then jetted into the world of (and according to acquaintances, employees and a business partner) engaging in dangerously close relationships with very young woman who aspired to be models, or were his models.
Their ages ranged from fourteen to twenty one. He was eventually caught in the car with a fifteen year old aspiring model, and was seen making out with her by the police. During her police interview she admitted to giving him oral sex, and being with him on other occasions. But he did not go to jail at this point. The mother knew, why did she not proceed to have him charged. The mother should be charged with neglect, if she is found guilty.
Years later a twenty one year old model came forth and stated to the police he raped her. After that girls came out of the woodwork saying they also had been forced, or he forced himself upon them (video tapes were found) to have sex or perform sex with Anand Jon. Of course I decided to Google him and see what updated news I could find. He was arrested in 2007, found guilty, and has been serving time in jail. I believe he is also in NYC facing trial for more sexual crimes.
I am not an expert on the whole story from the brief news reports and one blog, but I can say I know rape. From my experience I can understand why someone would be afraid to come forth. Why would I share such a horrific story with you? Because I now feel it is important for people to understand what being a victim entails. Here is a piece from one of the on-line accounts of his ordeal.
Anand Jon's victims say they were assured reimbursed airfare, drivers, secure models-only living quarters if they were accepted for modeling, as well as fees for their time coming to LA. However there were a few warning signs, no one ever met them at JFK or LAX; a call to Jon would elicit instructions for the women to take cabs to his studio — which was actually Jon’s home. Jon’s digs have invariably been described as “filthy,” “disgusting” and “gross” — a disheveled crash pad that was really a clothes closet turned inside out.
The details of what went on in his apartment are almost unbelievable, and no one saw these signs? I am sure someone saw and knew something. But people are afraid to ruffle feathers.
Many people questioned why woman would wait so long to come forth. First of all the girls were under age. Can you imagine how scared they were. Immature and inexperienced with the modeling world. I am sure they might have been embarrassed. They had all told their family and friends a famous designer wanted them to come to LA and become one of his professional models. They believed he would help them break into a world which was hard to break into. I am not surprised he intimidated them once they arrived.
Okay, even I admit, who in their right mind would allow their daughters to go unescorted to his apartment like that. Well he did live with his assistant, another female, who now admits she was afraid and intimidated by Anand Jon. Where were the adults who were responsible for their well being?
And what parent or who let children go alone with an older man to a ball field, as in the Penn State Scandal? I am not saying that sexual abuse cannot happen close to home, because it happens under your own roof.
I was a similar victim so many years ago. Years before my siblings and I were victims of molestation. Where were my parents? Unfortunately alcohol was an influence in our situation. Why did we not tell our parents what was going on? Adult predators have their way of intimidating children. Just like men who rape have their ways of scaring the hell out of women who are passive. It does not matter how old you are, you can become a victim of a sexual crime.
I am not going into details of what happened to me or my family. It happened, and I survived. Nor is this written to get sympathy for myself. I am just outraged that the above two cases were not reported earlier, and it took so long for the predator to be apprehended.
Just remember when you hear about someone like Alexander Anand Jon or the coach who was seen with an under age boy in the showers of Penn State (he has not gone to trial yet, and maybe found innocent), we all have dark sides. A majority of us just do not act upon criminal impulses. We know right from wrong. There were warning signs to many who knew both of these men (I have read), or were close to them during that period the crimes were committed. If you see something going on that doesn't seem right, then you should speak up and help a victim. No if's and's or but's.
One of my predators in the early eighties was reported, and brought to justice shortly after the crime took place. Thankfully a much stronger woman he victimized came forth, and I felt such relief. I am a much different person now than I was back then, and would not hesitate to take a predator down. My heart goes out to the children this latest predator has victimized. Honestly I think they should take any staff who knew down.
Victims, I personally feel speaking out about these crimes is the first step to becoming a survivor.
Readers and all others, just listening can help.
Predators, I do believe you will get your punishment in due time.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Home Sweet Home
Sweet in so many ways...
Have you ever traveled for 24 hours? We did. It took me longer to fly home than it did to fly to our destination. Yeah yeah yeah, I'm complaining again. Sure, did you expect me to go to a foreign country and not complain about something?
I'm just a wee bit grumpy arriving home at 2 something in the morning.
TMI details about my trip:
- I was tired of Korean food by the eighth day, with nine left to go. There is not as much western food, or at least of what we are used to. There versions are off by a lot of ingredients, and I don't eat burgers, even here in the states.
- Broke my right foot toes for the third time. Long, long, long story...
- Hubby and my son walked my rear off (more than a few miles each day- try 20 per day with my asthma. Well it felt like it!)
- Had to put up with a cranky and tired hubby due to opposite time change, but I was not allowed to complain when he woke me up three times during the night. We also slept on a hard double cot each night.
- Hubby was sick the last three days, not a fun flight with our two connections (happened twice on trips before) from food poisoning.
- My son also had it eight days before him, from another meal, and kept us up all night (bathroom next to our cot). Men. They eat anything! Do not eat unidentified mystery meats or raw fish late in the day, or before you travel.
I thought it was a given- no lights, no kids, and no candy... to tempt my sweet tooth. Uh huh, sure, that was until we arrived home last night at 2 AM. As I got my key out I thought "Is someone taunting me?" (photo above)
I scooted the contraband out with my foot from the under side of the storage closet to see if it was a mere and equally tease of an empty wrapper. Left by some sneaky kid who couldn't wait to get home, or out of sight of an unsuspecting parent's watchful eye, leaving trash on my door step. Hubby feels if it is not good chocolate, then it is trash. But yet he buys it for them each year, go figure, because he won't eat it otherwise!
It speaks to me, even now. Like a sugar zombies constant craving for "Eat more candy...", and yes, I have not picked it up. I am afraid to touch it, since there is no food in my house due to our long trip. What is a sweet-aholic to do?
Tonight, I am heading for the nearest Tex-Mex restaurant for nachos. Even if it means I have to run screaming like a child to the car, stepping over that evil candy, a mini at that. You would think On-The-Border in Korea would have had shipped real salsa in from the states right? Noooooo, theirs tasted like kimchi!
On one last note...I got calls from neighbors asking if we were alright. I had no phone service in Korea, so calling them back was not an option. Did they know that I was a sweet-aholic and might not leave a candy bar on the porch? Or did they put it there to lure me out? Someone has been up to no good. That pooper scooper we threw out after we lost our dog would come in handy about now...
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Bow To A Gift
I'm smiling right now. Imagine that. Yes, really imagine a happy face. We spent a week in Busan without my son so I am happy to be on the train. Heading for Seoul, and Aaron's arms. A mother's peace. Knowing she has a few more hours in the presence she gave life to.
There will also be better internet for pictures, and my lap top for retrieving my notes. Yes, another reason for smiles. I have done some writing since we left Seoul. Lots of it. We saw strange things on our journey. So strange, you can only read about them or hear of them through back alley gossip.
Russian Mafia and prostitution all rolled up into a perfectly congealed and packaged Mochi box. Japanese businessmen, fast cars, and dead bodies. Where did we hang out? When you barely understand a language and only have a few weeks to do so, well you can find yourself walking down lots of streets oblivious to surroundings. Good or bad. Very bad indeed.
Or was it all in my imagination?
Wait and you will read about everything.
I bow, "gam as ham nida" my friends...
Friday, November 4, 2011
No Photo Upload
Unfortunately IPad does not support this application, so I will have to illustrate via words...
Dining Sanctuary
Laying down three prong utensils
picking up chop sticks as walking canes
Taking stomachs east into Asia
A pilgrimage past mountainous fantoms
chanting waters flowing down
Griping rocks and loose green moss
Moving over what the eye cannot see
Directing a suns reflection
Toward giant carvings of Budda's belly
A quick rub for prospierty and a giggle
From children when I pat my own
In hunger and ask why rice fields lay
Undisturbed, resting in November
On its side as women in large hats
Squat along road sides selling tea
Flowers and fermented soy products
Tangerines add color to shades of brown
And gray dirt blowing in the cold wind
Across 'The land of morning calm'
commanding oceans to the south
where seafood is abundant
Practically jumping into baskets
To be eaten raw with spicy sauces
But smelly and sweet on the tongue
As pickled radish and kimchi accompany
Washed down with crystal clear rice wines
Or yogurt colored mokgli which old men
Drink all day long as ajumma's push forward
Leaving foreigners back and puzzled for days
Royal courts ate abalone poRridge as commoners
Prepared seasonal squash with barbeque or fish
Over grains and rice, but where are the green veggies
Back home in a land of silverware that sits
Waiting lonely and cold in the drawer
Under the counter where a colander will help
Rinse a whole lots of my own garden picks
I am having problems with writing and editing on this device. Will come back and edit after I return...Needs more food visuals and leads, maybe even two poems here.
Dining Sanctuary
Laying down three prong utensils
picking up chop sticks as walking canes
Taking stomachs east into Asia
A pilgrimage past mountainous fantoms
chanting waters flowing down
Griping rocks and loose green moss
Moving over what the eye cannot see
Directing a suns reflection
Toward giant carvings of Budda's belly
A quick rub for prospierty and a giggle
From children when I pat my own
In hunger and ask why rice fields lay
Undisturbed, resting in November
On its side as women in large hats
Squat along road sides selling tea
Flowers and fermented soy products
Tangerines add color to shades of brown
And gray dirt blowing in the cold wind
Across 'The land of morning calm'
commanding oceans to the south
where seafood is abundant
Practically jumping into baskets
To be eaten raw with spicy sauces
But smelly and sweet on the tongue
As pickled radish and kimchi accompany
Washed down with crystal clear rice wines
Or yogurt colored mokgli which old men
Drink all day long as ajumma's push forward
Leaving foreigners back and puzzled for days
Royal courts ate abalone poRridge as commoners
Prepared seasonal squash with barbeque or fish
Over grains and rice, but where are the green veggies
Back home in a land of silverware that sits
Waiting lonely and cold in the drawer
Under the counter where a colander will help
Rinse a whole lots of my own garden picks
I am having problems with writing and editing on this device. Will come back and edit after I return...Needs more food visuals and leads, maybe even two poems here.
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