There is a website that is basically a database of information about recovered memories. It's called The Recovered Memory Project. I have it bookmarked, and about twice a year I look at it to see what's new.
What's new right now is judgments against offenders based on the recovered memories of their victims, 20 to 30 years after the crimes occurred.
One of the things people ask me repeatedly over the years is why I haven't reported the crimes committed against me when I was a kid. The answer is that I have reported those crimes, in person, to several local law enforcement agencies in several jurisdictions (including one out of the state of Georgia), the GBI, the FBI, two district attorneys, a number of police officers, and one superior court judge - in open court.
Some of them have investigated what I told them about things I witnessed my dad doing to other people, although as of yet, those cases have not gone anywhere.
None of them - not one single one - ever investigated any of the crimes committed against me. Well, not that I am aware of, anyway.
There is a pedophile, a sadistic rapist, and a deranged evil bitch living less than a mile from me, and despite the information I have (quite publicly) been putting out there over the last two years in this blog, nothing has ever been done about that.
The one thing I've heard several times is that because it happened so long ago, and there is little corroborating evidence, a serious and legitimate and valid investigation would not take place.
I've always truly believed that if I was able to testify in front of a jury about what these fucking pieces of shit did to me that I would be believed. The reason I believe this is because 1) it is the truth, and 2) my abusers are so clearly guilty in every mannerism they make and in every word they say that it would be impossible for any of them to provide any argument against me that anyone else might believe.
So I checked out the Recovered Memory Project a few minutes ago, and guess what? Abusers are being ruled against in civil actions based on the recovered memories of their victims.
I've always thought that what I said happened to me amounted to some sort of evidence. I mean, "he-said, she-said" arguments are meant for a jury (or a judge) to decide, but those arguments don't ever get to a jury or a judge because even the local fucking police department won't do a thing to initiate any sort of real investigation into these people.
I mean, come ON.
I don't have faith in cops, or in the law, or in the idea of "justice." I am too tired to keep trying to convince skeptical - and often mean - people with the power to do something that I am not crazy, AND that what happened to me was bad enough and IMPORTANT enough to warrant some sort of action on the part of law enforcement.
But this whole thing with the Sandusky case, and the guy who was acquitted of beating the shit out of a priest who molested him years before, and now these cases where the only evidence is the accounts of the victims and their recovered memories - that is something. I don't know what it is, but it really is something.
As much as I would love to trust anything will EVER happen to those sick fucks, I do not believe it will ever happen. But maybe, MAYBE, the current and former residents of my childhood home, and all of the current and former neighbors of my childhood home, might - MIGHT - be shitting themselves NOW, at least a little bit, at these recent developments in our society.
Because if I have the opportunity to realistically pursue legal action (civil or criminal) against anyone who ever touched me when I was a kid - or against anyone who didn't stop someone else from touching me when I was a kid - I am DEFINITELY taking the fuckers down.
I'm all out of fight to go at it alone, but the first chance anyone involved in the law backs me up, I am DEFINITELY taking the fuckers down.
In the mean time, I'm okay hoping they are losing sleep and pissing themselves night and day from the fear of how REALISTICALLY they can be exposed and prosecuted for what they did to me.
Fucking piece of shit animals - I will probably fall asleep tonight fantasizing about spitting in each and every one of their faces.
Because I mean, SERIOUSLY - this shit is SO FUCKED UP.
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