Dear Inmate Sandusky
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It seems that you have finally lost control of the fantasy. The darkness of lusting after young flesh has
been brought into the light, and it
seems “Coach" that you are now headed to prison. I wanted to offer you a word of welcome:
The nighttime is terrifying.
You will shiver often with the mind-numbing fear of his unwelcome hands. The stench of his filthy teeth will
commandeer your sense of smell. Your
body will be riddled with the aching aftermath of his carnal brutality. Screams of protest will radiate from every
cell in your body as your attacker marks YOU as his target. A mark you will feel every moment of every
day, even when he’s not there.
Welcome to the nighttime that your victims, and your son,
know well.
The showers will also pose a problem. It
is a place, as you know, that leaves one quite vulnerable. Naked.
Exposed. You will never again be
able to bathe alone and in peace. The
cleansing warmth of a simple shower will forever be tainted by the horror of intrusion,
the panic of constantly being preyed upon, and the anxiety of relentlessly
being watched. Unfortunately, "Coach", there
is no soap that can wash away this fear; no salve that will bring back the
experience of losing yourself in the warm embrace of a shower.
Welcome to the shower that your victims, and your son, know well.
The showers will also pose a problem. It
is a place, as you know, that leaves one quite vulnerable. Naked.
Exposed. You will never again be
able to bathe alone and in peace. The
cleansing warmth of a simple shower will forever be tainted by the horror of intrusion,
the panic of constantly being preyed upon, and the anxiety of relentlessly
being watched. Unfortunately, "Coach", there
is no soap that can wash away this fear; no salve that will bring back the
experience of losing yourself in the warm embrace of a shower.Welcome to the shower that your victims, and your son, know well.
All this, and yet the nagging and unyielding embarrassment will
be your biggest challenge. Congratulations! Your diseased thirst for little boys is now infamous; your name synonymous with
"pedophile", "pervert", and "molester". Your journey on this planet, your legacy, will
be forever connected to your predatory assaults on the innocent. Your history is set in stone.
Welcome to the hell that you must endure alone. Every day.
For the rest of your life.
You see, "Coach", your end is your victim’s beginning. A beginning marked with hope, healing, and
light. You no longer have control over
anyone (including yourself). My deepest prayer is that one day you will find the courage to admit to, for the sake of every boy you’ve ever put your hands on, what
you’ve done.
Asking forgiveness is the least you could do.
Asking forgiveness is the least you could do.
So, without further ado, welcome to prison you son of a bitch. May time with your demons usher you into the
light.
Sincerely,
A Survivor
Sincerely,
A Survivor
