To come out and discuss my own abuse may be the single most intimidating and emotionally trying thing I have ever attempted. The emotions attached to the experience of being sexually abused are so strong to begin with, but once one decides to open up and take the issue public, the scrutiny is ratcheted up to a whole 'nother level. The victim ends up having to defend his victimization. His integrity, his honesty, and his motivation are all suspect. No man wants to come forward with a story of his childhood abuse. Noone is proud of it and, contrary to ludicrous statements by some Garvey supporters, noone is getting rich. We come forward, despite the humiliation, because we are compelled as men. Out of some sense of justice that our parents, teachers, and institutions instilled in us. In many cases the very same people who now look at us askance. We look to society for support, to be outraged by this trampling of our innocence. We suffered an abuse that has impacted the rest of our lives and we want to tell you about that. We want to tell you how to protect your children. We come forward to warn you. Yet, so often, our community treats us as pariahs, bringers of bad news, and seeks to discredit us so as not to have to face the reality of the situation. Let's talk about that. Let's talk about how we talk about victims. Let's talk about how, as a society, we mistakenly put the onus on and discredit the victim. Let's talk about why we let the molester off the hook. Let's at least ask the questions. The right questions. The questions that allow the truth to emerge and the abused to, perhaps, begin to feel good about themselves.
Real talk about pedophilia is uncomfortable. I understand. It is hard to imagine anyone more uncomfortable talking about it than I once was. As prominent as it is in the news today, pedophilia is still a taboo topic. When it comes up, people nod their disapproval but they really would rather not have this subject in their face. Don't get me wrong, some people have strong opinions, but the only people really thinking about the sexual abuse of minors are those involved. And to what depth or degree are they free to talk? It's worse than teen pregnancy. Hush, hush. Make it go away. This can't happen here. Well, unfortunately, it does, and it did. Oh, sure, there are rumors and a lot of water cooler gossip, but not serious discussion of the real issue. It's more about pointing fingers and secretly thanking God that it's not their son making these accusations. "Garvey never did anything like that to you, did he, Bobby?" More often than not, for a host of reasons (embarrassment, shame, and public opinion among them), even if Bobby was molested, he says "no". The parents heave a deep relieved sigh and that's it. Topic closed. The perversion in this seemingly innocent way of addressing the issue is that it leads one to begin searching for differences between "them" and "us". The difference between "our Bobby" and that other kid (or man) who is saying these terrible things about such a respected figure. We search for reasons why this terrible thing happened to them, and never could happen to us. Ultimately this leads to a list of flaws in the victim that not only made the victim prone to what happened, but somehow complicit in his own abuse. And that is absurd. The victim is made the victim again. And the abuser is free to abuse.
Rape is a classic case where the victim is often discredited and made to defend herself all over again. Let's look at the rape victim side-by-side with a victim of pedophilia. Both involve less-than-consensual sex imposed upon a victim by an individual with a physical, or other means of, advantage. A common response in the case of rape is that the victim was promiscuous. She dressed provocatively. She was a drunk or "druggie". Even worse, she "asked for it". Recognize the thinking? The problem is that it puts the responsibility for being raped on the victim, not the rapist. I will tell you this: I know no woman who would ever agree that how she was dressed, what she had consumed, or who she had slept with in the past, was akin to forfeiting her right to say "NO". I had little chance to say "NO". I was eleven at the time, and Garvey was my first and only sexual encounter. (Thinking about it still makes my stomach tighten.) I knew nothing about sex and never really thought about it. I had never kissed a girl, nor had I ever ejaculated. I hadn't gone through puberty. My school uniform could hardly be considered provocative. Although I did shower and dress in a communal atmosphere common in athletics, I don't think anyone would characterize such behavior as untoward. I did not use drugs, and I certainly did not "ask for it". I was eleven years old! To the contrary, my fault was that I was too young to say no. While some points of this comparison are almost comical, I believe the basic point holds true. It was no flaw in me, or in us, that caused this to happen other than trusting the wrong man. And we certainly are not complicit in our own abuse. We were raped of our innocence . We did nothing wrong. It's not our fault. Our community needs to see our abuse as something that we were too young to recognize and stop. Something they never recognized and stopped, either. When we talk about it, our aim is true.
Erie needs to realize that we were the victims once and that to make us the victims again is cruel and unjust. The blame, the guilt, and the shame all lie at one man's feet: Dr. William P. Garvey, our abuser and molester. Is it the victims who should have to fend off the accusations? The scrutiny has been misplaced. Let's talk about Garvey. Let's put his actions, his past and his present, under the light of truth. Why did he always choose to work around children? Male children. Did he ever hit us? When, why, and how? Was he ever alone with one of us ? Behind closed doors? What were the circumstances? Did he ever take players to where he lived? Why? How do so many of us know personal details about him like what his place looked like, the phone number, his birthday, his psoriasis? What was the nature of his relationships with his players? How about off the court? Did he ever buy these boys gifts? Take them places? Travel alone with them? Stay overnight? Does he still maintain any of these relationships? Have these men benefited from his largesse? Specify. Does he drink heavily? Has he ever given alcohol to an under-age player? Was it in his home? What were the circumstances?... What will that light reveal about Garvey's integrity, his honesty, and his motivation? We're telling you that he abused us, and he has been abusing your children since the '60s. Garvey's blanket denial and silence do not suffice. They only serve Garvey, the institutions involved, and those who gained from his position. Hush. Hush. His dismissal of the number of allegations, and the corroborated details involved, as related by men who in some cases have never spoken or met, is an insult to our intelligence. Our stories are remarkably the same. They span decades and yet the details are the same. They are the modus operandi of a serial pedophile. Allowing this man to operate as an upstanding member of the community is an insult to his victims. To further try to discredit us, and question our integrity and our intent, is unfair and again, unjust.
To you men who are reluctant to talk about your abuse: I understand. I know it's hard. You are, as I am, trying to come to terms with a very ugly thing that you have tried to keep buried in your past. And the increased scrutiny of coming forward can make it even more difficult for you. For me, keeping quiet any longer didn't work. I've begun to talk with those close to me. The past won't go away. What Garvey did to us won't go away. I think about it every time I'm around St. Johns, Mercyhurst, anywhere he touched. I think about it every time I see his face. Every time I bump into one of you. Every time. Maybe we don't yet control what people think about us. But if we let rumor, ignorance and innuendo stop us, we will always be the victims. If we don't talk about Garvey, we don't give anyone a chance to know the truth. To talk about the truth. And for ourselves to come to terms with, and live, the truth. Do not kid yourself, numbers matter. Your voice matters. Let's take credit for the men we've become. Despite Garvey. Despite the abuse. Let us look at those who would discredit us and force them to admit the truth. Let's talk the truth. You can do it.
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