Posted on 10/29/2005 6:40:08 AM PDT by kellynla
My mother divorced my father when I was 2 and she met my stepfather, who was a police officer in Manhattan Beach. They had five children after me. In addition, my stepfather has three older children. In the combined family, I'm the only one of the nine children he didn't father. I always remember wanting him to love me. I was always trying excessively hard to please him. I would do anything for him.
My stepbrothers and stepsisters and a half-brother and half-sister went to McMartin. So did I. I only remember being happy there. I never had any bad feelings about the schoolno bad auras or vibes or anything. Even to this day, talking about it or seeing pictures or artwork that I did at McMartin never brings any bad feelings. All my memories are positive.
The thing I remember about the case was how it took over the whole city and consumed our whole family. My parents would ask questions: "Did the teachers ever do things to you?" They talked about Ray Buckey, whom I had never met. I don't even have any recollection of him attending the school when I was going there.
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Ping!
"There goes the neighborhood!"
I know most of us here don't care for Oliver Stone, but one of the positive things he has done is produce a movie which exposed this disgraceful episode in the Made for TV film "Indictment". The kind of media-fueled frenzy that led to the ruination of the lives of innocent people is instructive when you see what is happening to Bush White House people today...
We had a highly dysfunctional family. We argued and fought all the time. My mother has always blamed anything negative on the idea that we went to that preschool and were molested. To this day, she believes these things went on. Because if they didn't, how can she explain all the family's problems? To this day, I can't open up with her about my personal problems.
As a kid, I went to preschool. Nothing but great memories; but my family, as well, did not have it all together. And as a middle-aged man, I can report this: moms can be downright strange if their Dad/Husband mistreated them.
I have noticed that my own mother is very much someone who sticks to the 'story', not the facts, regarding many events in my own family. It took a long time for me to figure out why. Looking at this fellow's story, I have nothing but total sympathy for him. He is not the only one who can't open up to his mother.
What I would like to find is a story. A story about a woman in her late 60's who played at this way of life for decades .... basically lying about what really happened, and instead, either making up stories knowing their false, or worse, making up stories, and then dumping reality and believing they are true ... but then, something happened where she became unafraid of dealing with the facts, the ugly truth. And where she stepped forward, and let healing begin. A story which describes what caused her to become brave.
Those stories are very, very rare. This story you posted is way, WAY, too common unfortunately.
"Where do I go to get my reputation back?"
Ray Donovan, Ronald Reagan's Secretary of Labor who was acquitted of corruption charges in a court of law after a prolonged trial by media.
Can you imagine the hell that the folks who worked at McMartin's and the children who attended McMartin's and their parents went through. For what? A lie!
Personally, I went to a Catholic kindergarten where the nuns just beat the hell out of the boys and if we complained to our parents they would send us back and tell the nuns to "beat him some more!" LOL
We were examined by a doctor. I took my clothes off and lay down on the table. They checked my butt, my penis. There was a room with a lot of toys and stuffed animals and dolls. The dolls were pasty white and had hair where the private parts were. They wanted us to take off their clothes. It was just really weird.
I remember them asking extremely uncomfortable questions about whether Ray touched me and about all the teachers and what they didand I remember telling them nothing happened to me. I remember them almost giggling and laughing, saying, "Oh, we know these things happened to you. Why don't you just go ahead and tell us? Use these dolls if you're scared."
But the lying really bothered me. One particular night stands out in my mind. I was maybe 10 years old and I tried to tell my mom that nothing had happened. I lay on the bed crying hystericallyI wanted to get it off my chest, to tell her the truth. My mother kept asking me to please tell her what was the matter. I said she would never believe me. She persisted: "I promise I'll believe you! I love you so much! Tell me what's bothering you!" This went on for a long time: I told her she wouldn't believe me, and she kept assuring me she would. I remember finally telling her, "Nothing happened! Nothing ever happened to me at that school."
She didn't believe me.
Gee this is sweet, after destroying so many lives.
What do you bet the psychologists have a nice cozy practice somewhere. They should be tarred and feathered!!!
We were examined by a doctor. I took my clothes off and lay down on the table. They checked my butt, my penis. There was a room with a lot of toys and stuffed animals and dolls. The dolls were pasty white and had hair where the private parts were. They wanted us to take off their clothes. It was just really weird.
I remember them asking extremely uncomfortable questions about whether Ray touched me and about all the teachers and what they didand I remember telling them nothing happened to me. I remember them almost giggling and laughing, saying, "Oh, we know these things happened to you. Why don't you just go ahead and tell us? Use these dolls if you're scared."
Anytime I would give them an answer that they didn't like, they would ask again and encourage me to give them the answer they were looking for. It was really obvious what they wanted. I know the types of language they used on me: things like I was smart, or I could help the other kids who were scared.
I felt uncomfortable and a little ashamed that I was being dishonest. But at the same time, being the type of person I was, whatever my parents wanted me to do, I would do. And I thought they wanted me to help protect my little brother and sister who went to McMartin.
Molested by authorities with the full cooperation of his family and we wonder why real child molestation victims don't come forward. Who can children trust?
Justice postponed is Justice denied. The McMartin Preschool debacle is a sad bit of history. Many lives were ruined by the manufacture of false evidence and attempts to twist the minds of the children.
Yep, I had an office in Manhattan Beach at the time and you wouldn't believe the outrage; folks were ready to burn the damn place down and hang the whole lot of 'em out in front...what fools we all were!
I lived in Long Beach at the time. I remember the outrage.
"Giving children dolls and puppets during a forensic interview encourages them to pretend and fantasize instead of sticking to facts, Wood says"
I don't think this information has quite reached all the "experts".
He was only 9 or 10 yrs old.
Janet Reno got herself really going politically with some similar prosections in South Florida. Just despicable.
everyone of the officials involved in this should have been thrown in jail for what they did, I remember the case very well, the children were coaxed into telling lies. Anyone who puts faith in government deserves to be enslaved.
The SRA (Satanic Ritual Abuse) scam of the 80's was nothing more than a fascist think tank attempt at eroding constitutional due process by creating a climate of hysteria in which the public would applaud the trampling of constitutional guarantees of search and siezure, evidence, fair and speedy trial, etc. These were basically railroad cases, not a one of which were ligitimate other than as social control psyops.
This site has academically researched and documented papers on the bigger SRA cases of the era. www.religioustolerance.org/sra.htm I want to know what "seminar" the duplicitous DA's and PD "Intelligence Divisions" attended prior to this ugly wave of intimidation and suppression.
Unfortunately a good number of fundamentalist Christian outcroppings still believe this cr*p and use it to brainwash a sense of outrage, fear and panic among their flocks.
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