Understanding the Sandusky Rape Fiasco
by Ann Thrope
Perhaps we all should have known something was up at the Second Mile when all the tight ends started leaving as wide receivers.
It was said that at the training camp, Sandusky was thought of as a father figure, but perhaps there should have been more alarm when youths started to refer to him as “Daddy.”
So it was no surprise to some when allegations surfaced of anal rape. It was only surprising, perhaps, that the media did not refrain from using the term “anal rape” in their coverage. We here at the Ladies’ Monthly have always believed in telling it like it is, so we have never refrained from watering down “anal rape” to such terms as “non-consentual sodomy,” “sexual misconduct,” or “surprise buttsex.”
However, that is exactly what was done by Penn State faculty. By the time the rape allegations reached the ears of those who needed to hear, the police, the beans had already been spilled, cooked, eaten, defecated, and eaten again, … repeatedly… by Penn State officials.
But all is not lost. Coach McQueary claims to have contacted police, to great effect, as there is no record of their conversation whatsoever. Perhaps McQueary is lying to protect himself like some red-headed chickenshit snake charmer, or perhaps the officer in charge of the case tossed the file to protect the investment he made with his bookie for that weekend’s game.
But worst of all is the effect on the children. It is hard enough to stay away from the familiar smell of axe body spray and Irish spring, which no doubt could bring back memories of a slathering, middle-aged, naked man bent over you, fixed on stealing your anal virginity. Now there is media coverage, street conversation, newspaper articles, magazine covers, all with their own takes on the situation. Even this article, in all its glory, stands as an object of trauma to those involved with Sandusky.
And although the coverage has begun to wane, there is still learning to be had. Men like Sandusky are bound to be on their toes in the coming months. As a woman and mother, look out for signs that abuse could be occurring behind closed doors. When you walk in on the High School basketball coach molesting a 13 year old boy, don’t just toss him some lube and say “Go get em’, Tiger,”… spread rumors around town until someone with fewer social obligations steps up to the plate to report it.
With your help, we can ensure that men like Sandusky are never able to get their jollies with innocent, underage boys. Perhaps if he would have spent a little more time with his wife, (and read our article about opening her up to anal), maybe he wouldn’t be a few court dates away from getting himself opened up to anal. Unfortunately for Sandusky, the showers in jail might not have cute grad-student voyeurs, but they do have plenty of people who won’t tell.