Today I sat in the office of Detective Tom Rosemurgy, (Rosie to his friends) and we talked about sexual abuse. Of new information and suspected abusers and how we can help victims share their story and how without their stories, the wheels of justice will not begin turning…and we talked about my father's case and how peculiar it seemed.
He had my father’s file on his desk or most of it… and inside where pages of little girls stories, and the man they described fits my terror.
My feelings match their pictures and they are talking about my father.
I didn’t read this file until a few minutes ago.
It is odd to read them, knowing the girls, the house and the visuals they painted, all correctly describing our childhood home, the chairs, the places and clothing my father wore, and then the awful acts he subjected these little girls to. Years worth of criminal sexual assaults rained upon the neighborhood girls, one after another, year after year, and what is so striking are the adults who know this all along.
Insane. Totally criminally INSANE!
What strikes me so blatantly horrific is the details of the girls and the knowing of the adults, and the longevity of his run, and then after all these DETAILS and TRUTH are given over to the Detective, the prosecutor who at the time was a member of the FALC, he doesn’t use their cases???
OH MY GOD does this infuriorate me.
It is like all these little girls carry my memories and they are left sitting on paper and only one little girl’s makes it to the court of the land.
IT is criminal what this prosecutor did to each girl who wrote her memories down. He should be sitting in jail with Ray Huhta. And instead both are walking around free as the breeze…while the little girls are left to heal and deal the best we can.
He raped, masturbated, fondled and had them fondle, he rubbed and touched their privates and them do the same to him…FOR over 35 years. And when the detective gathers this information, the prosecutor uses just one little girls???
What in the hell is up with that???
Here are some of the accounts…just random sentences…fragments of their childhood experiences with my father.
Chair that spun around,
Back to microwave,
Long johns,
Red nylon long johns,
Rocking chair by heatrola stove,
Nice and friendly,
Easy going,
Strong,
Kept my hand on penis,
Rubbing my privates,
Won’t let me off his lap,
Wife in kitchen,
Other children in room,
Sunday dinners,
Father across talking,
Forced hand on penis,
Masturbating,
Raping,
Wife at church,
In his bed,
Wife at hospital having baby,
Tent with friend,
Pulling my pants down,
Friends mother knew,
Minister told, not believed,
Child protective services…he’s been under suspicion for 30 years. Hide in bushes attempt to catch Ray in the act of abusing.
It is all like a mad mad dream where nothing makes sense and the senseless wins.
How the voices are ringing out clear as a bell as to who he is and what he has done over 35 years and yet it falls once again upon an adult who acts poorly, the prosecutor so totally dropped the ball on this, and you have to wonder why?
To think Ray only served a few weeks in jail is beyond what I can comprehend. And what startles me is that my mother read these same stories and at the end of his trial she drove him to Texas. Imagine??? How can you read these and not react in revolt or in horror.
The cry should have been to do what ever it takes to keep him locked up and instead it seemed that so many wanted him free.
Our voices on paper meant nothing.
Not sure if our trial, (for it seemed like it was a trial for all the girls who wrote a statement,) was unique or is this typical?
Somehow the response to the words written by the girls seems to not bring forth the action necessary or one that fit the words. It just seems all wrong.
The words that should have adults springing into action and becoming fully enraged and setting about to seek justice, did the opposite.
No real attempt was made or so it seems, just the very bare minimum required, the least of the least…and yet the stories are detailed and stretch over so many years.
I just don’t get it.
Yet, while I always was accused of over reacting, I believe even I under reacted.
Hindsight it 20/20…and I am not sure I could have convinced not only the prosecutor, my brother and the rest of the family, but it just seems that I missed calculated the amount of repeated abuse heaped on one child. It would be bad enough if one girl had one incident, but it seems that most had years of abuse.
And he gets a few weeks in jail…
What strikes me the most now, is that for years now I have been criticized for being so dramatic, for over reacting, for not letting it go, etc. And all I can say is that I certainly wish that others reacted like me.
I M Perfect lady 