Not much rattles me.
Not much makes me angry.
Not much makes me wish for the death of the Internet.
Today does all three.
I love Twitter. I do.
Some days though it makes me want to cry and shout and rant and rave.
Today is such a day and as my blog is my small part of the universe I’m going to rant and rave. Right here.
It’s the day of the Adam Johnson sentencing.
I’m reading tweets by men, normal guys who walk amongst us all.
I’m reading tweets like (and I promise I’m not making it up) :
“she was nearly 16”
“this just teaches little sluts that they can slag about and get the man done for it”
“I hope that 15 year old dies in a car crash”
” I’d understand him getting 6 years if he’d have done it to an 8 year old ”
” She knew exactly what she was doing ”
” There’s 15 and there’s 15″
I’m not going to pass judgement on the perpetrator of the crime here. The British Legal System did that. I find all children abusers abhorrent, despite whether or not they can kick a ball about.
I won’t even dwell on the football club that put staying in the Premier League before the violation of a girl.
The facts are all there to read. The victim here was a child. Her abuser knew this when he Googled the age of consent. If you make the decision to partake in sexual activity with a child you are a sexual predator and are breaking the law.
So to those who are defending him because she was almost 16 and finding a 6 year prison sentence overly harsh, please just take a minute to think about what it is that you are arguing for.
You’re arguing for the freedom to have sex with a child.
There’s really no more to it than that.
As a mum and a woman and a human being I find that terrifying.