The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
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10 September 2009 22:59
Saturday, 30 July 2011
Judge Mary Jane Mowat
This is a most extraordinary business, a judge saying to a man convicted of collecting pornographic images of children that she did not blame him for being attracted to children and going on to say that many teachers were so attracted but did not act upon their feelings either physically or by the use of imagery, before suspending a twelve month sentence on the former teacher.
It seems to me axiomatic that one should not, indeed cannot be blamed for being attracted to something or someone, for who knows what is at the root of such feelings nor how we are to master them? Wiser heads than mine have cudgelled themselves to no avail in seeking the origins of sexual attractions and most of us, I guess, are thankful that our own fall into a fairly conventional spectrum, although the definition of what is conventional sexual behaviour has altered most radically in my lifetime; homosexuality, in my childhood, was a serious criminal offence, bondage, domination and sado-masochism used to be deemed shocking and repellent, now their accoutrements can be purchased in High Street stores - somebody, large numbers of somebodies, must be buying them. This is not to say that paedophila, too, will in time become legal and acceptable, it is one of those aberrations, like incest and cannibalism, which most instinctively know to be wrong, by any conceivable yardstick but Judge Mowat is correct in drawing the distinction between an aesthetic obsession and an offence aganst a minor.
There is an argument that the very perusal of such stuff creates a market for it and hence instigates further abuse of children, that looking at certain types of images cannot be other than criminal; I am not sure about this, I saw some child pornography when I was virtually still a child myself and it shocked me rigid, and I have never seen any since nor even wanted to in an inquisitive, curious sense, it gave me the fucking heebie-jeebies and I expect it would most people; those who seek it out, therefore, I imagine, are for some reason already enmeshed in that dark obsession, and no-one, not even themselves, knows why.
I cannot imagine that at some stage in their lives some people say OK, I'm gonna be a beast, that's what I wanna be, I wanna look at pictures or videos of little children being buggered and worse, and if I get the opportunity or can hook-up with some like-minded people I wanna actually do some of that shit, even though everybody will hate me, I'll go to jail and get knifed and scalded and the public are gonna wanna hang me up from a lamp post and cut my balls off, one at a time. Surely nobody in their right mind, consciously decides that - out of Life's huge erotic cornucopia - they want to devote their lives to the unspeakable, there must surely be stuff, events beyond their control, maybe in childhood, maybe in puberty, maybe in Holy Deadlock, maybe subliminally, from consumer culture, from the great company which is skymadeupnewsandfilth, which prompt such deviance and which cannot be expunged without profound and lasting psychiatric care. But looking at images and the commission of sexual offences against children are separate aberrations, the former may be a condition wholly involutary, originating from familial or societal pressures and influences beyond the control, beyond the ken of the so conditioned; the physical offences, though, are the result of free will, are chosen. In the latter case we may properly say, I would never do that shit, never, but in the former we must say, well, Thank God, there but for fortune, whatever happened to him could've happened to me.
Now your whoreson nonce, of whom I've known a few, will argue his blamelessness - the little tart led me on, I didn't know she was only twelve or ten, she wanted to break up my marriage and so on but he or she cannot claim that they did not know they were doing wrong and Judge Mowat was, I feel, entirely correct. She passed a sentence, not actively custodial but still of huge, restrictive, deleterious and punitive weight which reflected a proper concern for the use of such imagery whilst ackowledging, bravely, that many, otherwise blameless, feel unnatural attractions and are habituated to materal which is undeniably an offence against Decency and in its preparation a serious criminal offence.
The scale of offences against children - and not only by the men in frocks - is huge, in positing degrees of culpability and in considered sentencing Judge Mowat serves all who would see it decline.