What Would You Do?

I read an article yesterday about a graduate assistant who witnessed Sandusky sodomizing a ten year old in the shower. Instead of demanding he stop and rescuing that little boy, he went home and called his dad. And what did Daddy suggest? Go see Paterno in the morning. What's wrong with this picture? Wouldn't you expect a MAN'S first reaction be to clobber Sandusky, grab that little boy, put some clothes on him and take him home and tell his parents? And call the police?

I once witnessed a guy stopped at a stop sign where his girl passenger got out and they engaged in an argument. The guy got out, went around and was dragging her toward the door. I stopped my car, rolled down my window and yelled at him to leave her alone. He let her go and she walked away. Really, isn't that a natural reaction to witnessing a bigger person physically manhandling a younger or weaker one?

Mark Steyn points out the tragedy of our culture today where grown men act like babies:

Here surely is an almost too perfect snapshot of a culture that simultaneously destroys childhood and infantilizes adulthood. The "child" in this vignette ought to be the 10-year-old boy, "hands up against the wall," but, instead, the "man" appropriates the child role for himself: Why, the graduate assistant is so "distraught" that he has to leave and telephone his father. He is pushing 30, an age when previous generations would have had little boys of their own. But today, confronted by a grade-schooler being sodomized before his eyes, the poor distraught child-man approaching early middle-age seeks out some fatherly advice, like one of Fred MacMurray's "My Three Sons" might have done had he seen the boy next door swiping a can of soda pop from the lunch counter.


The graduate assistant, Mike McQueary, is now pushing 40, and is sufficiently grown-up to realize that the portrait of him that emerges from the indictment is not to his credit and to attempt, privately, to modify it. "No one can imagine my thoughts or wants to be in my shoes for those 30-45 seconds," he emailed a friend a few days ago. "Trust me."

"Trust me"? Maybe the 10-year-old boy did. And then watched Mr. McQueary leave the building. Perhaps the child-man should try "imagining" the 10-year-old's thoughts or being in his shoes. Oh, wait. He wasn't wearing any.

Read the entire article for yourself. It will make you want to weep. God have mercy on us. No wonder women ask where all the good men have gone. They sure aren't graduate assistants at Penn State!