My first semester of student teaching, a year and a half ago, I observed in his second period class. Cool guy. Great teacher. Unbelievably good at discipline (never saw a kid get out of control in his class) and building a personal rapport with his students. He was a master of subject matter, and taught me more about poetry with one Powerpoint presentation than I got in high school and college put together.
He wrote a fantastic recommendation letter for me. We stayed in touch over email, and I would occasionally yell for help, which he always provided. I considered him a friend and a mentor.
Today, I learned that a woman he molested twenty-five years ago stepped forward and made her allegation. When the powers that be investigated this, he copped to it. Without contacting a lawyer, stalling for time, or playing bullshit games, he admitted that he had sexually assaulted that student all those years ago. All I can think is that he is either incredibly remorseful or that he’s a smug, egocentric bastard who figured that since it was so long ago, no one could touch him. It could be either.
He was, of course, immediately fired. The union washed its hands of him. His credential will - or has - been yanked, and knowing the current mood regarding sexual predators, I’m sure the DA will pursue charges and jail time if my mentor’s victim is willing to cooperate.
Part of me tried to rationalize it for about three minutes, and then wisely shut up. The rest of me seethes with disgust and anger. My stomach has been churning all day over this. I liked him. I admired him. I wanted to emulate his teaching practice. Now all I want to do is punch him in the stomach with a sledgehammer, and after he’s fallen, kick him several times in the face.
Did she cry, asshole? Did she ask you to stop? Did she have to look at your face for weeks, if not months, after you violated her? Did you give her homework assignments and get on her about not working up to her potential? Did you clap her on the shoulder or pat her head during class the way I saw you do with so many other students?
Was it just her or will others start coming forward now? Was it a terrible mistake with extenuating circumstances or a pattern of predation? Did your wife know, and what about her daughter - the stepdaughter whose looks you were so proud of?
What about all your other kids, dammit? The students who will now look back at your class - the one where they learned so much so well - and wonder if you were scoping them out the whole time? What about the rest of us teachers who have to labor with that kind of black mark against us - the male teachers who can’t risk giving extra attention or time to a girl student because they fear just those kinds of suspicion? What about that woman who is now in her forties, married, and has children? What has she been carrying around all these years while you made out like a pillar of the community?
You should, I think, suffer with everything that’s happened to you since she came forward. You deserve to have your thirty year career yanked out of your hands and tossed in the garbage. You deserve to have to register yourself as a sexual offender with the police. You deserve to live the rest of your life in infamy and shame, because what you did is as close to unforgivable as it comes.
You were my friend. You were someone I respected, trusted, and liked. Now, you are less than nothing.