By Cherie Currie
Now this is a subject where I feel things that jerk me from my seat, want to grab my gun and check out the newest torturer devices online. Movies like Saw and Hostel 1 and 2 start flipping through my head at lightning speed and I have to calm myself before my heart explodes. Yep, that’s me when I think of a predator. Screwdrivers, a ball peen hammer and pliers come to mind FIRST. Then the gun.
Child predators. Hell, all predators are pure EVIL and deserve the harshest of punishment. When I hear of these children gone missing, found but no longer with us, woman maimed and worse, all I can think of is how much I’d like to introduce the low-life scum that inflicted this horror to my two best friends, Smith and Wesson.
Nope. I’m not the forgiving type. No, I’m not the understanding ‘He’s sick and we should feel sorry for him’ type.
Yes, I am the vigilante type that wouldn’t blink as I ended the life of the man that hurt my child (or anyone else’s child for that matter) or loved one. I mean, I wouldn’t blink.
So, instead of hoping it wouldn’t happen, praying it doesn’t happen, I took steps with my child to make sure it would NEVER happen. The way I raised my child was with pure love and selfishness. I knew that if anything ever happened to him I wouldn’t survive. I mean NEVER and frankly, I would have to take on the Jodie Foster role in The Brave One before I met my maker.
There is nothing more gut-wrenching then the loss of a child at the hands of a motherf*cking, low-life scum bag. There isn’t a day gone by that I don’t thank the lord for not having to say, ‘How could this happen to me?”
I made sure of it, as sure as God made green apples. I made sure my son Jake knew as early as he could understand that they are out there, they are waiting and they would hurt him and bad. We can talk about Teen Sex, but if we lose them because we didn’t want to “scare” them, what’s the frigg’in point, right?! We have to keep our children ALIVE!
It’s not always the scary looking guy our kids have to fear. It’s the lollipop toters, the ice cream men, and the puppy peddlers that lure these unsuspecting innocents right from under our ignorant noses!
This is MAJOR people, as major as it gets, and, in my opinion, parents don’t give their children the credit they deserve. Kids are smart and the earlier you teach them the less affected they will be when all the other tidbits of life come marching through.
My own story:
I had my first close encounter with a scum demon when I was 10-years-old walking from the market with my girlfriend Kelly, who was 8. He pulled up to us in his VW Bug, pants-free, with evil, bad intent. I had to pull my friend away from his car as she was transfixed on the ‘thing’ between his legs that she had never seen before. He followed us as we ran home, chasing us, cutting us off at street corners. He was so calm, so unaffected by our fear. I’ll never forget his eyes. He had dead, scary, vacant eyes. Like that line in Jaws: “and when they bite you, they roll over…” Yeah, those eyes.
We called the police and the two young officers had to contain their giggles as a crying Kelly told them he had no ‘pee pee hole’. ECCHHHH! GOD! Traumatized she was, educated she wasn’t. I shouldn’t have had to drag her from the car. She should have known we were in danger. Worse yet, had I not been there: easy pick’ins like fruit from the vine.
You don’t leave a child to wander alone around a swimming pool. You gate it, lock it up, and you teach the child to swim. A no brain-er. Why is it so taboo — and some parents think cruel — to teach a child the fundamental facts of survival at a young age? Life’s not all Cinderella and Scooby Doo, people! That’s the fantasy we so wish for our children, but the truth? NOT!
Let them enjoy the cartoons and play time. But, educate them on the TRUTH. A little fear they can take! Not the horror they will face if not given the absolute facts. The boogie man is alive and well just outside the door, at in the parks, in the malls, the playgrounds. Never, I mean, NEVER leave your child alone, not even for a second. That’s all it takes, and your life, as you know it — all the hopes, the dreams — are over.
Be selfish! I had a woman tell me she thought I was a bad mother for “scaring” my child. My response was, “I’ll have my son when he’s sixteen. Will you?”
Though Jake’s school was just across the street I watched him till he got there safely and never let him go anywhere alone. I told him about the Bad People and the terrible things that could happen to him. He asked a lot of the questions. I gave him tough answers. Was he scared? Yes. That fear turned into awareness and with awareness came contentment. You do the right thing, the safe thing and you have a better chance of survival.
Give your kids a fighting chance.
I have seen it all first hand. Experienced the fear and brutality close up and personal. I survived because I was lucky. My friend David said to me today, “The past will shape us. We don’t have to let it control us”. Words to live by as long as you pay it forward and share your experience.
Killer bees, pit bulls, the West Nile virus, they all get the much-deserved headlines. They are killers, they’re out there. We tend to forget The Night Stalker, The Zodiac Killer, Ted Bundy and the John Wayne Gacy‘s of the world (who dressed up like a clown to lure his victims). Believe you me, they are still out there in force with different faces, stalking, waiting, and they have their sights set on your children. And you!
If I could put people with Uzis around every school, park, community pool and Chuck E. Cheese with a banner that said, “Come On You Pedophile Rapist Punk! Make My Day!”, I would. But society won’t allow it.
Ozzie and Harriet are long gone. Sold their house to Freddy Krueger . The days of sending your child to the corner market for milk are over.
You say you don’t want them to grow up too fast? NOTHING will strip away a childhood like the hands of a predator. Don’t let it happen to your child. They will thank you for it. Jake thanks me to this day. He is observant and tactical. Best of all, he’s undamaged, he’s alive. And so am I.
Be safe! NOT stupid!
Love your child enough to scare them smart!
Cherie Currie was the lead singer of The Runaways. She’s a professional musician, actress, author, and one of the few women in America who create chainsaw art. She writes Cherie Currie’s Guide to Life because she loves you.