As a young boy, I was molested.
At the age of ten, I witnessed the shooting death of my father. After my father died; I struggled somewhat with youthful fighting that earned me a juvenile criminal record.I was taken under the wing of a local youth centre coordinator who played a pivotal role of a father in my life, helping me to obtain the aforementioned scholarships. With enormous motivation, courage, football practice and expanded recognition that grew my reputation as an example of a successful young man. That today majority of young people look up to me, desiring to get out of the Ghetto, Gangs and lifeless activities.
This local youth centre coordinator was a hero of our community well known for taking young men like I, out of the gutter. He was appraised from various leadership officials, friends with police officers and detectives; little did they know I myself was being molested from the age of 15 by this man with many other young boys he mentored. It was not easy to say no, our coordinator was making us who we are today.
He is the same person who helped annulled my juvenile criminal record. How do you report a crime of such an individual? Someone who is playing a role of a father figure in your life when your family is dismantled, broken and frightened by the daily criminal occurrences and corruption of both the gangs, organized crimes, politicians and police officials?
I was a star, a go getter; I wanted to please him with all I have; because right here, this is the man that held the key for my gateway out of the ghetto.
When I went back home; I realized there was this young boy who is now the current star, the go getter; the me back in the day.
I told him; “I used to be you” say No! To this man; I got your back.
This young boy also believed; He is nothing and the youth centre coordinator is going to make him something and deliver him out of the gutter.
I told him “You are something, man. You’re something right here, right now without him” but deep down I knew it’s hard out there without youth centres, without people who makes us feel safe, protect us, apply for scholarships and all like the fathers we grow up without.
I knew I couldn’t be there for him, cause I had a life long ahead of me... and in reality this is the only way this boy can go out of the ghetto. I am who I am because of the guy who molested me.
I grew up in the Ghetto, this is my life.
"All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets." - : Cory Doctorow.
Our lives shouldn’t be a comparison of others, because our backgrounds and circumstances are a mere fiction stories of how different our purpose God created us to be. from the tip of our finger tips, the prints that tainted difference even to our twin brothers or twin sisters, is a fundamental illustration of how much we shouldn’t compare ourselves ."
You might never know what I went through to get to where I am right now, where some people look down at me. I am the product of my circumstances. My reaction are the best illustration of what made me who I am.
The story of a fictional character Derek Morgan of Criminal Minds; A profiler at the Behavioral Analyst Unit.
