Wicked Men

I have never talked about this to anyone, but my husband. I don’t really want to talk about it now. It’s taken me hours to force myself to write about what I’m about to tell you, but I think it’s important during this whole transgender magical bathroom discussion.

When I was a little girl, we lived in California. My mom would drop us off at the babysitter’s house and then we would walk to the school with the babysitter’s daughter, three little girls walking a few blocks to school. It wasn’t very far, and we would meet the crossing guard who happily walked us across the street with their big “STOP” sign they held to keep the cars away.

One day we were halfway to school, when we walked just passed this white car, whose door was open. As we passed, we looked over to see who was in the car. Shocked would be an understatement at what we saw. A man was laying down across the front seat of his car. His legs were hanging out the passenger side of the door. His pants were pulled halfway down, completely exposing himself. He had a newspaper over his face, while his other hand played with himself. It was one of those moments, you remember vividly. You can’t erase it. It’s burned into my brain. I remember the red colored interior of the car and the biological details of the man, which I shall not gross you out with. We freaked. We ran to the crossing guard. And then we ran all the way to school. I don’t remember anything after that. He didn’t touch us. But the event was so wicked it left me feeling dirty and violated.

When a kid experiences trauma like that, we tend to bury it deep in our subconscious. Somehow, one of us told our parents. My parents called the police.

When the police came over, they talked to my sister and I. As the police talked to us, I remember the feeling that I was in trouble. I was extremely embarrassed answering the policeman’s questions about what we had seen. I didn’t want to talk about it. I couldn’t shake the idea that I was in trouble and didn’t want to relive what I had seen that day. The police told us to get the license plate number if it happens again and to go to the crossing guard and tell them.

The next day it did happen. As we turned the corner to walk up the street again, there was the white car. There was the door open. We knew what was on the other side of the door. As we walked closer and closer we came up with a plan. One person would memorize the first numbers of the license plate and then the other person would memorize the second. We wouldn’t look in the car as we passed it. But we would look back at the license plate, trying to be subtle. Again, memory has a unique way of burying traumatic events. I think we may have told the crossing guard. All I really remember, was that was the last time we ever saw that car and it’s wicked occupant.

Children are not meant to see naked adults of the opposite sex. What that man was trying to do, was wicked and twisted. Transgender people are extremely confused and not well. Transgender people are not healthy at all. When we open the door of our bathrooms to transgender people, we are opening the door for children to be exposed to something they aren’t supposed to see. Transgender people are mentally ill and can’t make proper decisions for your children. They are only out to appease themselves in their twisted view of themselves. They don’t see others. They just see their own wants, at the dismissal of others.

When you invite all people to use any bathroom of their choosing, you have just sent out an engraved invitation to wicked men like the one I just talked about to come into our bathrooms and inflict sexual abuse on our young girls and women. Don’t think that they won’t. Those sexual predators ARE out there.

Target has made a stand saying they’re being inclusive to all people while excluding more than 1.2 million customers who say they don’t want this. Target is not the number one store, Walmart is. A few years ago, Target decided not to say “Merry Christmas.” Then, two and half years ago, Target suffered a huge breach in their customer security. People dropped them like a hot potato. This is bigger than saying “Merry Christmas.” I’m very curious as to what will happen to Target next. These things don’t slip past God’s nose unaware. God is fully aware of what type of business Target is. God knows how the many customers feel, who have signed the boycott. The Titanic comes to mind. They were so proud of their ship they announced that, “Not even God can sink it.” And then it sunk, because several bolts on it’s exterior got shaved off. Hmmm. Target, just warning you. You make a stand against people and mostly Christian people, God notices.