Wednesday - Whose little girl?
Sep. 5th, 2007 01:25 pmToday on my drive into work, I was thinking about the photos I saw on my home computer last night that are still haunting me today. Someone in my house visited a website that should not be visited when you have turned off your computer firewall and forgot to turn it back on, and "malware" found its way onto the machine. A scan of the hard drive found 94 infestations of malicious software, most of it categorized as "risk level HIGH." Worms, Trojan horses, rootkits, backdoors, and God only knows what else turned up to work their mischief. Some the programs redirect your browser, so that when you try to go to say the site for, say. the Disney Channel, you wind up on a porn site or a shopping site (it seemed kind of random which one you got). Others load pictures and files onto your machine without your knowledge or consent, so that when you open "New Folder (3)" to see what the heck this is on your desktop, you are exposed to photos of crimes in progress; chilling, sad, sick crimes committed against little girls.
It was a junk hard drive, one used for play and not work. It has been destroyed, physically, because we didn't trust that it could be cleaned. But the images have stayed in my mind, and I can't find a program in the internet or anywhere else to uninstall them. I keep wanting to ask these children, who looked to be between the ages of 8 and 12, so many questions.
Whose little girl are you?
Do you even know that what they are doing to you is wrong?
Are the people who are supposed to love and protect you the ones holding the camera, or maybe standing outside the frame telling you what to do and how to pose? Or were you stolen away by evil men while your parents only hope and pray in vain that you are not being used in the way that they are using you?
Do you know that no child deserves this?
Do you know that most people are not like the ones you are with? That most of us are horrified by the way they treat you? That the thought if it fills us with rage?
Whose little girl are you? I need to know. Because you could be any little girl I pass by on the street, and if you are I want to help you.
Were you ever loved, really loved, the way a child ought to be? Or is this exploitation the closest thing to affection that you have ever known?
Do you know that you should be in school?
Do you know you should be riding a bike and feeling the sunshine on your skin, rather than lying spread-eagle on a bed wearing nothing but the ribbons in your hair while someone takes your picture?
Do you know that when you go to bed at night, you have the right to feel safe and secure? Do you know that your body belongs to you alone, and that no one else should be touching it without your permission?
Whose little girl are you?
You have so many different faces. In some pictures, your face is Asian, in others you look distinctly Eastern European, and in others still you look as American as Apple pie to me. I confess, I didn't look at all them. After seeing a few of the images I felt sick at your situation, and could bear to see no more of it.
Who is that man in some of the photos? The coward who shows his genitals but not his face, because he knows what decent people would do to him if they knew who was? Are you his little girl? Does he tell you that you belong to him?
Because you don't.
In a way, you belong to all of us. You have stolen my heart, and now you are my little girl, if no one else will claim you. I want to help you, whoever and where ever you are.
If only I knew how.
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It was a junk hard drive, one used for play and not work. It has been destroyed, physically, because we didn't trust that it could be cleaned. But the images have stayed in my mind, and I can't find a program in the internet or anywhere else to uninstall them. I keep wanting to ask these children, who looked to be between the ages of 8 and 12, so many questions.
Whose little girl are you?
Do you even know that what they are doing to you is wrong?
Are the people who are supposed to love and protect you the ones holding the camera, or maybe standing outside the frame telling you what to do and how to pose? Or were you stolen away by evil men while your parents only hope and pray in vain that you are not being used in the way that they are using you?
Do you know that no child deserves this?
Do you know that most people are not like the ones you are with? That most of us are horrified by the way they treat you? That the thought if it fills us with rage?
Whose little girl are you? I need to know. Because you could be any little girl I pass by on the street, and if you are I want to help you.
Were you ever loved, really loved, the way a child ought to be? Or is this exploitation the closest thing to affection that you have ever known?
Do you know that you should be in school?
Do you know you should be riding a bike and feeling the sunshine on your skin, rather than lying spread-eagle on a bed wearing nothing but the ribbons in your hair while someone takes your picture?
Do you know that when you go to bed at night, you have the right to feel safe and secure? Do you know that your body belongs to you alone, and that no one else should be touching it without your permission?
Whose little girl are you?
You have so many different faces. In some pictures, your face is Asian, in others you look distinctly Eastern European, and in others still you look as American as Apple pie to me. I confess, I didn't look at all them. After seeing a few of the images I felt sick at your situation, and could bear to see no more of it.
Who is that man in some of the photos? The coward who shows his genitals but not his face, because he knows what decent people would do to him if they knew who was? Are you his little girl? Does he tell you that you belong to him?
Because you don't.
In a way, you belong to all of us. You have stolen my heart, and now you are my little girl, if no one else will claim you. I want to help you, whoever and where ever you are.
If only I knew how.
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Date: 2007-09-05 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 06:44 pm (UTC)Your first response when you find something like this is to get rid of it. It's like toxic waste. The hard drive was smashed to pieces and picked up with this morning's trash, so it's kind of hard to retrieve at this point. From what I've heard and read, the Feds and Interpol are probably well aware of the images and others like them. Its kind of like trying to be the first one to report an urban myth to Snopes.com; by the time they hear about it from you, it's already old news.
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Date: 2007-09-05 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 06:38 pm (UTC)I am still haunted too.
this stuff could make me run a perp over. and back up. and put it in drive and drag him behind....
yes. I know. I saw it years ago and I still cant forget
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Date: 2007-09-05 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 06:57 pm (UTC)You are an angel... :)
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Date: 2007-09-05 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 09:00 pm (UTC)i'm on duty, on guard. that's why writing on LJ is so good for me. Helps beat back the ghosts.
i am soo sorry you had to see that shit. and no i can't apologize for the expletive. that's what it is. you should be ok in a month they say because it didn't happen to you. you will remember, but it will lose it's initial impact.
bless you.
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Date: 2007-09-05 10:13 pm (UTC)The rage doesn't bother me; being helpless in the face of it does.
I know their faces and I know details about their bodies that only their doctors should know. What I don't know are their names and where they live. I don't know who is doing this to them so I could point them out to the police and say, "Arrest them! Lock them away and throw away the key!" In light of that, my rage is pretty impotent and useless.
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Date: 2007-09-06 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 02:49 pm (UTC)Also, it is hard for society to find the happy medium between the witch-hunt mentality (where every one is assumed guilty - think Little Rascals Day Care Center (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Rascals_Day_Care_Center) case in N.C.) and the not-my-problem mentality (where no one cares who is guilty so long as it doesn't affect them personally, as happened with the Kitty Genovese (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitty_Genovese) case).
The trick is for people to do right and reasonable thing, whether it means not making false accusations against the innocent, or taking action when you are pretty sure that something bad really is happening. The problem with the trick is that it really is tricky.
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Date: 2007-09-05 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 10:22 pm (UTC)Now, if only I knew what action to take, beyond ranting about it here...
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Date: 2007-09-05 10:46 pm (UTC)And like you said in another comment, it forces you to think about things that you'd rather not think about. And sometimes, that's a good thing. Never easy, but often good.
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Date: 2007-09-06 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 10:59 am (UTC)the other consensus was that it was wrong to wait for him to get caught if he's an admitted pedophile, fantasizing or not. wrong enough to warrant a hypothetical 'taking care of' if the opportunity ever arose. Besides a buncha guys saying how they'd gut him, I think a good point was made..its up to the parents to protect their kids and not let it happen in the first case. If the parents are the bad guys in the situation, well..that's just shitty luck. Reminds me of a paper I did in high school..it was on Ritualized Sexual Satanic Abuse and MPD Disorders. My stepmonster was a cop and gave me all the police files they had on it to use for case studies (this was the early 90s, right after the big scare about it). Saw some pretty horrid stuff, if only in typewritten police reports. MPD (multiple personality disorders) arose in the victims, because they would develop alter egos to deal with the abuse, and other personalities to deal with 'the real world'. bad stuff :( anyways..
Sometimes the concept of tribal/small village ways is missed..only in a society as large as our current one can someone like that walk around like that.
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Date: 2007-09-07 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 02:00 am (UTC)as another commenter above suggested, you should report it.
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Date: 2007-09-06 02:57 pm (UTC)It occurred to me to contact the Feds the next morning, but by that point the hard drive was already on it's way to the landfill. Now, anything I have to tell them is hearsay, and the evidence of any crime is long gone.
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Date: 2007-09-07 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 05:38 pm (UTC)