heart of my own: i'm glad joe paterno is dead.
there’s no tactful way to say it.
NOTHING he ever did during his life could ever “make up for” or erase the fact that he covered up child rape. Nothing. Ever.
This really just is black and white. And perhaps it is spiteful and vengeful of me to be glad that he’s dead. Perhaps it’s not productive or healthy. I wish I could be more zen about it. I wish I could breathe deeply and wish him godspeed as a fellow child of the universe or some such shit.
But I can’t. As a survivor of rape & sexual abuse I just can’t. I can’t, can’t, can’t. And I’m glad he’s dead. The act of enabling child rape is, in my mind, just as evil as the act of child rape.
I wish I believed in hell, so that I could take some comfort in the notion of him suffering in eternity. But all I really have is the knowledge that the world is down one rape enabler/apologist. And I can’t be sorry for that. I can only be glad for it. And I regret the flaws of my character that play into me feeling that way, I really do.
I’m working on them, I really am.
But for now: fuck you, Joe Paterno.
Fuck all your supporters who are trying to silence those of us who cannot forget the reality of what you did.
But mostly fuck you. I hope your death was painful.
