Shadow Walker
The slow walk to accountability
Several months ago I wrote about how I was forced to clean up after a particularly brutal pedophile. EVERY SINGLE TIME we were called in to aid him, it was because he had abused the life of a child, teenager, or young woman to her death. He died soon thereafter. Don’t get me wrong, he was old and it was bound to happen sooner or later. But he died knowing that his abuse had finally reached the light of day in ways he never expected. He never thought he would have to face that kind of shame. His family was under investigation for doing the same. Sometimes, Karma has a way of slow walking tyrants to their graves.
The last time I saw him in person I told him to his face when I was just a young teen “You disgust me! I am not here for you! I am here to find out what happened to this young lady so that one day, her family gets relief from knowing what truly happened to her rather than a trumped-up story that describes her as a “junky who overdosed in a hotel”. No one deserves that! Least of all vulnerable kids who are forced into these circumstances by wealthy, powerful elite men. This one in particular was from a royal family of a foreign nation. He liked me, he abused me when I was VERY VERY VERY young. The only reason he wasn’t allowed to see me often is because my handler was intimidated by his power. He allowed me to talk like that to him because his filthiness overwhelmed his intelligence. Pedophiles grow strong attachments to their “firsts”. I certainly wasn’t his first child, not even his first Black child. I was the first to make him feel in a way that he had never felt before, and that mattered to him. After first meeting him I promised myself I would take him down one day. I have lived to see him not only dead and buried but shamed by his victims who were very vocal about their feelings of being exploited by him.
I have always had, and I will always have integrity, fortitude, and commitment. This hasn’t changed. I’m going to tell the truth regardless of who doesn’t like it. Why should I care about what you think, you don’t even care about my life!
I don’t need force, threats, coercion, violence, hacking, stalking, or bullying. All I need is the truth. UN Women
