The Penn State Rape Timeline: Who Didn’t Do What When

Maureen Dowd lays out the timeline:

Paterno was told about [the rape] the day after it happened by Mike McQueary, a graduate assistant coach who testified that he went into the locker room one Friday night and heard rhythmic slapping noises. He looked into the showers and saw a naked boy about 10 years old “with his hands up against the wall, being subjected to anal intercourse by a naked Sandusky,” according to the grand jury report.

It would appear to be the rare case of a pedophile caught in the act, and you’d think a graduate student would know enough to stop the rape and call the police. But McQueary, who was 28 years old at the time, was a serf in the powerfully paternal Paternoland. According to the report, he called his dad, went home and then the next day went to the coach’s house to tell him.

“I don’t even have words to talk about the betrayal that I feel,” the mother of one of Sandusky’s alleged victims told The Harrisburg Patriot-News, adding about McQueary: “He ran and called his daddy?”

Paterno, who has cast himself for 46 years as a moral compass teaching his “kids” values, testified that he did not call the police at the time either. The family man who had faced difficult moments at Brown University as a poor Italian with a Brooklyn accent must have decided that his reputation was more important than justice.

The iconic coach waited another day, according to the report, and summoned Tim Curley, the Penn State athletic director who had been a quarterback for Paterno in the ’70s.

Curley did not call the university police, who had investigated an episode in 1998 in which Sandusky admitted he was wrong to shower with an 11-year-old boy and promised not to do it again. (Two years later, according to the grand jury report, a janitor saw Sandusky performing oral sex on a boy in the showers and told his supervisor, who did not report it.)

Curley waited another week and a half to see McQueary, who told the grand jury that he repeated his sodomy story for Curley and Gary Schultz, a university vice president who oversaw campus police.

Two more weeks passed before Curley contacted McQueary to let him know that Sandusky’s keys to the locker room had been taken away and the incident had been reported to The Second Mile, the charity Sandusky started in 1977.

Prosecutors suggest that the former coach, whose memoir is ironically titled “Touched,” founded the charity as a way to ensnare boys. They have charged Sandusky, now 67, with sexually assaulting eight boys he met there.

Despite knowing of the two similar rapes, The Second Mile did not do anything to keep Sandusky away from vulnerable children until 2008.

Curley said he told Sandusky he could no longer bring children onto the Penn State campus. In other words, Jer, if you want to violate kids who live in cow town where everything revolves around the idolatry of Penn State and Paterno, kindly take them off campus. The predator was still welcome on his own, though; he was spotted at the football team’s weight room working out last week.

Curley told the university president, Graham Spanier, about the matter, and it got buried. Paterno, Curley and Schultz disingenuously claim they were left with the impression that the contact might have been mere “horsing around,” as Curley put it. That’s grotesque.

Like the Roman Catholic Church, Penn State is an arrogant institution hiding behind its mystique. And sports, as my former fellow sports columnist at The Washington Star, David Israel, says, is “an insular world that protects its own, and operates outside of societal norms as long as victories and cash continue to flow bountifully.” Penn State rakes in $70 million a year from its football program.

Paterno was still practicing for the game against Nebraska on Saturday, and supportive students were rallying at his house. This is what Israel calls “the delusion that the ability to win football games indicates anything at all about your character or intelligence other than that you can win football games.”

via Personal Foul at Penn State –

Protect the Children (and mean it) – video

I’m still incredulous at the initial Penn State reaction to The Penn State Scandal, and continue to hear religious fundamentalists say it’s all about that “gay” Jerry Sandusky. Actually, the scandal is really about the cover up. Instead of protecting the kids, Joe Paterno and the administration of Penn State covered up Jerry Sandusky and so allowed him to continue abusing.

But as far as the stupidity of calling Sandusky gay: morons, your bus is leaving. Sandusky was a married man, with his own kids.

Rob Tisinai sums it up after having his name used by one of the haters:

via Protect the Children (and mean it) – YouTube.

Abusers Not-Anonymous: Jerry Sandusky’s (And his lawyer’s) Cries For Help

Jerry Sandusky and his lawyer, Joseph Amendola

By now you’ve seen the interview with Bob Costas and Joseph Amendola. (If you haven’t, it’s right here.)

Let me say right up front that the help these men should get would be something on the order of, say, keeping them alive while they are systematically burned to within an inch of death. I am anti-death penalty, and this is clearly a case where death is too good for the criminal.

And I use that term – criminal – advisedly. Jerry Sandusky has already admitted to naked showering and “horseplay” with children. I’m making the argument that he is proving to the world that he is guilty of the atrocities of which he is accused. Sandusky doesn’t use the exact words, of course, but his behavior is strong evidence he is exactly the kind of victimizer who is so delusional they don’t know what their lies sound like: his lies and the way they are told are practically textbook. He – perhaps only subconsciously – wants you to know he’s guilty.

Given the grand jury testimony already published, Amendola would have to be the worst lawyer in the world to put his client on the phone with Bob Costas. Any legal counselor in their right mind would, had they been stupid enough to start the interview, have cut Sandusky off immediately. Unless, of course, he’s just as delusional as his client. He’s not the world’s worst lawyer, maybe just the worst for Jerry Sandusky.

It turns out the attorney representing the accused child molester has an interesting back story himself: He got a teen-age client pregnant during the mid-1990s. From the NY Daily News:

Amendola, 63, married the girl several years after the birth of their child, The Daily reported Monday night, citing documents filed at the Centre County, Pa., courthouse.

Amendola represented a 16-year-old girl then known as Mary Iavasile when she filed an emancipation petition in September 1996. The emancipation petition said the girl had graduated from high school in two years with a 3.69 GPA and held a fulltime job at Amendola’s law office.

The girl gave birth to Amendola’s child when she was 17 years old, her mother, Janet Iavasile, said. Amendola would have been about 49 years old at the time. The age of consent in Pennsylvania is 16.

Janet Iavasile said she didn’t know the extent of the relationship between her daughter and the attorney. She thought he was more of a mentor than a paramour.

Sound familiar?

The Boston Herald put it this way:

So unusual was Sandusky’s interview with Costas that both lawyers speculated Amendola must have had some unknown reason to allow it. Perhaps, they said, Sandusky insisted on talking.

Addressing the matter on NBC’s “Today” show on Tuesday, Amendola said: “I explained to Jerry that this was an opportunity for him to tell people how he felt and what is happening in his life, and the fact that he’s not guilty of these offenses. In fact, Jerry has wanted to talk about this for a long, long time.”

Uh-huh. And you let him because? My guess is, because Joseph Amendola is one of the club. He’s from State College; what do you want to bet that he and Jerry Sandusky go way back? It’s no longer a conspiracy theory, there already has been a cover-up. What else could so quickly have brought down all the top officials from Penn State – and much more has been alleged.

Bob Costas’s reaction to the interview was guarded, but he clearly didn’t understand why either one of them would have done it. Costas should be proud of the job he did; these days it’s rare to hear any newsperson – especially a sports newsperson – ask a tough question. And he asked them all. The last one was perhaps the most telling:

Bob Costas:  “Are you sexually attracted to young boys, to underage boys?”

Jerry Sandusky:  Am I sexually attracted to underage boys?”

Costas:  “Yes,”

Sandusky:   Sexually attracted, you know, I — I enjoy young people,” Sandusky says. “I — I love to be around them. I — I — but no I’m not sexually attracted to young boys.”

The college-sports website Bleacher Report summed it up this way:

What the hell was going through Sandusky’s brain when he decided to answer that question in that manner on national television?

Overall, what I learned from this interview is that Sandusky is hell bent on self-destruction after destroying so many innocent lives over the years.

And his lawyer is at least complicit in that.

Reality Will Do That: A Man Loses His Faith Over The Penn State Tragedy

Thomas L. Day has a few things to say about where he grew up, where he went to college, and where he got help: the Second Mile foundation. He was not abused (though he knows he could have been) but part of him has been damaged just the same.

His story begins as a stinging rebuke of the generation that brought us this latest scandal – and the decline we’re in – and ends as a call to arms for the next generations to make a difference. In between, a man loses faith in all the things people from his part of the country hold holy. I’m not sure if the wool being pulled off is a good thing – from a christian perspective I would think it would be another tragedy, but I have my own hope for another enlightened person fighting the good fight. The leader  Thomas Day is looking for may be him.

It’s a must read:

I’m 31, an Iraq war veteran, a Penn State graduate, a Catholic, a native of State College, acquaintance of Jerry Sandusky’s, and a product of his Second Mile foundation.

And I have fully lost faith in the leadership of my parents’ generation.

I speak not specifically of our parents — I have two loving ones — but of the public leaders our parents’ generation has produced. With the demise of my own community’s two most revered leaders, Sandusky and Joe Paterno, I have decided to continue to respect my elders, but to politely tell them, “Out of my way.”

They have had their time to lead. Time’s up. I’m tired of waiting for them to live up to obligations.

Think of the world our parents’ generation inherited. They inherited a country of boundless economic prosperity and the highest admiration overseas, produced by the hands of their mothers and fathers. They were safe. For most, they were endowed opportunities to succeed, to prosper, and build on their parents’ work.

For those of us in our 20s and early 30s, this is not the world we are inheriting.

We looked to Washington to lead us after September 11th. I remember telling my college roommates, in a spate of emotion, that I was thinking of enlisting in the military in the days after the attacks. I expected legions of us — at the orders of our leader — to do the same. But nobody asked us. Instead we were told to go shopping.

The times following September 11th called for leadership, not reckless, gluttonous tax cuts. But our leaders then, as now, seemed more concerned with flattery. Then -House Majority Leader and now-convicted felon Tom Delay told us, “nothing is more important in the face of a war than cutting taxes.” Not exactly Churchillian stuff.

Those of us who did enlist were ordered into Iraq on the promise of being “greeted as liberators,” in the words of our then-vice president. Several thousand of us are dead from that false promise.

We looked for leadership from our churches, and were told to fight not poverty or injustice, but gay marriage. In the Catholic Church, we were told to blame the media, not the abusive priests, not the bishops, not the Vatican, for making us feel that our church has failed us in its sex abuse scandal and cover-up.

Our parents’ generation has balked at the tough decisions required to preserve our country’s sacred entitlements, leaving us to clean up the mess. They let the infrastructure built with their fathers’ hands crumble like a stale cookie. They downgraded our nation’s credit rating. They seem content to hand us a debt exceeding the size of our entire economy, rather than brave a fight against the fortunate and entrenched interests on K Street and Wall Street.

Now we are asking for jobs and are being told we aren’t good enough, to the tune of 3.3 million unemployed workers between the ages of 25 and 34.

This failure of a generation is as true in the halls of Congress as it is at Penn State.

Read the rest at: Penn State, my final loss of faith – Guest Voices – The Washington Post.


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