my slippery soapbox
Why am I the last to know everything? I found this out by going to the website of the local news channel:
There's concern as East Meadow parents send their children to school Monday, after parents found out that a child predator may be in the area.
Officials have warned parents that a Spanish speaking man tried to lure a fifth grade girl into his car a week ago. Police say the girl ran away from the car that has been described as gray with black striping.
Parents in the district say they are upset after finding out school officials knew about this man four days before they were notified.
Police say they have increased patrols in the area.
A child predator may be in the area. And he may not be. So I'm not going to get all spastic about this and start locking my children in the house and giving them pepper spray to carry around.
I didn't get a notice home about this. Usually, we get a nice little letter when something like this happens, saying that the school and the police have the situation under control but, in the words of the Overlord of Homeland Security, stay vigilant.
It's my job as a parent to be vigilant. I don't need a strange man in a car or a copy of a mass mailing to tell me to keep my kids safe and teach them how to look out for themselves.
So, if the parents found out about this today, today being Tuesday, that means school officials knew about it on Friday. Obviously, it happened too late to send a note home Friday. Saturday and Sunday, well, I'm sure the school secretary isn't going to come in on her day off to type up a notice that yes, a nasty man was out and about in his car yesterday and he's probably gone by now but, you know, just keep an eye out for Spanish speaking men in black cars. Monday was a school holiday. Meaning, the only day that parent could have been notified was today.
I hate when parents get all indignant and crazed about the wrong things. There's a million things to complain to this school district about, but something that was completely out of their control is not one of them.
Some people just like to play the part of the pissed-off person.
And not for nothing, and maybe I'm engaging in a bit of blame-the-victim's-parents, but perhaps some of these parents should be more concerned that their daughters look and dress like they are twenty year old whores instead of fifth grade girls. Maybe older guys wouldn't be leering at the girls all the time if the girls actually looked their age.
That's my soapbox and I'm stepping down off of it before I get hurt.