He was a small man, a proud member of the Tohono Oʼodham Nation. He’d worked as a jockey in his youth, and though he had a hard life on the streets, he was still in amazing physical condition. He had run 60 miles through the Arizona desert to Nogales to visit cousins.
He often worked as a truck stop lumper or hung around Home Depot hoping for day labor. A skilled roofer, he occasionally scored a job with a roofing company. The jobs never lasted long. With his record, truth always came to light.
He’d been in prison. Nobody wanted registered sex offenders on their payroll. His awful sins were posted online for all to see. Mostly he panhandled to survive. Full Essay
“Being a registered sex offender is a life sentence.”
You have that condescending deputy admitting it’s punishment, yet lawmakers contend “it’s intended to be a public safety tool, not punishment.”
Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.
They’re ALL in on it. The big lie of pathologilizing everyone with a sex conviction as dangerous. Twenty-five years of facilitating and profiting from this boondoggle.
I like this part, “A couple in Bethlehem once registered with officials long ago. Their child was born there. He took on the sins of others. Even those of registered sex offenders.”. This something that the Church needs to remember and practice.