Standing Near Children Now a Crime
Radley Balko | March 25, 2008, 5:28pm
New adventures in sex crime hysteria:
After an El Dorado Hills mom reported observing a strange man speaking with her two children at each of three children's-story events, deputies arrested the man at his Folsom home.
Victor Emmer, 49, was arrested March 13 on suspicion of loitering where children gather.
"It's an odd charge," said sheriff's Sgt. Jim Byers, noting the statute intends chiefly to protect school-grounds neighborhoods. "The family was at the Folsom Borders Books story-telling time, where he (spoke to one of the children), and for lack of a better term, he creeped the mom out. Then, a few days later at the
El Dorado Hills Library story time, she saw him again striking up conversation with her children. And then, he does it again. We felt it justified a criminal complaint, she signed it and he was arrested."
I can understand the police talking with the guy, or even asking him to stay away from the woman's kids. But arresting him? Since when is it a crime to talk to children? When the judge set his bail at $10,000, the police asked it be upped to $100,000. That request was granted. The guy isn't a sex offender, has no criminal record, and was under no order not to speak to children. Perhaps there's something else going on here, but it isn't apparent in the article.
Thanks to Justin Lewis for the tip.
Jim Bob | March 25, 2008, 7:02pm | #
Anecdote:
A couple years ago while living in Georgia, I was on the Silver Comet Trail doing my daily three-mile run when a little girl on a bike roared past me, hit a crack in the pavement, and launched herself off her bike. She had a hard, nasty landing- road-rash and bruises.
After landing, she sat up, looked around, blinked, and started to bawl. She was about 20 feet away from me.
My first thought was to see if she was okay- she'd come down pretty hard on her ribcage and, while I didn't hear anything snap, she was obviously in great pain.
My second thought was that, if this girl's minder(s) were to arrive as I was trying to ascertain if there had been any serious injuries sustained, my proximity to the girl could possibly be interpreted the wrong way. Why, you ask? Stories like Radley's post, that's why. Men are not supposed to interact with children that don't belong to them.
I was angry and ashamed at the second thought and made up my mind to help the girl, my maleness be damned.
At that moment, however, (what appeared to be) her grandparents came around the corner, paid no attention whatsoever to me, and went to help the girl. I resumed running.
Unrelated: I remember collecting the Bee for my grandmother when I was a little boy in California.