Brad Spangler: Statement by Thomas Knapp


Thomas Knapp

There’s a short message at the Center for a Stateless Society on this subject, and the Center will certainly elaborate on that message as the facts emerge. In this post, here at KN@PPSTER, I am not speaking for the Center in any way, shape, manner or form. I am the sole author of this post and am speaking on no one else’s behalf. Just so we’re clear.

So, the nutshell version: In a post on Facebook yesterday evening, my long-time friend and comrade Brad Spangler appeared to confess to having sexually molested a young relative a decade ago.

Further thoughts:

  • I say “appeared” because I do not and cannot know, at this point, whether or not Brad actually authored that post. I certainly hope that his Facebook account was hacked and that this is all just one really bad, really sick joke.
  • Since I’ve seen nothing since the post to corroborate its content — for example, a media report of his surrender to police, which was mentioned in the post as being Brad’s next step, or a response from anyone even claiming, let alone plausibly claiming, to have personal knowledge of the claims in the post — I’m going to hold on to that hope for the moment.
  • Naturally, my counsel/position of “wait and see, this may not be what it seems” as opposed to “throw the bastard under the bus, NOW!” elicited reactions from some quarters along the lines of “you rotten son of a bitch, I bet you’re a pedophile yourself and I am going to give your name to the police.” For the record, I have never molested a child, nor would I ever dream of defending such actions. I suspect the people making such threats are typical keyboard war heroes who are too lazy to actually research my name, location, etc. and make a phone call to file a false report, but if it happens, consider yourself forewarned that that is what is happening.
  • Insofar as the confession itself is concerned, if it is real and true, then yes, of course I condemn his actions. That’s wrong and evil. The victim necessarily enjoys first mortgage on my sympathy and assistance. Any sympathy I might muster up for the perpetrator, e.g. “mental illness” considerations or whatever, has to come in a distant second.

So, it’s coming up on four in the morning. I’ve been tussling with this subject all night, both in conversation with others and in solitary thought. To those who “think” I should just abandon a friend the instant I see some words on a screen, without further investigation and without waiting to ensure that I have the whole story (or as much as possible, anyway), well, that thing you’re doing isn’t “thinking.” It’s emoting. Which is fine in its own way, but don’t mistake the one for the other.

Read more at http://knappster.blogspot.com/#DdGtYkkLIZcRqF6L.99

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3 comments

  • Not knowing the person involved, nor having a Facebook account, my only comment is that I am not sure I want to live in a world where people make public confessions of such matters on Facebook. It seems we’ve reached the point where people march onto the church steps to confess as a matter of course. It seems like a long time since first wave internet users were lauding the anonymity of cyberspace.

    • This isn’t the future I wanted back in the 1980s. But it is more or less what I expected.

  • Obviously cyber-harassment. If he wanted to express contrition, make amends etc for real wrongdoing the WWW is hardly the place any sane person would chose to attempt that. It is most likely a set-up to use the currant hysteria to destroy this bloke. In the far off old days there were a slew of books on harassment–the Net has just created more possibilities.

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