Chickens, hawks and sly old foxes

By Barbara Simpson

A long time ago, I learned something about creatures called “birds” that were nothing like what I’d learned in science class. These birds had no feathers and didn’t fly.

A friend of a friend had written a book called “Chicken Hawk.” I read it. Let me tell you – it had nothing to do with birds. It was a look into the dark world of young boys and the men who prey on them. Those men have one goal in mind – sex, in every way, shape and form. It still goes on.

These men aren’t interested in women or in a “relationship” of equals who understand and fully consent. They want boys, the younger the better, and they want homosexual sex with them.

Finding these kids is the “hunt,” and it is just that: A hunt. The “chicken hawks” are the hunters. Their prey, young boys, are the chickens – trusting, innocent, easily exploited and ripe in their innocence.

It doesn’t take long to entrap them in a web of dependence and authority. They become, in a bizarre way, slaves to a grown man for sex to feed his need for ego, dominance and power.

The “chicken hawks” are older men, sometimes a lot older. They’re jaded in their quest for pleasure and whatever else they want from their “chicken hunts.”

Generally they want variety, so they experiment with more and more bizarre sex with younger boys. When it gets too boring or routine, or perhaps if the kid wises up to how he’s being “used” and starts making demands or asking questions, the kid is history and the hawk hunts for new prey.

This has nothing to do with consenting adults – which is the mantra of homosexual advocates and it certainly isn’t a situation in which “no one was hurt.”

Children are hurt and more than physically. Most of these “chickens” are runaways. Rebelling against home and family, these kids come to the city to hang. Needing a place to crash and some money, they’re an easy target for an older man who promises attention, caring, comfort, gifts, food, a place to stay and, yes, an adventure in a world that would horrify Mommy and Daddy. It’s fun, for a while.

Unfortunately, what’s being revealed about the activities of too many priests in the Roman Catholic Church, reminds me of the “chicken hawks.” You have older men preying on pre-adolescent or teen-age boys. They use them for sexual pleasure but also, apparently, relishing the danger. There’s almost a taunting “catch me if you can” mentality about it.

One tragedy of these Church scandals is that the children caught in this web of homosexual activities are not runaways. They are children of parishioners who trusted their priest, who was, in many cases, regarded as a trusted friend – almost a loving family member.

These kids were duped into evil and because of who did it to them, were burdened by enormous guilt. Those “chicken hawks” in clerical collars took advantage of that to buy their silence and, it appears, the silence of their own superiors.

It seems that the routine was to pay off the victims to shut them up, move the “hawks” to fresh territory and young, new “chickens” and generally, CYA.

Such a deal! What a crime.

Make no mistake. What happened is a crime and justice demands to be served. What was done to these kids and their families was an attack on their humanity and a betrayal of the first order because of the cover of religion.

The men who perpetrated this abuse should burn in hell, but that’s not our job. That comes later. Our responsibility is to prosecute. Find the men, prove them guilty and jail them. And by the way, that also applies to the hierarchy which in too many cases aided and abetted this criminal, homosexual abuse of children.

This isn’t pedophilia – the abuse of young children – nor is it “sexual abuse” because very few girls are victims. Most of these cases involve prepubescent boys and teen-agers. No matter how you cut it, we’re talking homosexual abuse.

The media are avoiding those words but you can’t ignore it. The cascade of accusations and evidence is overwhelming. Religion mustn’t protect crimes.

For too long, the “fox” (the hierarchy) has been guarding the “hen houses” (the parishes), protecting the “hawks” (the criminal priests).

Any farmer worth his salt, knows that’s a prescription for disaster. And that’s exactly what’s hit the Church. God help us.

Barbara Simpson

Barbara Simpson, "The Babe in the Bunker," as she's known to her radio talk-show audience, has a 20-year radio, TV and newspaper career in the Bay Area and Los Angeles. Read more of Barbara Simpson's articles here.