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When I was a kid, my Dad told me many stories about growing up in rural Newfoundland. One story stuck out in particular. There was a schoolteacher or a pastor, I can't recall which, who was sexually abusing children. Dad was one of the kids attacked by this guy. The grownups didn't believe the kids because he was an upstanding community member. So the kids decided to take matters into their own hands.
Bonfire Night, or Guy Fawkes Night, was a big holiday in 1950s Newfoundland. The kids timed their vengeance for this night. They waited for the pedophile to go to the outhouse, and once he was there, they quickly bound the door shut with rope and proceeded to build a great bonfire around the privy. They got a fire going, but the man's screams drew the attention of other grownups and he was freed.
He packed up and left the town. I have no idea if he ever molested another kid again, but he never bothered these ones again.
Bonfire Night, or Guy Fawkes Night, was a big holiday in 1950s Newfoundland. The kids timed their vengeance for this night. They waited for the pedophile to go to the outhouse, and once he was there, they quickly bound the door shut with rope and proceeded to build a great bonfire around the privy. They got a fire going, but the man's screams drew the attention of other grownups and he was freed.
He packed up and left the town. I have no idea if he ever molested another kid again, but he never bothered these ones again.
