I haven’t seen this video for a while.    I watched it today, and it moves me.

 

 

I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse.    We’re not some social club, not here to wear a patch and look cool.   We’re here to protect your kids.      There’s nothing more innocent or worthy of that in my eyes.     The cops can’t stay there, we can and will.     Try us.    We’re here to be a shield against further abuse.

I don’t apologize for it.

I’m a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. We ride to where the cops can’t stay, and where scared mothers worry about their kids. where terrified kids find some strength because we tell them we’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Maybe you know what I’m talking about, and maybe you don’t. Tomorrow is our 100 mile ride, where the BACA nation rides for awareness. To be honest, awareness is crap. If you see abuse, report it. There isn’t a child alive who deserves to live in fear. Tomorrow we ride for awareness, and you may or may not see us riding. Just know regardless, that there are some pretty tough sumbitches that will stand in the way if they try to hit or abuse your kid in any way. Let us be that shield. That’s why we really ride for “awareness”. Thats our message.

My bike is saddled, my bothers are sure.  We’ll ride for awareness, but we’d rather ride to protect you kid

Child abuse.   It’s nowhere near what you think.

I’m throwing my taw back into the frey.     With the good guys.

When I first got involved in B.A.C.A.  I thought it would be so clear;    a monster, vs an innocent kid, no matter what.

But it sure as  hell wasn’t what I thought.   Sometimes its a mom, or a family member… drunk and abandoning her kids so she can have a good time.    Sometimes its an  uncle, and we can’t keep him away and get them some therapy to know the uncle can’t do whatever he wants. Sometimes its a grandparent with custody, and doesn’t to help a child.    Sometimes it’s a custody case; where every clue is hidden because the mother has an agenda and is living with abuse herself.   .  Sometimes Its every mixture in between.   If you’re paying attention, a frightened kid and bruises don’t lie.

But to to the kid, its all Hell.    Kids are just trying to be kids.     We gotta find a way to help kids.    BACA finds a way to help, wherever they can.     Ever talked to kid who slept with their back against the door so they knew when the abuse was coming?     That they knew it was their life, and it was their survival?    I have.  It breaks your heart.

Most of it, is really up to you.   Call in when you see something bad happening.    Man, help us out.    I’m not going to tell you what is wrong or what is right, but don’t be apathetic.     We’re talking about a kid.

I spent a few years in, and found out what it was.    Then my life crashed, and at that point I couldn’t even support.     I had to take care of my family.   I had to save myself.   More shit happened that I’ll ever explain.   It doesn’t matter.

Yeah, well I did all that.   Now maybe, its back to supporting the innocent.    The only thing that’s truly innocent in the world.   It ain’t your romneys, or your obamas.    Its your…. it’s all kids.

I support Bikers Against Child Abuse.   I got no patch now, but even so…   Just gimme the chance to be that shield.    It’s all worth it for some abused, scared kid who’s one fifth my age.   My shit is together.   If you abuse a kid, your shit is not.   Chances are, you crave something that is so dirty and low that you deserve whatever happens.

To the perp:   Like I said, it doesn’t matter.

To the kid:   You’re what’s right with the world.    You don’t even know it, and that’s whats so beautiful about being a kid.   Man, go play.   Go play, knowing that That we’ve got the perimeter.     Our goal, is that the perimeter becomes your house.   Then the block, the city, then the world.      Kiddo, its all yours.    Just like everyone else.   If anyone restricts that, we’ll be there.     Go play.  Be a kid.      We’ll ride to another house, but noones going to stop protecting  yours.    Hopefully, when the ride is over you’ll know that for the rest of your life.   That’s when we’ve done our job.

 

 

Is, its damn hard to catch.

When I first got involved with BACA, I was pumped.   Good guys vs bad guys.   Bikers against Perps.   Save the kids, They know who we are and the kids move on.

Then I started going to court.  I started seeing lying parents, making up stories and custody battles to protect their own interests, not so much their kids.   I gotta say, any parent who uses their kid as a poker chip in a custody deck of cards?  thats Taliban shit.   Thats putting your WMD’s in a school, because you know NATO can’t bomb there.   Thats the biggest pussy of all.   You’re barely better than a perp to me.    The whole point of this mission is:  Let kids be kids.   Don’t put bullshit pressure on them while theyre trying to grow up and figure out who they are, and who they want to be.

But heres the biggest problem:   It’s damn hard to prove child abuse, and the perps know it.

They know if they leave visible bruises, teachers will see it.   they hit below the belt and shirt lines.

They know how to find weak parents, or struggling kids who need something.  the watch, they learn, they infiltrate.   They are the most worthless, cowardly fucks in the world.     They are the flotsam and jetsom of society.   They hide in shadows, and take advantage.     They also know what they are doing, and how to do it.    The bold ones tell little johnny or suzy that they will kill them if they nark.   This shit gets buried deep, and its all on the backs of children.    They strip cogs in these kids brains, and sooner or later it changes them.   Some, end up thinking its actually normal.      The cycle continues.     Consider the average perp gets over 100 kids, and you’ll see this is nothing short of an epidemic, and getting worse.

So the ones we get, are the obvious cases.

Then they go to court.   YOu have to understand, that you need evidence to prosecute.    You need witnesses at least.   You need something.   When I was a  young kid, my father’s lawyer told him something that I over heard and its always stuck with me:   The law isnt about justice, its about order.     There can never be justice for what happens to these kids.   All you can do, is round em up, and put em in prison or put them in the chair.  Even putting a bullet in their head, It doesn’t level the field for a kid who’s had years of secret abuse.     It just doesn’t.   Its damage control.     We’ve all got scars, but these kids bear em way too early, when they’re not ready or capable of handling it.    Our job, is to help them overcome it.   Protecting them helps that.

Back to court, and evidence….    How do you prove it?    On the word of a 5 year old little girl?  of a 10 year old boy?    You need a witness, or evidence.     I’m not going to go into evidence, because I barely know shit about it and don’t want to think too much about it, but a doctor can tell when a child has been raped.      You get the drift.   Whats it take to get to that point?    It takes a mother who is willing to throw a marriage away, has the financial or family resources to move to somewhere else, and the courage to put up with the threats from the perp who will do anything to stay out of prison.     So many women have been conditioned to do just the opposite from years of their own abuse, and sometimes selfishness.   Face it, life is tough.   it goes back to the fact that some people are willing to sell out their own kin to find some ease in life, or save their life.    Man, this is a tough gig.

Filter it all down, and the ones we get are truly special.  Timing, the family, the situation are all right.   Sometimes they’re not.

My chapter had 2 cases of sexual abuse of a child today, and the judge sentenced the pricks to 3 years of probation, and 90 days in jail on weekends so the abuser could keep his job.    his boss even came out and plead his case.

I don’t mean to get you discouraged.   Man, you CAN’T GET DISCOURAGED.    It means you have to be wise, and swing harder at this problem we have, because we’re the only guys who can fix it.   We need  to write more letters, raise more awareness, Ride to more kids,  not ignore any sort of abuse, and be stronger than the perps are sneaky and the courts have sympathy or lack of evidence.

Wear your patch, and shout this shit from the rooftops.    You’ve earned it.   A BACA member doesnt get that patch easily.   In my state, its a 2 year commitment at least, and a FBI background check saying you’ve never abused kids or women.   It’s also a unanimous vote by a board who has been watching you and your family for 2 years to feel good that you’re BACA material.

It means we need to do more.   Goddammit, the innocent are depending on us.  the only real innocence in the world:  our kids.

Also know this:  My whole life is worth one or two kids we save and empower.       Most of us have helped way more than that.

If you’re a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse, you know what the 100 mile ride is. Each year, we get pledges, however we can, and ride at least 100 miles for child abuse awareness.

Last year, My president and friend Shots volunteered us to do it this year. we’re in the southernmost part of the state, and it made sense. We’ve prepped all year for it.

So friday, my brothers and sisters started riding down. From Moab, from Ogden, from Salt lake, From Tooele and every where else. Someone from at least 10 chapters showed up. We drank whiskey, beer and tequila in my garage, and the next morning we headed out to do our 100 mile ride. At least 100 patches. At least 170 bikes total.

I don’t know shit from shinola.   I’ve made a conscious decision my whole life to be loyal to my wife and family, learn as much as I can, and become more than I am.     Life is deep to me, and its deep to alot of people.

All I know, is that seeing 200 or men and women, with background checks and a commitment ride through my town was moving to me.   We’re an army.   BACA is the answer to the plague of child abuse.   My mission in that area is clear.

Wife took this one as well, she’d found the tour pak vodka at that point:


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Flew out to St Louis a couple of weeks ago for the B.A.C.A. international conference.   I had a killer time, and learned a lot.   Wished I’d had been able to go last year, I’d have been so much further ahead.

Made and met some great people, buried a hatchet or two, and had a great time.

man, I’m not ready for winter.  it was 20 degrees this morning when I woke up.   I’m having visions of riding, but I’m not doing long trips in this crap.   I hate winters.   I need to move to Phoenix.

Lots has happened here in our chapter the last few months.   I got nominated and elected for VP of our B.A.C.A. Chapter here, and I’m excited for the next 2 years.   I trust my president.  He always seems to make the best decisions and will err on the side of the kids.   He’s ambitious, and doesnt have a huge ego.  the next 2 years might be epic.   I keep thinking I need to enjoy them, roll up my sleeves and get to work, because they may be my best 2 years in BACA.

In fact, my whole chapter is awesome.   from the supporters to the long timers, we have strength here.   Everyone pitches in.   Everyone is about these kids.   Everyone is together.   I’m no fool, I know thats a rare thing in ANY organization.     We have the ability to do whatever we need to do.    You can’t run faster than you have strength, and our chapter is strong.

Phoenix will have to wait.  I love everything…. EVERYTHING about Arizona, but there’s work here to do now.

We’re having our christmas party this saturday for our BACA kids.    These kids need us.

I’m not a joiner. I didn’t join the band club, I didn’t run for class president, and I am not a member of the Elks. I’m not in to just joining a cause because it’s a place to meet people and be social. To be honest, I hardly care. In fact, I don’t care. I’ve been lucky enough to meet a girl with my same dreams, and I’ve got three beautiful and daughters that are in my charge whom I love. Everything beyond that is a bonus.

I also love riding motorcycles. Ever since I first tasted riding 20 years ago, I knew it was part of my soul. A perfect day to me is riding a thousand miles exhausted to a place I’ve never been to on a friday, and spending the next two days riding home. Riding is the closest thing to beauty and maybe even sanity that I’ve ever known. On the road, the answers to life come rushing in when you’re on two wheels with the wind in your face. I could spend the rest of my life experiencing that and trying to describe it, and probably never ever pin that down. I hope to spend the rest of my life trying.

I also have come to realize that Innocence is a rare thing. You’re not and I’m not. We all have things we may be ashamed of, guilty of, and could be wrong of. There’s two sides to every single story. Every divorce, every disagreement, every misunderstanding & argument, every business deal. We all make mistakes that weigh on us, and we try and improve and become better people. Sometimes we do, and some times we don’t. Thats just life. It is what it is.

Except kids. Like George Burns said in the movie “Oh God!” : “kids have enough to do just being themselves”. Kids are the only thing that is innocent in this world. They trust us, they need us. It’s innate in them. They just expect us, as adults to keep them safe. I love their resiliency and optimism. We need more of that in the world. Kids are the only thing that are pure and innocent. They also can’t escape us if we violate that trust.

But there are some worthless fucks in this world who don’t care about that. They’re one in a thousand, but they’re out there. They are for themselves to an extreme. There are some who could give a shit about the beauty of who we all once were, and who we should all aspire to be. These are the self indulgent cowards in the night who would rob that innocence. These men and women are my enemy. These children are my hero’s.

The BACA creed says it all for me. I’ll do WHATEVER it takes to keep these kids safe. No child Deserves to live in fear. If I’m the only obstacle, I’ll be that obstacle. The men and women I serve gladly with are my brothers. This is not the glee club, the Lions, or the welcome wagon. We are not here to brighten your day, not be rough around the edges or sell you things. We are here to protect your children. We swear, we ride like madmen and we are not what society would call “refined” or civilized, but we will do our job. We’ll make abused kids laugh, smile and at the end of the day, they’ll feel safe because they’ll believe when we tell them we’ll keep them safe. Only then will we sleep.

Riding a motorcycle may kill me one day. I am prepared for that, and I’m 100% fine with that. I love riding, and a life without riding isn’t living to me. I take the same approach with BACA and protecting these kids. I’d die in the line of duty with my kids, and with yours. Nothing in my life will ever compare to the work I do with B.A.C.A. I’m not in it to act like a bad ass, be in a club or wear colors. It takes my time, breaks my heart, and costs me money. But I can’t ignore it. It needs to be done and I can’t be neutral now. Only cowards are neutral to child abuse.

This is my patch:  I have earned it.   I will keep earning it.   Whatever it takes.

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I am a proud member of bikers against child abuse. This is my fire.

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Season Finale tonight. Fridge is full of beer, and my bro’s from my chapter are en route. Love the show, and love the guys I ride with. I’ve been involved with my failr share of social groups and had more than a few good friends in my life, but nothing like B.A.C.A., and especially my chapter.

Man, I’m thrashed. Finished our rally last night, and Ill post more on it tomorrow. Really, a perfect weekend. Hung out with my brother some, and our event went pretty damn smooth I thought, so I did my job. Everyone pitched in and did what they had to do. Man, I love my chapter. I love B.A.C.A. these guys are good people.