Child Sex Abuse – Félicitation Emmanuel Macron

Child Sex Abuse

Was Emmanuel Macron exposed to child sex abuse? Modern laws say so.

Some might think I should congratulate Europe on his victory, but it seems that Mr. Macron is only holding up the decay of Europe. He will not be able to prevent it, unless we turn away from competition and begin to Love our Neighbours instead.

However, the story of Mr. Macron and his wife also sets the stage for a right to child sexuality campaign; against the current views on child sex abuse.

 child sex abuse

In Ancient Greece

young boys and adult men had sex with each other. They called these men their mentors. The Ancient Greeks saw this as a healthy way for boys to grow up. So nobody thought that was child sex abuse.

In India to this day the Gond, the Muria and Abujh Maria keep their children in ghotuls. There they engage in promiscuous sex. When a girl gets to child bearing age, she is married. Then she has to leave the ghotul and live with her husband. The husband, however, is allowed to return to the gothul for a visit, while the wife is not. So nobody thought that was child sex abuse.

Today this appears outrageous. However, Emmanuel Macron and his Drama Teacher Brigitte Trogneux had a relationship when they were sixteen and thirty nine years old. And what is more, they both were at the very respectable Jesuit college La Providence in Amiens. Today we think that was child sex abuse.

Today, Mrs. Trogneux would go to gaol. As a matter of fact there was a fifty one year old Maths and Religion teacher who had a sexual relationship with a fifteen year old Year 9 boy. She went to gaol for child sex abuse in 2013 in Australia. However, Mrs. Trogneux in the nineteen nineties went on teaching. Meanwhile Emmanuel Macron went on to be French President. Did the relationship have a negative effect on him?

Did the Australian boy suffer?

I am sure that the Australian boy will always have fond memories of his teacher. What would happen, should he go through a usual boring married life. Will he blame his teacher for his boredom? Will he claim that she had a bad influence on him making him unable to lead a normal life? I believe he always will have his fantasies about her. Even on his death bed, this student will still remember her fondly. He might be ashamed of it, since everybody tells him this was child sex abuse. You poor boy were abused. Are you alright? You couldn’t be.

We regard both cases as child sex abuse today.

I believe I was subject to child sex abuse as a young boy. Today, I do not remember the details. However, I remember when I was three my parents put me into child care. I had a crush on all my teachers. There was a pretty young one in her early twenties, I would guess. The boss was about my mother’s age, i.e. early fourties. Then there was an old one who reminded me of my grand – mother. The latter was in her seventies at the time. So I’m probably mistaken.

How much would I have liked to go on exploring under those skirts! Yet, I did not dare. Why not? What had adults done to me that I did not dare? I don’t know.

What I do know, however, is that in the sixties, there were other forms of child care in Germany. People called them children shacks (Kinderläden). They allowed children to play with themselves and with others. It must have been very similar to a gothul. Teachers encouraged children to explore what they and the other children have between their legs. Even the teachers were not off limits, neither were parents, the own or those of other children. Looking back I would have loved to go to child care in one of these.

How could the teachers not have been out of bounds? Would they not abuse children? No, the children’s desires were at the centre of activities, not the adult’s! But how could anybody control this? Very simply by publicity. Everybody knew what was going on. There was no secrecy.