He knew me. I was a passenger in his elevator frequently, as my best friend lived in the building that was just a few blocks away from mine on the upper west side of New York City.
That day, en route to my best friend’s apartment, he closed the elevator door and turned off the lights and attacked me.
I was 13. 13. 13.
Back then (late 70s) there were not the laws and victim advocacy laws that are in place now. So he spent one night in jail, and then…
Got his job back. Got his job back. Got his job back.
A child molester, a doorman at an apartment building filled with children, convicted of assaulting a 13 year old, and he goes back to his job as the elevator man.
I will never forget, and I am BRAVE because I told.
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