I know we’re in the thick of winter at the
moment, but some of us have already started looking forward to spring. Summer
solstice falls on 25 April. It is the day when the sun turns and the days get
longer. In certain quarters it is also
known as “Alice Day”.
“Alice Day”, 25 April, is the day which
paedophiles have dedicated to an annual celebration of their desire to molest
little girls. Many wear a pink bow or special jewellery on that day, or light
pink candles to put on their window sills, as well as making a special effort
celebrate by abusing a little girl. But fear not if your liking is for little
boys. There is also “International Boy Love Day” on the day of the winter
solstice, 22 December. Similar rituals rituals apply, only this time with blue bows, blue
candles and little boys as paraphenalia. In this way, paedophiles show eachother, and
the world, that they are proud, defiant and unafraid.
And they have good reason to be, because
paedophiles have friends in high places. They ARE in high places. You know
those ridiculously short sentences handed to child sexual abusers? The fact
that only around 10% (NCPCC figures 2010/11) of reported cases end up in a
conviction? The suble and not so suble talk of lowering the age of concent to
14 years old? The change in the sentencing guidelines, looming this year, sold
as a tightening of the laws on CSA, but which will in fact make sexual abuse of
13 year olds more likely to result only in a community sentence? “Less serious”
cases of pornography involving children which will now only carry a community
sentence? I could go on. We could be looking at an extremely long series of
related coincidences. More likely, it’s the result of a long term, carefully
planned and very successful infiltration of paedophiles into positions of power.
The name “Alice Day”, previously know as
“Paedophile Pride Day” , was inspired by the book “Alice in Wonderland” by
Lewis Carrol. The “Alice” figure was again inspired by a little girl called
Alice Liddell who was, according to our friends at the Guardian, Carrol’s “muse
and great passion”. I mention the Guardian, because it was during a search for
information about “Alice Day” that I stumbled across this article.
It’s a few years old, but in light of
recent paedophile appologist behaviour by Guardian journalist Jon Henley,
I though the older article deserved to be
dusted off. Highlight the fine tradition and “dog with a bone” dedication of
the Guardian to the cause, so to speak;
Just good friends?
Was there something sinister about Lewis
Carroll's fixation with seven-year-old Alice Liddell? Not necessarily, says
Katie Roiphe
The Guardian, Monday 29 October 2001
It is true that the Reverend Charles
Lutwidge Dodgson, otherwise known as Lewis Carroll, author of the inimitable
classics Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass, liked little
girls. Or, as he once wrote: "I am fond of children (except boys)."
He took exquisite, melancholy photographs of little girls. He befriended little
girls on trains, and beaches, and in the houses of friends. And one particular
little girl, Alice Liddell, came to be his muse and great passion.
Unfortunately for Dodgson, the 21st century does not look kindly on a single man who is beguiled by seven-year-olds. Feminist critics have darkly suggested that Dodgson was a paedophile. They have condemned the beautiful photographs he took and objected to his objectification of the immature female body, and read all sorts of rapacious nonsense into the Alice books. At the other extreme, many of Dodgson's defenders have protested too much. They have attempted to argue that he was utterly without feelings for little girls. One of his early biographers wrote, "There is no evidence that he felt or inspired any pangs of tender passion", when of course there was an abundance of evidence that he did. His defenders tend to portray him as a shy, stuttering bachelor with a fondness for children that may as well have been a fondness for stamps or porcelain puppies.
Is it possible that neither view of him is
correct - that he was neither the child molester nor the pure, white-haired
reverend? It is possible that our crude categories, our black and white views
of romantic feeling, cannot contain someone like Dodgson. It is almost
impossible for us to contemplate a man who falls in love with little girls
without wanting to put him in prison. The subtleties, for those of us still
mired in the paranoias of the 20th century, are hard to grasp. When one thinks
of a paedophile, one thinks of a lustful, over-the-top, drooling Nabokovian
love, but that is not Lewis Carroll. His love was more delicate and tortured
and elusive; his warmth, his strange, terrified passion, more intricate and
complicated than anything encompassed by a single word.
Dodgson's affection for what he called his
"child friends" was always mingled with a vague yearning. He wrote to
one 10-year-old girl, "Extra thanks and kisses for the lock of hair. I
have kissed it several times - for want of having you to kiss, you know, even
hair is better than nothing." This is typical of his correspondence. He
converted whatever his feelings were into the whimsical, quasi-romantic banter
that eventually made its way into the Alice books. He wrote to one mother of a
potential visit with her daughter, "And would it be de rigueur that there
should be a third to dinner? Tête à tête is so much the nicest." There was
a romantic intensity to the friendships that Dodgson struck up with children, a
hint of hunger, of never quite getting enough. This was especially true of his
relationship with Alice. There was always a sense that he wanted more of her.
And yet, can we really blame him for that - as long as he didn't act on his
feelings? If he turned himself inside out, turned the world inside out with his
powerful imagination, in order to avoid them?
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