So I hate to be a downer, but I can’t stop reading about the abuse allegations against NFL star Adrian Peterson.
Everything about it appalls me. His son is four years old. FOUR. The same age as my son. And I can’t begin to imagine what my son could possibly do that would merit being hit multiple times with a switch. I look at my son’s face and the very thought of leaving welts on his body makes my stomach hurt. Yet Adrian Peterson thinks he did nothing wrong. Just some good old-fashioned discipline. And the sickest thing is that way too many people agree with him, if you go by the comments I’ve been reading on teh Interwebs.
But I agree with this Minnesota Vikings blogger: Peterson needs to be released. Yesterday.
Many times, in situations like this, there’s a healthy ‘he said/she said’ element to what happened. There are two wildly differing versions to the story, and the truth, the ever elusive truth, usually lies somewhere in the middle.
That doesn’t seem to be the case here. There are pictures. Pictures of a four year old that wasn’t disciplined, but was beaten. Beaten by a man that trains to withstand beatings, ironically enough, of 300 pound men moving at car crash speed into him. The father,Adrian Peterson, running back for the Minnesota Vikings, admits to it. He admits to ‘whooping’ his son. My father ‘whooped’ me when I was kid.
What Adrian Peterson did to his son isn’t a ‘whooping’, it’s child abuse.
What are you up to this weekend? I will be watching my 4-year-old son play in his very first soccer game. And I will give him extra hugs and kisses, win or lose, because that’s what every 4-year-old child deserves.
What do you think? Chat away!