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Silent Rage look Twice Program

Most go through the motions daily

without thinking Sunday 8:30 AM

Walking the park with my dog

I noticed something that seemed off

The kind of thing you can’t put your finger on

It’s a feeling a thought something

that made me turn and look again

 

A White middle-aged man heavyset

Wearing a white ill fitted dress shirt,

a red tie  Solid black dress slacks

It’s Sunday OK I could believe that

He had the hand of a little girl five maybe six

She was dressed in really short Daisy Duke jeans

A white tank top with flowers

Her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail

Low at the base of her neck

 

Her head forward eyes fixed the ground

When somebody passes by I give the

Standard Greeting Hello good morning.

He replied good morning.

 

It’s what the child did behind her back.

That panicked me to the core

I needed to see it once more

She had left hand behind her back, her thumb in towards touching her palm

She was moving her little fingers in and out

Slow determination with urgency first,

I wasn’t sure what I saw

 

She looked over her shoulder

Then quickly , looked down at her hand,

Returning it behind her back and then

Glancing at him afraid he might see

head forward eyes to the ground

****** features emotionless frown

Not a word spoke, but you saw

something in her eyes  Fear

Almost a tear

The movements of the hand quicker

Fingers wider thicker

each time she looked behind at me

Attempting to get my to see

There was no interaction between

the adult male and the child except

for his controlling grip on her right hand

 

Next to the swings

There was this makeshift square blue tarps

Fashioned into an enclosure

He extended his hand and the hand of the little girl towards the enclosure.. A hand emerged from the within without the rest of the person being seen.

Again, her hand quickly extending and closing wildly gesturing now frantically apparent

The little girl disappeared in the enclosure

 

The man maintained distance waiting in silence

There were two young adult white, male and female, tattoos up and down their arms with them

Three children all boys, different ages I’m guessing

7,9,10  silent

They did not wiggle, or giggle .they did not do anything, but stand perfectly still.

Honestly I did not notice that at first.

My mind was fixated on the little girl

 

I approached them and said do you see that man and the little girl?  something seems off.

I explained to them about the distress hand signal

Taught to the children in schools in case they were ever abducted we’re in a situation they felt they could not speak and we’re not safe.

 

The young adult female unfazed said well he’s part of our church. Not They (the little girl) but He’s

I said something’s off. I hope I’m wrong

but there’s something wrong with this picture.

The the young adult woman offered no explanation or seemed concerned for the little girl’s safety .

 

The young adult man said nothing looked away avoiding eye contact

The three boys kept their heads

forward eyes downward

The park was empty

There was not a group of church people around

the park, it was this couple, the three boys and the man with a girl. All white.

I am not one who looks at color

however the police need

A full accurate description

 

I turned to the man standing there

waiting for the little girl and said

What church are you with?

He replied, LDS

I looked right in his eyes and said

that girl is in distress. There’s something wrong.. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t express concern.

. His mannerism was rigid.

My heart already pounding.

 

I wasn’t sure what to do.

I told him something‘s feels wrong

I offered him an opening to ease my suspicion

If everything was fine,

A normal response would’ve been

Him yelling, telling me off or

to mind my own business or

To reassure me, everything is fine Or

At least to ask me why I feel this way

 

Silence was not the correct response for the situation that I was escalating. I wasn’t yelling.

My voice was excited and loud I was shaking

This is where I made a mistake that could have caused those children their lives

I told him I’m going to make the call still nothing

I walked away and I was on the phone with 911

 

Looking right at the man

describing his features To 911 dispatch

I should not have alerted them that I was calling the police that gave them ample time

to Leave To get away

 

My husband said they would not do anything in broad daylight too much exposure

 

When the police got there, of course they were gone. That little girl‘s face etched in my memory

silent rage behind her fearful eyes.I failed her.

The police asked was the dad abusing the girl

He did not say he was the father. I told the police.

I didn’t witnessed any physical abuse.

Then what made you think something was wrong?

 

The little girl was doing that hand gesture they teach the children in school if they’re abducted or something’s not right oh, he said.

as if not fully impressed. I said I’ve been coming to this park for over 20 years. I have children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. I know when something‘s off and there was something off with that little girl.

 

We were finishing our walk as the Police Man investigated minutes only the whole situation plays over in my mind..  had I been more inquisitive to see what car they drove.

LDS little girls don’t dress like that

especially on Sunday.

 

I wonder

What was behind that Blue square tarp enclosures. Who was the person that pulled her in?

 

There’s a group of people who said on the bench passing out flyers for their church the watchtower. I told them about what I observed, and one of the ladies was quick to say just because that man said he was LDS doesn’t mean he really was and she started to tell me everything wrong with that picture. Another man at the market walking me to my car stated he saw a man dress like that. It’s one of the scams they use their dress like a business person saying they’re out of gas. They left their wallet at home whatever the story is very but they’re dressed like business men so they don’t appear homeless and are more likely to get what they want or to be seen blending in. The store clerk said stay away from those guys they’re evil.

 

This is a cautionary tale. We need to be observant to our surroundings children’s lives are at stake.

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cj-sutherland
65 / F / U.S
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Jun 27, 2025
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The children in the school district are taught survival should you get lost in the wilderness in May? They go for a week at West camp. They’re taught how they could survive with a pine tree eating the bark drinking pine tea noodles where is north south east and west and what to look for when lost Basic survival. They are also taught in the event. They are abducted. You put your hand behind your back put your thumb towards your palm and you move your finger in and out when you can’t use your words this movement behind your back can alert people walking by that you’re not safe. There’s actually a corridor that starts in Sacramento works its way up towards our area traffic‘s the children in our small community and using our hotels and taking them up to Reno in Vegas never to be seen again. It’s called the look twice program. Only one time had I experienced this in our Market. Looked about 13 or 14 year-old Dressed in a **** Catholic school outfit thigh, high socks, really short skirt and a white button up blouse. But what really gave it away was the wig she was wearing it looked like the wig of a middle-aged woman. And having children and grandchildren, her attire would never be permitted in school. She was standing by the ice cream. I went up to her and asked her if she was OK and I was gonna get some ice cream for my grandchildren and what kind would be a good kind before she could say a word this man came and grabbed her and pulled her forcibly down the aisle. By the time I got up to the front desk, there were six other concerned parents, the police were called. The child was saved, and the man was put in jail the look twice program,

That was years ago. I certainly have never come across something with children so young I am one that minds my own business but when it comes to children, I’m a grandma the whole thing just gives a sick pit in my stomach, wondering where those children are tonight.

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