Rather, Old Kris Kringle -- in civilian clothes – was sitting on the edge of the bed of a young Natalie Wood in the 1947 Christmas classic film “Miracle on 34thStreet” talking to the little girl who was tucked under the covers, ready for sleep.
Why was that amazing? Because what mother in her right mind would allow a near-stranger alone with her child in a bedroom? Scenes like that oh-so-innocent one have gone the way of the dodo bird, as nearly extinct as heroes who casually smoke in TV dramas and sitcoms.
But while we cheerfully say goodbye to glamorizing smoking on TV, there is a certain sadness that comes with the acknowledgment of hyper-vigilance that society shows when any adult outside a child’s parents or grandparents takes an interest in a child.
Thank you, Jerry Sandusky.
The tragedies of the Penn State scandal, the clergy pedophilia scandals and those that affected organizations like the Boy Scouts continue to bear bitter fruit. If you can read the testimony of some of Sandusky’s victims and not feel sick, you have ice water in your veins.
The victims deserve our understanding, the right to sue those who enabled and protected Sandusky, and our pledge that we will do what we can to see it doesn’t happen to the next kid.
But along the way I will mourn another casualty – the loss of trust. That goes for the priest and the Scout leader who must guard against ever being alone with a child, and the coach who is afraid to touch his injured player for fear his concern might be misinterpreted.
It might seem like a small price to pay if society can keep more children safe from predators, but it’s still a cost worth acknowledging.
How many mentor-student relationships never have a chance to bloom because parents suspect all adults’ motives and would-be mentors just don’t want the hassle?
If “Miracle on 34th Street” was filmed today, Maureen O’Hara would have been running a criminal background check on the Jolly Old Elf before he’d have stepped one foot inside her apartment.
It might well be necessary but it’s still a shame.