The Freeh report released today put the last vestiges of Penn State’s once pristine image on a freight car chugging into the terminals of oblivion.
We were Penn State.
They all knew.
Joe Paterno, Graham Spanier, Tim Curley and Gary Schultz. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Knew for 14 years that Jerry Sandusky was a sexual predator feasting on boys.
Knew but didn’t care because there were more important things to care about – like the Penn State football brand. The victims were sacrificed at the altar of the institution. A page ripped from the Roman Catholic Church playbook.
A heinous holocaust. Absolutely criminal. And all under the watch of one of the greatest college football coaches of all time. How trivial all those victories seem now.
Throw Spanier, Curley and Schultz in jail.
Tear down Paterno’s statue. Now. He is an icon no longer. His legacy has jackknifed from monumental feats to nightmares of human destruction.
Make no mistake. Paterno ran the school. He was the absolute monarch of the realm, the jeweler to Penn State’s diamond. A watershed decision like the Sandusky coverup simply could not have happened without Joe’s edict or blessing.
Erase the JoePa moniker, too. There can be nothing paternal about a guy who looks the other way while boys are utterly violated, their psyches indelibly and horribly scarred.
Yes, Sandusky is the monster in all this. But Paterno, Spanier, Curley and Schultz never put him on a leash, did nothing to have him caged.