This story is very powerful. Having been someone who was shaped by a molestation from an older neighborhood boy, I think my father or brother, Roy, would have done the same thing to the perpetrator. Still, the final quote that this article includes from the father, I find unintentionally hilarious. To clear the record, Mr. Father: the molester didn’t die, because he didn’t die; it had nothing to do with your love for God. You beat him badly enough for death to take over. We are all so stupid and comical and brilliant and ugly and beautiful and quite silly in our understanding of ourselves and the world.