So this one time I was tasked to verify a complaint of child pornography and image the infrastructure for evidentiary purposes, if necessary. It was the first time I’d ever been exposed to it as a naïve operations kid at a hosting provider.
Imagine my surprise and horror to find that not only was the complaint accurate, it led to a completely polished thumbnail site on par with PornHub. Boom, right there, no login. No nothing. Five high, seven wide thumbnails. No two of the same child. A complete search engine based on Solr that could filter the thousands of images by age of the victim. By the number of adults participating in the rape. A threaded comment section on each image where people discussed children in their neighborhood and their fantasies of abducting them. An erotic literature section where parents wrote about how they’ve been sexually attracted to their children since changing their first diaper.
I’ll never forget a photo of two men brutally raping a girl of about 9 or 10, because it was one of the highest voted on the site. One of the comments, which I still remember when I close my eyes at night, simply said “its better when they cry”. It’s been eleven years and I’ve seen and dealt with much more of it since then, and I still weep to this day thinking about the pain inflicted on those children, the pure evil of those who enjoy it, and even the design and engineering team who bafflingly put their skills toward building that nadir of human achievement.
Tell me again what “the real abuse” is and educate me, please, because you sound pretty confident that the frighteningly common story I just told isn’t that big of a deal. I can’t believe anyone sane would compare going through your photo collection, even egregiously, to the rape and exploitation of children and think, yeah, you know, based on my value system door number one is the “much worse” injustice. Your opinion is fucking sickening and the exact type of detached inhumanity that is poisoning this industry top to bottom.