Clark Fredericks (64:14)
I'll get. Okay. What. What Dennis Pegg did. His mother worked the graveyard shift. He would go in there and sit at the counter, nobody else in the Dunkin Donuts and tell her he was going to either kill her or kill her son if they didn't pull the charges. And he would do this day after day after day. And eventually they pulled the charges. So months go by where I can't stop thinking about this young boy. Like, is he getting his hair tussled? Is he sitting in Dennis's truck? And Dennis is patting his knee and laughing? Is he moved the padding of the knee up to the padding of the thigh? Is he showing him polaroids? Is he giving him a beer? Is he doing wrestling matches? Has he raped them? That's all I could think about. And I went out that day after seeing Sandusky. I Had to get out of my house. A friend had wanted to go to lunch. I was avoiding everybody at this stage. I was just doing drugs around the clock, content to kill myself with drugs and alcohol. I would have died of a drug overdose. And everybody would have been like, what the hell happened to Clark? He should have had life by the balls. And yet he just flushed it all away for drugs and alcohol. Why? And I went out with my friend. I would tell him, I gotta go make a phone call and go to my truck and do bumps of coke. And I stopped on the way home to meet my friend at this Italian restaurant that I frequented, like, constantly. And I had gotten burned on a business deal a little while earlier, years earlier. And the guy who burned me, I hadn't seen since the. The deal went sour. And he's in that restaurant that night having dinner with his family. And I went up to him and I said, joe, when are you gonna make good on that money you owe me, bro? And he's like, get the fuck away from me. I'm having dinner with my family. How dare you come up to me? And I'm like, out of respect for your family, I'll walk away. But this isn't over between us. You're paying. Paying me, bro. He's like, fuck you. Get out of here. Like, he was. He was a biker. He was in a biker gang. He thought he was real tough. He didn't scare me in the least. So I go home to meet my friend who's dropping off all the equipment he's going to start the next day, the power washing equipment. And. And I tell him this story of seeing this guy. He knew the story, you know, how I got burned. And I told him about seeing this guy, and he's like, that guy's got to be number one on your hit list. And Dev, for the first time in third, almost 33 years before I could stop my mouth from, like, speaking the words. I had no control over myself. I wasn't coherent enough, and I wasn't mindful enough, and I wasn't present enough. I said, actually, he's number two. The piece of shit who raped me as a kid is number one. And there it's out for the first time. And, like, time stopped. It stood still. And the air was thick between my friend and I. And he's looking at me. He's like, are you for real? And I'm like, yeah, I'm for real. And he starts asking me who he is, where does he live? I'm like, I assume he still lives, you know, the house was literally two miles away. It wasn't even a five minute drive. And I'm like, you know what? It's time to go confront this piece of garbage. I'm like, let's go. Let's go see him. And it was less than 15 minutes from me uttering those words to us hopping in my buddy's van to go drive to his house. He's got a long driveway. We drive halfway up the driveway. We stop, get up, we run up the driveway. It's a June 12th. It's a warm summer day. His screen door is shut, but his front door is open. And I look in, and there he is sitting there watching tv. And it was just like watching the devil in his lair sitting there. And the devil isn't a guy with horns coming out and a long tail and a pitchfork. The devil is someone who sits on the historical society with the little old ladies and tells jokes and who volunteers for Kiwanis Club and the Boy Scouts and the Appalachian Trail and puts on a big smile and everybody loves them. And he's raping little boys. That's the devil and that's who he was. And I felt like my body get stiff, like freezing. Like when he would touch me, I would freeze. And I felt that coming on me, this paralysis. And my heart's thumping and my mind is just swirling and the sweat is pouring out of my palms and I'm palpitating. And before I just like crumble into a ball in his driveway, I march up to his front door and I rip it open. And I had brought a knife with me. I brought. He was the firearms instructor for two counties. Every law enforcement officer has to get recertified every year, and they had to go to him to get recertified. This guy was a complete gun nut. This guy has been raping children for 45 years. This guy. This was basically a suicide mission I went on. This guy should have a gun holstered, taped to his couch, under each table, on the bathroom wall in his bedroom. And I rip open his front door. And there I am, a rape victim of his, standing there 9:30 at night. And what he said to me determined all the next events. He casually looks over his shoulder, puts his arm up and goes, hey, how are you? I'm in his doorway holding a knife. 9:30 at night. You raped me as a child. And you just carefree, dismiss me. Hey, how are you? And people reach out to me all the time, and they want to confront their abuser, not like a violent comfort. They want to. They want to confront her. And I say, no, don't do it. You're never going to get the response you're looking for. They can never let their guard down. Do you think they're going to say, I'm sorry? Right, I apologize, sick. But in my mind I'm like, and you expect a normal response out of somebody who's abnormal, and it doesn't work. Like, had he gotten down on his hands and knees, Clark, I always thought you or someone else might come back. I need help, bro. I am sick. I know I'm sick. I apologize. I wronged you, I hurt you, I hurt other people. Please have mercy on me. Please help me to get help. Like, that's what you'd want to hear, but you're not going to hear that. Instead it's, hey, how are you? Like, I'm an ant. Like, I'm nothing. Like, you didn't destroy my life. And I told you earlier how we have two faces. The face we show the world and the face behind closed doors. No one has ever seen my face behind closed doors, but Dennis is going to see it right now. It's a face of pain and anger and hurt and shame and violence and rage. And I go, hey, how am I, motherfucker? Let me show you how the fuck I am. And I race across his room and a violent, ugly battle begins. I'm slashing at him, he's punching me, and at one point, he connects squarely to my jaw. And I started falling backwards and I grabbed his shirt with my left hand and I screamed, you motherfucker. And I took the knife and I brought it down and I put it right through my hand. It came out and poked into him and it severed all the ligaments and tendons. And now I'm gushing blood. And the fight continued on. And I mean, you're talking maybe two, three minutes, and he slipped in blood, fell down, and he was up against the wall. And I kneeled down in front of him, I got eye level with him and I said, it's not so fun raping little boys now, is it, Dennis? And I slit his throne. And I told my buddy who was standing in the doorway, like, wide eyed, I'm like, go down and get your van and bring it up here. And I just wanted to be alone for a minute. And I haven't been back to that house since he raped me. And I walked over to the bedroom he raped me in. There's bloody footprints there that walk over to that bedroom, stop at the doorway And I spit on his bed. And I did what almost every single abuse victim has at one point thought of doing. Like, what is done to you is so horrific and violent and extreme that your mind can only think of revenge to even the score. I stopped a predator from ever harming another child, and that's a good thing. But in no way whatsoever did anything for healing. Like, you don't heal from the trauma of abuse by take. By adding in the trauma of murder, right? Like, you don't do it. So many people are like, come on, man. You had to feel good after that. And I'm like, have you ever killed anybody? It's not pleasant, right? Like, everybody, every mother, father, like, if that ever happened to my kid, I'd go kill him. Well, how many millions of kids are abused every year? And there's not millions of deaths? So, no, you won't. So don't throw that casually out there. You won't do it because you're going to flush your life away and you're going to end up in prison. If you're an abuse victim and you do what I did, you're going to have to end up in prison with all that trauma with you, and now you're in absolute hell. Which prison is. And that's where I ended up. So, no, don't do it. Don't follow in my footsteps. Get that thought out of your head and, and start healing, Start talking about it. Get therapy, get clean from drugs and alcohol. Get faith exercise, like, get healthy daily habits. And don't give the valuable real estate in your mind to your abuser. I let Dennis peg inside here for decades. You can't do that. You can't sit on your couch and ruminate over and over in spin cycle for hours at a time. What happened to you?