Trigger warning: This post deals with child sexual abuse.
As 81 year old Gerald Ridsdale shuffles towards the witness box, he looks like an unremarkable old man. He gums his words. He is forgetful. His head is bald and peppered with age spots.
He could be your great uncle, your grandfather, a neighbour. You wouldn’t look at him twice if you saw him buying a newspaper at the shops.
As he gives evidence at the Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Sex Abuse, Ridsdale speaks gently, openly and apparently with sorrow and regret about his crimes.
But make no mistake: This is what a monster looks like.
This kindly, droopy, age-spotted face is the face of pure evil.
It is the face of a man who systematically sexually preyed on children as young as four, for over 30 years. Ridsdale has confessed to abusing 50 children, but admits that number is more likely in the hundreds.
Like so many monsters, Ridsdale the paedophile may have been a creature who was created, not born. He has said that he himself was sexually abused as a child. First, by a cousin. Then, by an uncle. Later, by a Christian brother.
There are 33 boys in this Grade 4 photo. Twelve of them took their own lives.
His vile urges flourished at the seminary, where he says he knew his sexual attraction to children was wrong (he also indulged in frequent masturbating, which he confessed to a priest and was warned about). It was here that he honed his technique for stalking victims: seeking out poor families without a father and insinuating himself into their lives. He was a trainee priest when he first sexually assaulted a child, at a camp for disadvantaged children.