Posted on 05/30/2014 7:22:35 PM PDT by grundle
A Hawaii man has been sentenced to a year of probation after making his son walk a mile home from school.
Robert Demond was convicted of a misdemeanor charge of second-degree endangering the welfare of a minor.
Demond explained that his son had been involved in some sort of rule-breaking at school. When Demond picked him up, he asked about it, but his son refused to respond. Demond then stopped the car and told his son to walk to rest of the way home to think about what he had done, reports the Garden Island.
The judge, Kathleen Watanabe, ruled that the punishment was “old-fashioned” and inappropriate. She said that it is dangerous for children to walk alongside the road due to potential pedophiles. It was a form of punishment no longer supported by the community.
Demond was sentenced to a $200 fine and a year of probation. His son’s age was never revealed in court documents.
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What BS.
Walked to school 1.3 miles at 7-8 years of age. Didn’t use a school bus.
Walked 4 miles per day and seven days a week after school and on weekends delivering newspapers at 10 to 13 years of age.
Frequently rode a bicycle distances of 10 to 20 miles at 8 to 15 years of age.
Rode my horse on saddle and bareback along roads and cross country distances of 10 to 20 miles starting at 11 years of age. Carried a rifle in the scabbard and a pistol on some occasions while riding. Drove horsedrawn racing sulky and wagons a number of miles too.
This judge needs to be immediately impeached before any further harm can be caused.
Thank you for that thought. The next time someone comments on my somewhat increased girth, I’ll have to claim that the universe is constantly expanding, hence their observation of me. That’s the ticket!
I just want to know specifically what law and penal code section he violated.
Old fashioned, inappropriate and no longer supported by the community aren’t any penal codes I have ever heard of.
Anyone remember the Emergency Drills in the 60’s?
Students in Grades 1 through 6, who lived within 2 miles of school, were told to walk home and not dawdle, and take note of the time.
Of course parents were informed and most had mother’s waiting at home for them.
And then there’s my Grandpa...nicknamed “12 mile Johnny”....horse and cart, as I recall the telling.
Ummm...I had to walk a mile from grade school. This was because I had walked TO grade school a mile that morning. IN ADDITION, we walked home to go to lunch AND...walked back to school (no school lunch program back then. Heck, no school lunchroom, period). When I was a kid, very few people had two cars and probably only 50% of the moms could actually even drive a car. I will admit, this was done on sidewalks in a safe suburban neighborhood in flat-as-a-board Chicago. The snow might not have been three feet deep (and then came the winter), and the walks might not have been uphill both ways, but it was darned cold a few months every year...you couldn’t ride a bike to school until sixth grade, as I recall.
I noted at my grade school’s 40-year (no, really, 40-year) reunion that not a single classmate had experienced a heart attack, and with only a few unrelated and explainable exceptions (drug overdose, type I congenital diabetes), no one died. I believe that exercise and activity, especially when you are young, was probably a factor.
Young people today aren’t going to be getting much of THAT that behind an Xbox and being chauffeured around.
“I just want to know specifically what law and penal code section he violated.”
Whatever one sticks.
I just checked the mileage on Google Maps between the house I grew up in and my elementary school. One mile exactly. I would routinely walk home from school beginning in the 3rd grade for sure, maybe the 2nd.
“It was a form of punishment no longer supported by the community.”
Yeah, a chill went down my spine when I read that.
Being Jewish was no longer supported by the German community in the 1930’s, as I have read.
I would do the same thing. I would also follow along behind. One mile isn’t even 30 minutes of excercise. He should have told the judge that he was taking Michelle Obama’s concern for obestiy seriously and trying to kill two birds with one stone.
IE: Excercise and Mental Meditation regarding actions and consequences. Studies have shown that walking outdoors works as well as or better than anti-depressants.
He must have had a lousy lawyer.
What insanity. I walked to and from school as a child every day....sun,rain,ice, snow....it didn’t matter. That was our transportation mode.
What an idiot judge. I say good for the dad but I guess I am too old fashioned
Discipline comes from the same root as discipleship. One should be teaching their child. This may come about by using natural consequences, modeling behavior, and several other useful ways. Punishment as such rarely gets the point across. I put walking home into the category of natural consequences.
For eight elementary school terms I walked a mile and three-quarters to school, and the same trek back home, five days weekly, not realizing I was being punished. And not an inch of it was on a paved path. Oh well!!??
My question is: How was this mile walk brought to the attention of a court judge in the first place?
I can swim a mile (1750 yds) in 35 minutes ... not particularly fast, but respectable. I plod along like a diesel boat, loving every minute. I think an 18-mile walk would kick my butt!
“Let’s move!” BUT only those movements authorized by Michelle Obama shall be tolerated.
Not surprising it was a woman judge. What a sissified country we have become. It’s outrageous to convict someone for this. We should remove “land of the free and the home of the brave” from our national anthem, because it’s now a lie.
It says the court documents don’t say how old. But old enough to go to school in any case.
It was a little kid and it was a highway, the father is an idiot, the kid could have been killed
If it was a snarling teen, the story would have been different
my first day of first grade my mom pinned a notecard with my address to my coat collar
After school, I confidently walked in the direction of my house down Prior Street, a busy street in St. Paul Minnesota, turned where I thought Ashland should be, and it wasn’t Ashland. I was completely discombobulated, and went crying back the way I came. Some nice young lady came out of her house, read the card on my coat and took me there, it was just a few blocks. My mom acted like I had done something wrong.
Such was the heedlessness of my mom, I could have been kidnapped, raped, whatever.
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