A parent’s worst nightmare is what Moab has experienced since March 5, 2017. Sadly, March 4 is the last day I remember making any sense to my family or me.
The crash that so many of us know about and have read about is not an isolated incident. When it comes to the long history of those involved, previous juvenile charges of a sexual nature, reckless driving and driving under the influence had all been committed long before this crash.
That said, we try to teach our children about life, but our children end up teaching us what life is all about.
This is something we all say as humans; “That won’t happen to me.”
It’s what we all hope and believe at some point.
We teach our kids to take responsibility and obey laws and that our actions have consequences. Repeated behavior is not considered an accident, it then becomes a choice.
Your character defines your destiny.
The red flags are being ignored in Moab, and protecting our kids from abuse and inappropriate behavior has taken second place to money and making excuses.
Our jobs as parents are to teach our kids how to be responsible, respectful and productive adults. What I’ve witnessed here is a sense of entitlement, blatant disrespect, no boundaries, judgment, bad work ethic, no responsibility and free reign of the children in or out of the juvenile system.
The parents and authority figures here do not enforce consequences and there is no one taking responsibility for the actions of minors.
But let’s go back to my memories of the night of the crash.
Naturally, my concern was that the kids who survived it stayed alive.
Daniel, Tierney, Connor and Taylor stayed with me the night before the crash and I stayed up until 4:30 a.m. to check on them. When I was notified that they were in a terrible crash and five kids were involved, I was so confused. None of these kids have a license to drive. Two were life-flighted to St. Mary’s and one to Salt Lake.
I had no clue about who Gage Moore was and honestly didn’t even think about details until my child was stable. My concern was the lives that were involved, all of them.
My heart told me that all that mattered was the lives we lost and the ones we needed to save. My experience in that place showed me a different side of humanity, however.
Everyone wanted to know who was driving. How was it even a question? Because instead of getting in trouble for allegations of under age drinking and lewd behavior, trouble would come from allegations of reckless driving (likely 40+ miles over the speed limit) and pulling the brake to drift around that corner causing the car to go out of control and kill two humans and injure two more.
Even more, it was told to me that someone else was driving and his family should be sued to replace the car that had been lost.
For five months I have witnessed the bullying and terrible treatment of victims that were not Gage Moore’s friends. They did something wrong; in my opinion, they snuck out and asked for a ride home from a person that they knew from school so that they wouldn’t get in trouble.
Gage drove past my house and took them on a drive, did they say no?
There are other things on my mind, too: Drinking and driving is against the law. Reckless driving is against the law. Sexual abuse of any kind is against the law.
Being allowed to continue with this behavior is unacceptable. There were signs and clues and this could have been prevented with proper discipline on previous issues within this city. Since the sentencing it has gotten out of control.
Also consider that many have been harassed again because of a social media post. One young woman went through with charges and she is also going through harsh treatment right now.
Now she is forced to relive this horror again; there are cars getting defaced, name calling, rocks thrown at people and vehicles, and people having to be escorted to and from work and still no one says anything.
We deserve justice.
Give our kids an example that breaking the law is not allowable at any age and that disrespect will not be tolerated for our little girls. It’s not just about time, or guilt, it’s about admitting that help is needed and it’s about making a change.
ByBy Christina McCrary