White Plains, NEW YORK

This isn't a news story. It's an Oprah Winfrey-like emotional fest for a convicted, self-confessed child pornography collector. Entry for Allen Julier.

May 3, 2008 - The story begins,

Nancy Epstein rushed from the elevator toward Allen Julier's lawyer, Victor Grossman, as he stood outside the courtroom where the Scarsdale High School teacher had just been sentenced for possessing child pornography.

She clasped his hand and asked if she was on time.

"It's over," Grossman said. "It's not good." He told her Julier was going to prison.

"No, no," cried Epstein, who dated Julier for two years. "They can't do that. Don't they know who he is, what kind of person he is?"

TT - Apparently, they did. Julier paid for, and collected, child pornography for two years, amassing a collection of 500 videos and 100 pictures of child porn, some of children younger than 12. He was sentenced to 51 months in prison. There's no parole in the Federal pen. He's going to be there for a while. Nevertheless, unbelievably, he still had supporters.

One of the half-dozen Scarsdale teachers and staff who attended the sentencing yelled out, "We love you, Allen. Nothing has changed."

TT - Child pornography is paying someone to rape children to entertain and sexually arouse perverts. It isn't a victimless crime. It isn't a fantasy world. It's a brutal, awful, filthy world for the victims. Every picture is a crime scene. The children are real and perverts around the world become sexually aroused at the idea of force and humiliation, pain and degradation. No child, no baby, volunteers to be raped or wants to orally copulate a grown adult.

We'd dearly like to know the name of that supporter. We'd dearly like to know the names of those teachers who wrote letters of support for a pervert who paid others to sexually abuse, rape, torture, threaten and hurt children because that's what child pornographers do. We'd dearly like to see those teachers fired for their gross insensitivity in the face of such awful reality.

You talk about bastards who ought to be in jail along with Julier. They were in that court room.