INNOCENCE LOST
Associated Press
NEW YORK
A generation of sheltered American children grew up in the shadow of anxiety that fell over this country one day in 1979, when a little boy with a charming grin vanished from a Manhattan street corner.
They never knew his name or saw that angelic-looking face. But their parents would never forget it.
For some, their caution was simply a result of what they read in news reports. Others, including Jim Stratton, had an immediate and very personal reason to be afraid.
“It sent a chill through everybody,” said Stratton, 73, whose son was in the same neighborhood play group as Etan Patz, the 6-year-old who never boarded his school bus May 25, 1979. “You couldn’t leave your child for a minute. Anywhere. It was like a dark cloud had come over the neighborhood.”
Before Etan disappeared, the notion that a child could be abducted right off the street, in broad daylight, was not familiar. Children roamed their hometowns freely, unencumbered by fear. They could walk to school and the bus stop and just about anywhere they pleased all by themselves. That all changed after Etan set off for school in his favorite pilot’s cap and corduroy jacket and did not return.
A new age of paranoia had grabbed hold of the national psyche. And so many years later, that paralyzing sense of fear has yet to fully release its grip.
“In many ways, it was the end of an era of innocence,” said Ernie Allen, president of the National Center for Exploited and Missing Children. “And parents suddenly became much more protective and much more hovering over their children.”
Etan was one of the first missing children whose face would appear on a milk carton. In the coming years more faces would follow, mutely appealing for help from a public that began, for the first time, to mobilize on a grand scale in its efforts to find them. Even now, after more than 30 years, we still haven’t given up hope for a resolution.
Last week, authorities began ripping up an old basement near Etan’s SoHo loft with the aim of finding his remains, spurred on by a cadaver-sniffing dog that picked up a scent there.
“He was here the whole time for all of us,” said Cass Collins, Stratton’s wife, who has been haunted by the boy’s disappearance ever since. “He was always in our thoughts.”
The ones who never made it home are painfully seared in the nation’s collective memory. There was 6-year-old Adam Walsh, kidnapped and killed in 1981 when he wandered away from his mother at a department store in Hollywood, Fla.
There was Jacob Wetterling, abducted and killed by a masked gunman in 1989 while riding his bicycle home from a convenience store in St. Joseph, Minn.
“There were some kids who biked around with a switchblade in their basket after it happened,” said Alison Feigh, 34, who grew up with Wetterling and sat next to him in sixth-grade math class. “There was a change of our innocence at that time. In sixth grade, I didn’t even have the word abduction — that wasn’t even part of my vocabulary.”
Now a program coordinator for the Jacob Wetterling Resource Center, which teaches parents and children how to build safer communities, Feigh is fighting for a world in which children can explore beyond the edge of their driveways in this era of helicopter parenting.
“We want kids to walk around smart and not scared,” she said.