“Yes. Clarice Gérémie is Augustine’s first cousin but I’ve known Clarice since our cotillion days and she always was a spiteful witch. My son is an honor student and a gifted violinist who just happens to be bi-racial. Clarice is trying to lynch him because that alley cat daughter of hers sent him a few suggestive pictures and now everyone in our set is saying that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”
Throughout her twenty-year career as a public defender in the juvenile court system, Cynthia Knapp’s greatest satisfaction had come from making sure that young people, especially young black men, got a fair hearing. She worked hard to keep young brothers charged with petty crimes like constructed possession of narcotics out of jail and she pushed for sentencing provisions that would help even the violent offenders rehabilitate themselves. She regularly referred clients to psycho-therapists, GED classes, and job training programs no matter how their cases turned out and she kept a closet full of Goodwill suits and dress shoes in her office so that her clients could look their best in court regardless of their financial circumstances. Money would not be a problem for the Dédé family, she surmised but the case was one of the thorniest she had encountered.
“The laws governing new social media technologies are not well defined, Mrs. Dédé. Edmond has been charged with felony distribution of pornographic materials involving minors. If you all could clarify for me how those pictures ended up on his Facebook page, it would help me develop a strategy for his defense.”
“It’s all very simple but no one will listen to my baby. They kicked him out of Saint Andrews even though he’s never caused a moment’s trouble before. I’m going to sue them all from here to kingdom come as soon as this farce of a criminal trial is over.”
“Yes, but how did the pictures like this one end up on his page?” Cynthia asked, pointing to the evidence on her computer screen.
“A bunch of sleazy girls got a notion to take naked pictures of themselves with their fancy cell phones and send them to my son after he starred in the school musical.”
“They started an Edmond Dédé fan club site. It was a joke,” said Edmond.
“I should charge them with corrupting an innocent. My baby never asked anyone to send him nasty pictures. Did you, Edmond?”
Edmond shook his head.
“But you did post those pictures to your Facebook page?” Cynthia pressed.
“And you invited your friends to see them?”
“Not my friends,” Edmond protested.
“If they had access to your Facebook page, they must have been your friends. Or friends of your friends. Don’t you have any privacy controls on your account?”
“I don’t understand this whole Facebook thing anyway,” broke in Mrs. Dédé. He has hundreds of ‘friends’ on there but he says he didn’t want his real friends to see those pictures.”
“So you posted naked pictures of these girls on Facebook to show to people whom you don’t consider ‘friends?’”
“They’re just a bunch of guys,” Edmond shrugged.
“But you wanted them to see the pictures even though you wouldn’t show them to your ‘friends?’”
“I wanted them to stop calling me names.”
“Did you anticipate that they would post comments and call the girls names instead?”
“They think I’m a punk because my mom’s white and I play music instead of sports. They kept posting nasty comments on the fan club site.”
“Oh sweetie, you can’t let other people label you. It’s who you are inside that counts.”
“I just wanted them to stop saying I’m gay.”
“Well are you?” Cynthia asked, cutting to the crux of the case.
“I don’t know,” Edmond murmured after a long pause.
What do you think about “sexting” cases? Should juveniles who circulate suggestive pictures of themselves or their peers through social networking media be prosecuted for distributing child pornography? If convicted should they be required to register as sex offenders? Can a minor be held criminally accountable for receiving pornographic images even if they were not solicited? How should parents, school officials, and the courts handle the kind of cyber bullying that drove Edmond to make a very poor decision?
The real Edmond Dédé was a free man of color born in New Orleans in 1827. He moved to Europe in 1857 to further his musical studies and earned some renown as a violinist and composer. He married a Frenchwoman and settled in France, returning to New Orleans only once in 1893.
Here is a link to a performance of Dédé’s “Rêverie champêtre:”
And if your dolls would like a sleek shag cut like Cynthia Knapp’s, here is a tutorial on making the wig: