Kovi Dunbar, the teenage model who disappeared 10 days ago at the hands of a man she met on Facebook, is already back with his parents.
A few days ago the global online community was shaken by the news of the disappearance of the young beauty queen. It was presumed that he could have been the victim of a kidnapping at the hands of a man he would have met via Facebook.
Fortunately, the minor has already been handed over to her parents by the police and it seems that it was all a classic infatuation; those themes of the heart that lead teenagers to do crazy things.
Notwithstanding which, it is a warning sign for parents against possible dangers that could occur in the social network Facebook and in other networks. Fortunately, Kovi is fine and nothing to regret has happened, but that may not always be the case.
Facebook can be used by sexual predators
On the Internet - as everywhere - there are unscrupulous and heartless beings that swarm in search of unstable adolescents. They are the well-known sexual predators, who more than once have brought pain and misfortune to families throughout the world.
They tend to appear harmless and in many cases they undermine the defense of the potential victim, gaining their trust little by little. It's a process that can take weeks, - and thank goodness - it doesn't always work out for them. But in cases where they succeed, victims may never return home.
What do we parents do to prevent our children from being victims of sexual predators on social networks?
As an expectant parent - one reason I haven't written very often - I believe that children need a certain degree of control, but beyond that, the first-hand information we can give them is vital to prevent them from being victims of these predators.
Naturally, the entrepreneurs behind social media are also aware of the dangers that can be generated through these powerful communication tools. Being tools, they can be used for good or bad. However, it is worth emphasizing that the most valid and effective action is the one that begins at home. And it is with accurate information that the greater evils can be avoided.
For example, adolescents should be alerted to the many ways they can be approached by these subjects. Some of those ways are detailed below.
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With a false identity.
They may approach the boy / girl with a false identity, for example as another teenager or as an older and seemingly harmless person.
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Through advertisements that interest teens.
For example, indicating that free music or free tickets to concerts or some other type of advertisement is offered that attracts the attention of adolescents. Then they ask you for some way to get in touch; eg MSN or other type of messaging.
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For suggestive profile photos.
Predators may post photos - not always of them - suggestive of beautiful teenagers and indicate that they want to date equally attractive girls / boys.
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With (false) promises of money, an artistic career or in modeling.
Perhaps it is the technique most used by predators. It is even known of cases in some countries in which studies have been set up that operate with operating permits and yet dedicated to abusing adolescents who come through this type of promise.
Those are just a few of the ways I've seen predators act over the years on the web. But, I am sure that there may be many more, in any case if the reader knows something more about the subject, please, leave it in the comments to update the post. It is the life and integrity of our adolescents and children that we are talking about.
We must educate our adolescents to reject all possible physical contact with other people they have met through the network.
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Well, this is this page to guide parents and know the constant dangers that our children are and sometimes one does not know because they do not have the orientation of what all this is about the internet, thanks ruth
It is highly pleasant for me to bring to the memory and the highest humanistic feeling of my dear colleagues, co-users of this beautiful and spectacular communication route, the immense enjoyment derived from one of the irrefutable didactic jewels of ecological inspiration, seasoned with careful environmental guidelines and destined to promote our love for Mother Nature identified as: "LETTER FROM CHIEF SEATTLE TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES" whose content I allow myself to be transcribed as follows:
“The President of the United States, Franklin Pierce, sent an offer in 1854 to Chief Seattle, of the Suwamish tribe, to buy from him the Northwest Territories of the United States that today form the State of Washington. In return, the respectable ruler promises to create a "reservation" for the indigenous people. In 1855 Chief Seattle responds to President Franklin Pierce ”to the tenor of the following monumental oratory piece:
“(…) The Great White Chief of Washington has ordered to let us know that he wants to buy the land from us. The Great White Chief has also sent us words of friendship and good will. We greatly appreciate this kindness, because we know that our friendship does little for you. We are going to consider your offer because we know that, if we don't, the white man could come with his firearms to take our lands. The Great White Chief of Washington will be able to take Chief Seattle at his word with the same certainty that he awaits the return of the stations. As the unchanging stars are my words, how can you buy or sell the sky or the warmth of the earth? That is a weird idea for us. If no one can possess the freshness of the wind or the brilliance of the water, how can you propose to buy them? Every piece of this land is sacred to my people. Every bright branch of a pine tree, every handful of sand on the beaches, the gloom of the dense jungle, every ray of light and the buzzing of insects are sacred in the memory and life of my people. The sap that runs through the bodies of the trees carries with it the history of the red skin. The dead of the white man forget their land of origin when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful land, because she is the mother of the red-skinned man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The scented flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, are our brothers. The rocky peaks, the damp furrows of the countryside, the body heat of the colt and the man, all belong to the same family. For this reason, when the Great White Chief in Washington sends word that he wants to buy our land, he asks a lot from us. The Great White Chief says that he will reserve for us a place where we can live satisfied. He will be our father and we will be his children. Therefore, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But that will not be easy. This land is sacred for us. This bright water that runs down streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each reflection on the clean waters of the lakes speaks of events and memories of the life of my people. The murmur of the rivers is the voice of my ancestors. Rivers are our brothers, they satisfy our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our lands, you must remember and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours too. Therefore, you must give the rivers the kindness that you would dedicate to any brother. We know that the white man does not understand our customs. For him a piece of land has the same meaning as any other, because he is a stranger who comes at night and extracts from the land what he needs. The earth is not his sister but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he continues on his way. He leaves behind the graves of his ancestors and doesn't care. He steals from the earth what would be his children and he does not care. The burial of his father and the rights of his children are forgotten. He treats his mother, earth, brother, and heaven as things that can be bought, looted, sold like rams or colorful ornaments. His appetite will devour the land, leaving behind only a desert. I do not understand, our customs are different from yours. Maybe it's because I'm a savage and I don't understand. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place where you can hear the blossoming of leaves in the spring or the flapping of an insect's wings. But maybe it is because I am a wild man and I do not understand. The noise seems to only insult the ears. What is left of life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of a bird or the nightly croaking of frogs around a lake? I'm a red skin man and I do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft murmur of the wind ruffling the surface of the lake, and the wind itself, cleaned by a daytime rain or perfumed by the pines. Air is of great value to the red-skinned man, because all things share the same air - the animal, the tree, the man - they all share the same breath. It seems that the white man does not feel the air he breathes. As a dying person is numb to the stench. But if we sell our land to the white man, he must remember that air is valuable to us, that air shares its spirit with the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandparents their first breath also received its last breath. If we sell you our land, you must keep it intact and sacred, as a place where even the white man can savor the wind sweetened by the flowers of the meadows. Therefore, we are going to meditate on the offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will impose a condition: the white man must treat the animals of this earth as his brothers. I am a wild man and I do not understand any other way to act. I saw a thousand buffalo rotting on the plain, abandoned by the white man who shot them down from a passing train. I am a wild man and I do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo, which we sacrifice only to survive. What is the man without animals? If all the animals left, man would die of a great loneliness of spirit, because what happens to animals will soon happen to men. There is a union in everything. You must teach your children that the ground under their feet is their grandparents' ashes. To respect the land, tell your children that it was enriched by the lives of our people. Teach your children what we teach ours, that the earth is our mother. Everything that happens to the earth will happen to the children of the earth. If men spit on the ground, they are spitting on themselves. This is what we know: the earth does not belong to man; it is man who belongs to the earth. This is what we know: all things are related like the blood that unites a family. There is a union in everything. What happens to the earth will fall on the children of the earth. Man did not weave the fabric of life; he is simply one of her threads. Whatever he does to the fabric, he will do it to himself. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks like him, from friend to friend, cannot be exempt from common destiny. It's possible that we're siblings, in spite of everything. We will see. Of one thing we are sure that the white man will one day discover: our God is God himself. You may think that you own it, as you wish to possess our land; but it is not possible, He is the God of man, and his compassion is the same for the red-skinned man as for the white-skinned man. The earth is precious, and to despise it is to despise its creator. The whites will also pass; maybe faster than all the other tribes. Contaminate your beds and one night you will be suffocated by your own waste. When they strip us of this land, you will shine brightly illuminated by the force of the God who brought you to these lands and for some special reason gave you dominion over the land and over the red-skinned man. This destiny is a mystery to us, because we do not understand that the buffalo are exterminated, the wild horses are all tamed, the secret corners of the dense forest are impregnated with the scent of many men and the vision of the mountains obstructed by threads of speech. What has happened to the thick forest? He disappeared. What has happened to the eagle? He disappeared. Life is over.
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