Andray to John School
Andray's trip to "John School" sounds like a good time, I guess. "The seminar features lectures by police officers and prosecutors on the laws regarding prostitution, safe sex and the dangers associated with soliciting prostitutes," our story today says. By the way, I can't believe I'm writing a second hooker-related post today.
Anyhow, I was looking for some more context on what Andray's day would be like, and luckily, The Post has already written a lengthy profile of exactly what's involved at John School, so let's quote from that generously:
A tweed-jacketed yuppie pulls a copy of the Harvard Business Review out of his briefcase and kills time by highlighting sections from an article. He sits at the base of a group of desks arranged in a U. A large window overlooks the parking lot.
Next to him a group of young men in baggy jeans and oversize sneakers are bantering about their cell phone ring tones, less willing to settle down under the fluorescent lights. A rabbi stares out at the sky with an unreadable expression, while a white-haired father of two fiddles with his lunchbox. His wife helped him pack it, thinking he was going on a fishing trip.
Black or white, rich or poor, recent immigrant or part of Washington's elite -- the main thing they have in common is that they are all men who have been busted for soliciting a prostitute. Or rather soliciting an undercover cop -- an unfortunate mistake that led to their arrival here in the police training academy in Southeast Washington, next to the sewage treatment plant.
"Welcome to John School," says a jovial man striding in front of a blackboard still covered with the chalky remains of a lesson in policing.
People of different backgrounds coming together, how fun! Yuppie, meet Andray. Andray, meet Rabbi. The story continues with a speech from the jovial man, detective Mark Gilkey.
"I know what you're thinking: That we should be out enforcing homicides. What you did is not that bad. Mr. Happy was talking to me and I lost my mind," says Gilkey, smiling beneath his mustache, and the men chuckle in recognition.
Whoa whoa whoa. Mr. Happy made his way into The Washington Post? And then he started talking to Andray? The reporter talked to some of the men in John School, none of whom were reported to be NBA players. This was a jazz musician:
"You don't have to look far. Look at President Clinton. We can't control ourselves like we should. Even happily married men are looking for sex, and if you are, a prostitute is better than a decent woman," he says.
"A decent woman is not going to have sex anytime soon, and she may end up causing trouble for your wife. A prostitute is simpler and cheaper."
Seriously, this isn't how I want to go out before Labor Day Weekend. You can read the rest of this yourself, if you like. It's bloody depressing.
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