http://news.yahoo.com/ncaaf--jerry-...t-victims-heroes-penn-state-civil-suits-.html Jerry Sandusky the monster is held accountable and his sex abuse victims are heroes for testifying By Dan Wetzel Yahoo! Sports 52 mins ago BELLEFONTE, Pa. â€“ Juror No. 4, the foreman, gray-haired and middle-aged, stood high in the back row of the jurors' box, looked down at some sheets of paper, then at Jerry Sandusky and began to deliver a verdict a long, sad time coming. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Of involuntary deviate sexual intercourse. Of indecent assault. Of endangering the welfare of children. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Of terrorizing the poorest and most vulnerable of this area's youth. Of abusing his fame as a former Penn State defensive coordinator. Of conducting a charade of charitable work to supposedly help children. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Forty-five times it rang out. Juror No. 4 hammered each one home with the independent force each one deserved. There were just three charges Sandusky escaped on. After each of those not guilty counts, it seemed that the foreman raised his voice as he returned to this parade of guilty verdicts. He seemed to make sure each count deserved its own moment to linger, to emphasize the torture and pain and shattered innocence it produced. Oral sex. Anal sex. Fondling. One despicable act worse than the next. This here was a night of redemption, a predator laid bare with nowhere to hide, with no more lies to tell, with no one left to save him. "Mr. Sandusky," Judge John Cleland said when this dramatic, nearly eight-minute condemnation was finally, fully read, "you have been found guilty by a jury of your peers." [snip] Moments later Sandusky gave a quick wave to his family as he was led out sheriff's deputies. Judge Cleland will sentence him formally in about 90 days. The 68-year-old faces up to 442 years behind bars, or what might as well be forever and ever and ever some more. His defense attorney, Joe Amendola, hinted at an appeal, but it likely would be fruitless. On the other side of the courtroom, Victim No. 6, who as an 11 year-old in 1998 was abused by Sandusky in a Penn State locker room shower, an act that was investigated but never prosecuted, laid his head on the top of the bench in front of him and sobbed uncontrollably. He was soon hugging family members who had joined him. "I'm just overwhelmed," he said, now a grown man, strong and no longer timid in the face of an old pathetic coach. Soon reporters were racing out of the courthouse, set to break the news of the guilty verdict to a huge throng that had gathered on the steps. Dottie Sandusky was kneeling by then in front of her family, trying to provide comfort when the word of the verdict hit the masses. The roaring cheers and screams of joy swept right through the courthouse door, up the stairs and into the second-floor courtroom. They startled Dottie, whose head snapped up at the noise and then sunk down as she realized the people of Centre County were celebrating her husband's demise. [snip] For at least 15 years Sandusky quietly stalked this idyllic, Rockwellian community, preying on its most susceptible boys. Using his Second Mile charity to meet at-risk kids, he often fostered relationships with the poor, the fatherless, the troubled or even simply the bored. In one haunting bit of testimony, Victim No. 4 recounted that he compartmentalized the sexual abuse from Sandusky, and endured teasing from classmates who suspected something inappropriate because he had so few positives in his life. The chance to leave his little town and troubled home for afternoons hanging around the Penn State football program were enough, he testified. "I thought, 'I didn't want to lose this. This is something good happening to me,' " he said. This, time and again, is whom Sandusky chose to target, to trick, to molest, to injure forever. Under the auspicious of mentorship, he stripped them of their innocence and left them in a confused heap in an empty locker room or alone in a dark basement, used and discarded on some creepy waterbed. [snip] On and on it went. Years and years and years. Incident and incident and incident. Until finally, deep into a warm Friday night, Juror 4 stood up in that box, representing 11 other citizens that had poured over each and every allegation during 21 hours of deliberation, and read from those papers. Finally, it was over for Sandusky. Finally, the deception and protection were gone. Finally, this once hulking man, backed by the prestige of Nittany Lion football, propped up by the illusion of charitable work, had nowhere to run, no tale to tell, no one capable of keeping him from facing the awful truth of his life. Guilty. Guilty. Damn Guilty.