A response. A more powerful one you could not ask for:

When I think of the future for my child and her peers, it is not the rapist, the abuser, or the paedophile whom I fear.  It is the C Smyths of this world, who with their genuine personal tragedy, their understandable choice, deny the humanity of another and openly declare: you are not one of us.   

In the spirit of the tragedies of old, somehow sharing the drama with the polis in a national newspaper eases the pain, atones for the crime, and appeases the gods. 

And of course, the offender is banished from the city.