When I was a kid, my grandmother worked at one of the Catholic churches where the priest had been accused of sexually abusing children. I had been to this church, shaken this man's hand.
During this time, my grandma appeared on the news, wildly pleading, "He's a good man! He did nothing wrong!" I remember my father's crazed laughter as he manically searched for a VHS tape to record the scene.
That is, um, terrifying.