Commentary: Something rotten in Sonoma County
When I first drafted what became a life-changing article, "Stop empowering predators like Foppoli," I included a section about the private high school I attended: Sonoma Academy. The section never went to print in part because the story was not on the public record. Today, thanks to the bravery of Emma McAleavy, Clio Wilde, and other fellow alumni known as The Athena Project, I can finally share my thoughts on my high school Alma Mater's role in leaving the young people of Sonoma County vulnerable to sexual predation.
I attended private high school not because my family was wealthy ā we werenāt ā but because we were afraid of the homophobia in my hometown of Windsorās public school system. When I met other LGBTQIA+ youth who attended Windsor High School through the Santa Rosa nonprofit Positive Images, I learned my parentsā fears had been warranted. Sonoma Academy protected me from physically violent homophobia and name-calling.
However, it did not succeed in protecting me from predators. While I was never victimized by humanities instructor Marco Morrone, I was the opposite of surprised to learn he was fired last year after an internal investigation into allegations of misconduct with students.
I didnāt know the term ārape cultureā when I attended Sonoma Academy from 2005-2009. Yet, already my educational opportunities were being shaped by predators in my midst. Much like how Domonic Foppoliās tendencies were common knowledge amongst the women and femmes of Active 20-30, every potential target of Marcoās (we call teachers by their first names at Sonoma Academy) was aware that he was flirty with his favorite female students. I had also spoken to students who gleefully recounted flirting with him, and him flirting back. At the time it felt like rejection, but now I breathe a heavy sigh of relief and anger. Read that again: at the age of 16, I was openly discussing flirtation with a teacher with my peers. I can honestly say I felt like there was something āwrongā with me because Marco didnāt flirt with me.
I firmly believe that one of the reasons that Marcoās reign went on for so long is related to another one of Sonoma Academy failings during my time as a student: their lackluster mental health services. In theory, a competent counseling program would catch the kind of behavior Marco exhibited because students would be comfortable seeking help. When I attempted to take advantage of Sonoma Academy's mental health services, I went to see Carolyn McAleavy, who is a parent of Sonoma Academy students. If Carolyn's last name looks familiar, it is because one of her daughters is Emma McAleavy, the first student to report Marco to the school all the way back in 2007.
I would have preferred a counselor who gave me more space to express myself, and I found that she spent much of our sessions doing the talking. Even if she were the most talented counselor in the world, I believe that schools should endeavor to hire mental health practitioners who are not related to students. While Carolyn has retired, I am baffled by Sonoma Academy's insistence on keeping Ellie on staff after she has failed us so horribly. If women like Ellie and Carolyn ā the godmother and mother of one of Marcoās targets ā couldnāt step up for the students of Sonoma Academy, who could?
I first learned that Marco had been fired from Sonoma Academy in April 2021. On the 12th, I reached out to the Head of School, Tucker Foehl, to express that I thought the school should be making restitution to targets in order to cover the cost of mental health services related to Marcoās misconduct. Not only that, the school should be seeking out targets who may not have previously felt safe coming forward. I also said I thought there needed to be further investigation into who bore responsibility for allowing Marco to remain a teacher for so long.
My correspondence also expressed frustration about the sexual culture at large at Sonoma Academy, not just Marcoās behavior. When I received my sex education at Sonoma Academy, one (female) presenter offered the young women of my grade a hand job workshop to give us an alternative to just lying back and opening our legs for our boyfriends. There was no talk of LGBTQIA+ existence. I got nothing from that experience except shame for not being sexually active enough to need a hand job workshop.