After having had a stalker (who was hospitalized for attempted suicide, diagnosed with a severe mental imbalance, and had a history of predatory violations) I can tell you that changed my view of things, especially when the object of his obsession became my daughter.
"To whom do you want to give the power to make those subjective judgments, Regina?"
I want the power to know who's knocking on my door, inquiring upon my daughter. Fair is fair. Is this a good person/stable of mind making the inquiry? Or one that will terrorize her when she kindly declines advances, fixate upon her and make her responsible for his current confusions and depressions, who then subsequently and horrifically kills himself (and not without making sure she knew it, and if he could have gotten to her he'd taken her with him). Call it Mother’s Intuition, but the authorities wouldn’t operate or act on my intuition. They didn’t have any faith in my judgment, at first.
I’m responsible for protecting her and keeping her safe. I suspected something, acted on it, and I’m grateful I did, but there were powerless moments, accusations upon my bearing, and contention with how I handled things. Turns out, I was right about my “vibes.” I made a point to be there and I knew things would escalate into something I couldn’t handle alone anymore, let alone my daughter who was 15 at the time.
"I certainly hope it's not someone who, having opened and examined those cans, decides that YOU should be kept away from your daughter and others?"
If I was to ever be a danger or a threat to her life, yes, I hope someone would remove me. She'd deserve a better environment and so would all others who have to live in fear for their lives.
"That's the power you're giving them, after all. Frankly, I'm not sure I share your apparent faith in the judgment of others."
I have faith that all humans err. It doesn’t take someone with supreme judgment to know the difference between a metaphorical skeleton in your closet and a dead body or the real threat of one. God forbid it to be plural. But again, I can’t say that I wouldn’t want people knowing about my history if, in fact, I have a true need to know about theirs due to direct and very personal involvement.
Circumstances given: I'd say that I was the one who was misjudged, underestimated, exposed, and on trial for what I felt. Let it be. She's still with me.