Dear Lachele, Andrea, Tamara, Beth, Barbara, Joan, Linda, Janice, Therese, Louisa, Renita, and Angela,
My heart goes out to you. That’s about all I can say. I’d love to say something profound; your situation certainly warrants that. But when I think of you the only profound thing that comes is a feeling of profound sadness.
A rape survivor I worked with in therapy for a period of time told me once that she loved to watch Law and Order SVU (Special Victims Unit) because in contrast to the long ordeal of her personal experience, in the TV show she could depend on sexual assault cases being resolved in an hour. Tonight my husband and I watched an episode of Blue Bloods, another one-hour show. In this episode a college freshman who was raped at a party sought out the help of a family friend who was a prosecutor in the District Attorney’s office. After initial review, the prosecutor realized that they had no evidence and thus further legal proceedings would not result in the conviction of the rapist. But upon further investigation, she found out that there had indeed been evidence – the victim’s blood-stained skirt. The college President hid this evidence during the school’s administrative hearing and she kept it a secret again in response to the new subpoena for all evidence. Ultimately, though the young man who raped the girl wasn’t brought to justice, the President of the college was arrested for the obstruction of justice. At the end of the episode the camera zoomed in on the face of the girl who had been raped. There was a look of satisfaction on her face; of relief, and healing.
Healing is what I wish for you, along with the comfort of being surrounded by people who love you, and the guidance of wise counsel.