back?”
I frowned.
“It wasn’t like that. He was just walking with me up the stairs. I thought he was being polite.” But, the more he spoke with her, she knew exactly what it was like. She had been taken advantage of by a bunch of very sly, manipulative and experienced college guys who purposefully gave her a drug that would make her cooperative and probably have no sensible memory of the event.
“Do you go off with people you don’t know often?” The officer’s tone began to sound accusatory.
“Officer….what’s your name? No, I don’t. I don’t go anywhere with anyone I don’t know. Like I told you, this was the first time I had even been to a party. But I was worried about my friend. And they gave me coffee with something in it that I didn’t know about.”
“But do you usually accept drinks or other things from people that you don’t know?”
“Of course not.”
“But you did last night?” He looked down and began writing in his notepad.
“Look. I was gang-raped last night by people I don’t know.” It was the first time she had actually said it. She felt like she was in a Lifetime movie. “THEY are the criminals. You have their blood types, I understand. Do you have fingerprints? There had to be something in the room – have you looked? Shouldn’t you be interviewing people who were at that party to find out who was there after two o’clock in the morning?”
“ You were there after two o’clock in the morning.” He shook his head and said, “thank you, Ms. Stanton. I think I have everything for right now. I’ll be back later, OK? If we find out anything, we’ll let you know. I hope you start feeling better.”
“But what are you going to do?”
He stopped and looked at her. “Look, Jasmine. May I call you Jasmine? You were at a party after two in the morning. You willingly drank coffee that was given to you and have no proof that you didn’t know about the meth in the coffee. You invited – ASKED – for their help and they went with you. You walked into the room and you participated in this – incident, for lack of a better, less respectful word.”
They both got silent. “There really weren’t any perpetrators.”
“But what about my injuries? Doesn’t that prove assault? It’s OK for them to hurt me and injure me in the ways that I have been violated?”
“But they had your permission. You didn’t fight back. There’s no sign of anything in the room except for your clothes off of your body and no sign of struggle except for an exceptionally erotic party. If I were you, I’m not so sure about how much of this I would want people to know about. I’m sure the boys are doing a great job of that for you.”
He left the room and I felt completely alone. He made it clear that what had happened to me was partly my fault and he almost made it sound like I had asked for it to happen. My body and my head really hurt and I hit the nurse’s button.
She came in and I asked her to speak to the doctor once more. He came in shortly after that. I asked him to explain exactly what my injuries were and when I could expect to leave.
He asked if the police had explained everything to me.
“Yes, I know that I was gang-raped by seven different people. What if I catch something or get pregnant? How am I going to know what all has happened to me?”
He explained that my rectum had been torn and I had several stitches in both my rectum and in my vagina. He explained that my left
I frowned.
“It wasn’t like that. He was just walking with me up the stairs. I thought he was being polite.” But, the more he spoke with her, she knew exactly what it was like. She had been taken advantage of by a bunch of very sly, manipulative and experienced college guys who purposefully gave her a drug that would make her cooperative and probably have no sensible memory of the event.
“Do you go off with people you don’t know often?” The officer’s tone began to sound accusatory.
“Officer….what’s your name? No, I don’t. I don’t go anywhere with anyone I don’t know. Like I told you, this was the first time I had even been to a party. But I was worried about my friend. And they gave me coffee with something in it that I didn’t know about.”
“But do you usually accept drinks or other things from people that you don’t know?”
“Of course not.”
“But you did last night?” He looked down and began writing in his notepad.
“Look. I was gang-raped last night by people I don’t know.” It was the first time she had actually said it. She felt like she was in a Lifetime movie. “THEY are the criminals. You have their blood types, I understand. Do you have fingerprints? There had to be something in the room – have you looked? Shouldn’t you be interviewing people who were at that party to find out who was there after two o’clock in the morning?”
“ You were there after two o’clock in the morning.” He shook his head and said, “thank you, Ms. Stanton. I think I have everything for right now. I’ll be back later, OK? If we find out anything, we’ll let you know. I hope you start feeling better.”
“But what are you going to do?”
He stopped and looked at her. “Look, Jasmine. May I call you Jasmine? You were at a party after two in the morning. You willingly drank coffee that was given to you and have no proof that you didn’t know about the meth in the coffee. You invited – ASKED – for their help and they went with you. You walked into the room and you participated in this – incident, for lack of a better, less respectful word.”
They both got silent. “There really weren’t any perpetrators.”
“But what about my injuries? Doesn’t that prove assault? It’s OK for them to hurt me and injure me in the ways that I have been violated?”
“But they had your permission. You didn’t fight back. There’s no sign of anything in the room except for your clothes off of your body and no sign of struggle except for an exceptionally erotic party. If I were you, I’m not so sure about how much of this I would want people to know about. I’m sure the boys are doing a great job of that for you.”
He left the room and I felt completely alone. He made it clear that what had happened to me was partly my fault and he almost made it sound like I had asked for it to happen. My body and my head really hurt and I hit the nurse’s button.
She came in and I asked her to speak to the doctor once more. He came in shortly after that. I asked him to explain exactly what my injuries were and when I could expect to leave.
He asked if the police had explained everything to me.
“Yes, I know that I was gang-raped by seven different people. What if I catch something or get pregnant? How am I going to know what all has happened to me?”
He explained that my rectum had been torn and I had several stitches in both my rectum and in my vagina. He explained that my left
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