I would like to speak out about women who make assault claims against men years after the event occurred. I believe I have the right to speak on this, as I was a victim of a brutal attack in October of 1972.
When I was 17, I went to a haunted house. I was at the end of the line as we passed through the first room, and just before I went through the second doorway, a man who was working for the haunted house reached up, grabbed my right arm, twisted it behind my back and pulled me down in a pit. I screamed my head off, but everyone else in the building was screaming, too. (what a perfect set up for a pervert)
As soon as I figured out the Calvary was not coming, me and this guy began to fight like two junk yard dogs. (I forgot to mention I was a farm girl with an older brother, so this was not my first knock down drag out fight) I found a board in the darkness and smacked him right across his face, I kneed him in the groin at least twice, found the board again and cracked him across the knees and the back of his shoulders. He had me by the neck and was shaking me for a while, he pulled out a chunk of my hair, ripped my shirt to shreds and left long deep scratches down both of my arms. Finally I body slammed him up against the wall and was trying to climb out of the pit, when he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back in, and I proceeded to kick and hit and bite until he decided I was more trouble than he had bargained for, and he threw me through a door where I tumbled down some concrete steps and came to rest on the lawn. He came out of the house and was standing on the porch under a light, and I still can’t tell you what he looked like, other than he was about 6’ tall, blonde and was wearing a local college sweatshirt. I know my first swing of the board got him good, because he had blood running down his face and it was all over my shirt as well. I jumped up and took off running for my car, locked all the doors, bawled n squalled for a bit, then drove home to get my dad!!!
The police said the haunted house was sponsored by a local radio station, and that the local college had provided many young men to work as volunteers. They lined up five blonde guys, all wearing jeans and the same college sweatshirt, all with a bloody bandage around their foreheads and asked if I could identify my attacker. I could not then, nor could I today.
However, let’s say one of the guys in the line up was now up for confirmation for the supreme court. A reporter finds out he was in that line up back in 1972 and hunts me down. He shows me pictures from the guys college yearbook, and current pictures of the candidate as well. Just to make it a little more believable, let’s say the Judge applicant has a scar across his forehead. The reporter asks me if I can identify this guy as my attacker—and I say “no”. So, then he changes the question, “can I be sure he wasn’t my attacker”? Well-no.
The reporter “leaks” my story days before the confirmation hearing, and pictures of the Supreme Court nominee are plastered all over every type of media, stating it is possible, even probable, this man was my attacker. At the point this story hits the news, the truth no longer matters. The man’s reputation is ruined. The accusations made can never be put back in the bottle. He and his family will suffer forever and a day. His life will never be the same. His career is over. His kids must live with this hanging over their heads, their friends stop coming to their house for sleepovers. No one wants him to coach the girls’ basketball team anymore. Reporters are camped outside his home day and night.
Now they haul me off to a congressional committee and corner me into saying that I am not sure he was not the attacker. They have me recount everything I can remember about that night, they prove he was working in the haunted house, they have documents where his friends say he frequently drank beer and he was a mean drunk. They find the other four guys in the original lineup and none of them have a scar on their face. They bring papers from hundreds of people who can say I have told them of this incident. (I tell everyone I meet not to let their kids go to haunted houses) They drag out pictures of me with a bloody nose, black eye, swollen lip and horrific scratches and bruises all around my neck. They believe my testimony—they show me crying on TV. They say I am wonderful as a witness, what courage, what a testimony! Everyone agrees, something horrific happened to me that night!!!! People feel sorry for me, they write me letters of support and tell me stories of their own. They open GO FUND ME pages and raise more than a million dollars to cover my expenses, after all, I am the victim here!
Now, to prove the man was (or, God forbid, was not) my attacker, he must be investigated by the FBI! What defense does this man have? Yes, he was there. Yes, he sometimes had a beer. Yes, he was in the lineup. Yes, he has a scar consistent with my story of smacking my attacker across the head with a board. Yes, he attended that college but so did about 1000 other guys.
The other guys working at the haunted house that night say it wasn’t him, they admit he may have had a beer or two, but they said they know he didn’t do it. They say he was working a different room and they don’t remember him leaving his station. The accused has an impeccable record for all the years of his adult life. He has never before been accused of anything so vile. Everyone who knows this man said something like this type of attack is not in his character.
Still, it is obvious something terrible happened to me that night, and he could be the guy. That should be enough to destroy any attempt for him to sit on the supreme court, and well, that is all the democrats need. Just enough to question his character. No matter how many lives of common people have been drug through the mud. If anyone has the temerity to defend the man in question, they will be destroyed as well, and the body count will grow. Truth has no place in the U S government. They do not care if this allegation is true or not, only that it can be used as a weapon in their war against America.
Have we come to the place that we are going to believe every accusation, that everyone is guilty until proven innocent? I believe most women could point out some man they have worked with who would be guilty of sexual harassment by today’s standards. I also believe most teenage girls could name a guy in their school who is a big flirt and tries to grab their bum at every opportunity. I do believe every complaint should be heard and investigated, but I do not believe every man is guilty until proven innocent. I believe most women are truthful, I know there are others who are not. I believe some men are liars, but I believe there are just as many, if not more, who are not! I also do not believe we should turn our heads when things are “leaked” to the news media and do nothing. I think the FBI should hunt those guys down and prosecute them!
If we are going to concede that every man is guilty until proven innocent anytime someone comes up with a creepy story from ten-twenty-thirty-forty even fifty years ago, no decent person will ever want to run for any public office or take any appointment in service of our country! Who would want to put themselves, and their families, in the line of fire?
Do all the members of congress believe we the people are too ignorant to notice every time a conservative begins to win any type of electoral race that suddenly some woman jumps up and screams “25 years ago he took advantage of me!” It is ridiculous. It has come to the place where democrats and republicans alike are so disgusting. There are a handful I think are honorable, but the majority are enemies of the people.
If anything beneficial should come of this circus we are watching unfold between Judge Kavanaugh and Dr. Ford, I hope it is a new law that states after five years, if you have been sitting on some sexual assault information, it is null and void. The exception is for children who would have until age 25 to reveal their information.
I know many women will say I am cruel and do not understand how painful their situation was, how they just cannot talk about it. If that is the case, I hope someday you find the strength to go to a place that can help you recover. If you are one of the few (who by the way, give legitimate victims a bad name) who feel they must hold their secret until they see their perpetrator on television or in a position of power, or want to jump on the bandwagon when someone else makes the first accusation, then I am less likely to find your story believable. Sorry.
So, here is the thing. We need to make a more level playing field. If you are planning to make an accusation against anyone about pretty much anything except murder, from more than five years ago, the chances of them being able to defend themselves diminish greatly. I mean, how many of you know where you were, whom you were with, what you were wearing and what you were doing on October 13, 1972? Probably not many, other than me.