Saturday, June 23, 2018

The Things They Asked Me

And when I wanted to get him expelled
I had to go before this committee
Of these—

I think it was four men
Four white men
Older guys
And, uh, maybe three women?

And they didn’t talk, by the way
The women

They didn’t talk the entire time
So I don’t even know
Why they were there

Just for presentation, probably
They probably grabbed a few women
Off the street
And just sat them there
So they could say
I had a fair hearing

And they asked me questions
That were—

Well, as they were asking them
To me—

And maybe there’s a record of this
I don’t know
I’m sure there is, but—

I don’t—

I wouldn’t keep that on me
Or anything

I do remember
A lot of the questions though

They wanted to know
How long I had known him

They wanted to know
How much I’d been drinking
At the event we were at

They called it a party
It was not a party
It was just a small gathering
For the department
It was not some rave
Where people were getting
Drunk and high
Not that that matters at all

But I could tell the kind of—

This is the worst part
Is that you can tell
What kind of narrative
They’re setting up
And, in reality, there is no narrative
Where what he did is okay

But you’re kind of—

Negotiating the narrative
So that you wind up
With the result you want
And in order to do that
You sort of have to quietly concede
That there are some instances
Where what he did
Would be somewhat justified

And that, believe me, is the worst fucking part
Of the whole thing

So they’re asking me
About the party
I say ‘It wasn’t a party’

They asked me about
What I wore

Of course

Was I flirting with him?
Did I touch him?
Do I remember telling him
That I wanted to have sex with him

Then they rephrase the question
So it’s—

Did I remember telling him
That I wanted to have intercourse with him

Oral sex with him

That I wanted him to get naked with him

All of that

Like an interrogation

It was an interrogation
They were interrogating me

You know, you hear stories
About lawyers
Who used blaming the victim

This was—

They were supposed to be
An independent body
Or commission or whatever
Looking into this
And determining
What sort of punishment
He should have
And instead
They’re acting like his fucking lawyers

Have I used drugs before?
Had I used drugs that night?
Why do I think he did this?

They asked me
What I thought
His motivation was

Think about asking someone
The victim of a crime
Why they think
It happened to them

It’s like—

Don’t you think
I wish
I knew?

And I also wanted to say, to ask—

And why are you doing this to me?

This—

This inquisition
About my rape

Why is this happening?

And he didn’t get expelled
He didn’t even get suspended

He got some kind of mark on his record
That—who knows if it’ll even go on his record
I mean, I’ll never know

I’ll never know if it doesn’t

That was my experience
With them
With the school

And they made it very clear
That after they came to their decision
They wanted me to shut up

I mean, I felt threatened
From them, that panel of—

And from other people

There were threats

I can’t really go into it, but—

Trust me

There were threats
Aside from that

We live in a society
Where not only is it okay
For a man to rape you
But don’t you dare
Try to hold him accountable for it

Don’t you dare
Try to say it was wrong

There is a system set up
And that system
Is there for him

And, so, when you see this tidal wave
Of women now coming out
And saying ‘This is a problem’
And you hear other people saying—

Well, why does it have to be a tidal wave?

Why does it have to happen
At such a gigantic and, uh, seismic level—

It’s because we’re not just trying to root out
One or two guys
Who are bad—

Who are bad people

We are trying
To disrupt
A system

A system that would sit a woman down
And ask her if she asked her rapist
To rape her

They asked me
If I like rough sex

If I like aggressive sex

If, at any point while I was being raped,
I told him it felt good

That’s what we’re up against

Those are—

Those are the questions
We’re being asked, and—

And you wonder why somebody would look at that
And go ‘No thanks’

And stay silent

And just—

Just not try to do anything?

I wish I had done nothing

I wish I had just…

Never said anything
And just—

Just kept it
To myself

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