CUANDO EL SENTIDO COMÚN SE PIERDE

The night after it happened, he said he didn’t know my name, said he wouldn’t be able to identify my face in a lineup, didn’t mention any dialogue between us, no words, only dancing and kissing. Dancing is a cute term; was it snapping fingers and twirling dancing, or just bodies grinding up against each other in a crowded room? I wonder if kissing was just faces sloppily pressed up against each other? When the detective asked if he had planned on taking me back to his dorm, he said no. When the detective asked how we ended up behind the dumpster, he said he didn’t know. He admitted to kissing other girls at that party, one of whom was my own sister who pushed him away. He admitted to wanting to hook up with someone. I was the wounded antelope of the herd, completely alone and vulnerable, physically unable to fend for myself, and he chose me. Sometimes I think, if I hadn’t gone, then this never would’ve happened. But then I realized, it would have happened, just to somebody else. You were about to enter four years of access to drunk girls and parties, and if this is the foot you started off on, then it is right you did not continue. The night after it happened, he said he thought I liked it because I rubbed his back. A back rub.

El clamor ante una injusticia silenciada por los medios y la ley ha llevado a una víctima de abuso sexual a relatarnos su lucha por medio de las redes sociales. https://www.buzzfeed.com/katiejmbaker/heres-the-powerful-letter-the-stanford-victim-read-to-her-ra?utm_term=.vow221dBo#.fvAXXOe2l

En las redes sociales se publicó una carta de una víctima de abuso sexual la cual ha quedado anónima y en su anonimato ha dado la vuelta al mundo. En esta carta se muestra el caso tal cual desde el punto de vista de la víctima, hecho no común entre las personas que han sufrido algún tipo de abuso, lleva un proceso que no podemos imaginarnos salvo por estar en una situación similar. El proceso jurídico se encuentra sujeto de huecos en la ley, todo depende si se tienen influencias, dinero o alguna ventaja por parte del victimario para evitar la sentencia predispuesta a “favorecer”. La actitud tan irracional de los padres que por proteger a su hijo son capaces de romper con el sentido común para obviar el delito claramente culposo. La influencia de los medios y redes sociales que una vez más no se cansan de pedir justicia ante las antiguas burocracias que gobiernan nuestros países.

Uno de los muchos casos de abuso sexual en las universidades pasan desapercibidos o desatendidos por las leyes en Estados Unidos, y probablemente en el resto del mundo, en donde la cultura del abuso forma parte de nuestra educación como una desgracia más de las que suceden en el resto del mundo. Pero en esta ocasión la víctima de un abuso sexual por parte de uno de los atletas prominentes de una prestigiosa universidad ha sido acusado por medio de las redes sociales y éstas reclaman justicia.

A life, one life, yours, you forgot about mine. Let me rephrase for you, I want to show people that one night of drinking can ruin two lives. You and me. You are the cause, I am the effect. You have dragged me through this hell with you, dipped me back into that night again and again. You knocked down both our towers, I collapsed at the same time you did. If you think I was spared, came out unscathed, that today I ride off into sunset, while you suffer the greatest blow, you are mistaken. Nobody wins. We have all been devastated, we have all been trying to find some meaning in all of this suffering. Your damage was concrete; stripped of titles, degrees, enrollment. My damage was internal, unseen, I carry it with me. You took away my worth, my privacy, my energy, my time, my safety, my intimacy, my confidence, my own voice, until today.

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