This is what I was waiting for. For someone to ask Brock Allen Turner what makes him feel entitled to not only commit such a heinous act but also that he could get away with it.
Rape culture, specifically on college campuses is a huge issue. A few mandatory seminars on how to be "smart about drinking" or "tips for women to stay safe" and campuses think they are addressing the problem. Hardly, if anything I feel it perpetuates rape culture on campuses. That if women choose to partake, that they ultimately are putting them selves at risk. And even if a woman choose she does not want to. We are still taught to not walk alone at night, to walk together in groups, to always look over our shoulders.
Responses I've heard about Stanford Suvivor:
"can you believe that?"
"how could someone do something like that?"
"what he did was disgusting!"
"I feel bad for that poor girl."
And none of these things address the heart of the manner. Our contemporary culture breeds boys and men to feel powerful over women. And in that power the entitlement to take.
It must have been wrenching — to relive what he did to you all over again. But you did it anyway, in the hope that your strength might prevent this crime from happening to someone else. Your bravery is breathtaking.
You are a warrior — with a solid steel spine.
I do not know your name — but I know that a lot of people failed you that terrible January night and in the months that followed.
"You were failed by a culture on our college campuses where
one in five women is sexually assaulted"
Anyone at that party who saw that you were incapacitated yet looked the other way and did not offer assistance. Anyone who dismissed what happened to you as “just another crazy night.” Anyone who asked “what did you expect would happen when you drank that much?” or thought you must have brought it on yourself.
"clear and simple truth: Sex without consent is rape."
You were failed by a culture on our college campuses where one in five women is sexually assaulted — year after year after year. A culture that promotes passivity. That encourages young men and women on campuses to simply turn a blind eye.
The statistics on college sexual assault haven’t gone down in the past two decades. It’s obscene, and it’s a failure that lies at all our feet.
And you were failed by anyone who dared to question this one clear and simple truth: Sex without consent is rape. Period. It is a crime.
I do not know your name — but thanks to you, I know that heroes ride bicycles.
Like I tell college students all over this country — it’s on us. All of us.
We all have a responsibility to stop the scourge of violence against women once and for all.
I do not know your name — but I see your unconquerable spirit.
I see the limitless potential of an incredibly talented young woman — full of possibility. I see the shoulders on which our dreams for the future rest.
"we all have a responsibility to stop the scourge of
violence against women"
I see you.
You will never be defined by what the defendant’s father callously termed “20 minutes of action.”
His son will be.
I join your global chorus of supporters, because we can never say enough to survivors: I believe you. It is not your fault.
What you endured is never, never, never, NEVER a woman’s fault.
And while the justice system has spoken in your particular case, the nation is not satisfied.
And that is why we will continue to speak out.
We will speak of you — you who remain anonymous not only to protect your identity, but because you so eloquently represent “every woman.”
We will make lighthouses of ourselves, as you did — and shine.
Your story has already changed lives.
You have helped change the culture.
You have shaken untold thousands out of the torpor and indifference towards sexual violence that allows this problem to continue.
"You have shaken untold thousands out of the torpor and indifference towards sexual violence that allows
this problem to continue."
Your words will help people you have never met and never will.
You have given them the strength they need to fight.
And so, I believe, you will save lives.
I do not know your name — but I will never forget you.
The millions who have been touched by your story will never forget you.
And if everyone who shared your letter on social media, or who had a private conversation in their own homes with their daughters and sons, draws upon the passion, the outrage, and the commitment they feel right now the next time there is a choice between intervening and walking away — then I believe you will have helped to change the world for the better.