observations and opinion
Words fail to properly capture the disgust we must feel, in reaction to the sentence afforded the Stanford Rapist, and in response to his father’s implacably ignorant, self-serving and appalling defence of his son:
“Twenty minutes of action.” There’s a phrase that will live in infamy.
We all love our children, so Stanford Rapist Dad, as he must forever be known, is understandably broken up about the injury inflicted on his son, by his son. It would be more impressive if he loved his son enough to see his son’s sin, and to demonstrate to his son a modicum of decency and empathy towards the victim.
But in all likelihood, Stanford Rapist is a good reflection of the upbringing and values Stanford Rapist Dad has so clearly demonstrated here.
I have some thoughts for Stanford Rapist Dad to think about, if he is capable of thinking:
Is it possible that the victim and her family have feelings, too? Is it possible that the victim will live the rest of her life, at least part of the time, knowing that she is someone who was raped? You know the answer to that.
Will the victim try, most days, to believe she is overcoming a disaster? But will she feel in her gut, despite the facts, that she is somehow to blame? And will she ache inside most days, for a moment or two or more, for the rest of her life? You know the answer.
Will she ever be the person she was going to be, before she was raped? You know the answer to that too. She might be stronger, she might be wiser, she might be braver, but at a cost which only she – and those who have suffered the same violation – can know.
This sickening crime and its sickening aftermath must be put to some use. That is up to the rest of us.
We pat ourselves on the back for being civilized, advanced and sophisticated people in 21st Century North America. But how different is the behaviour of the Stanford Rapist or Stanford Rapist Dad, really, from the behaviour of any other rapist or apologist we have ever known of here or anywhere else on earth, or in history? Not very different at all.
We should congratulate ourselves on what we have built, on the progress we are making, on what we have made better. But we should remember that the enemies of civilization aren’t just dressed like the Taliban – they’re walking around college campuses and driving their sons to basketball games. They’re in the cubicle next to you.
The struggle for the rights of women in our society, and in other societies, will be an eternal struggle. And it must be an eternal struggle, because if we relent, we will be pulled back to the dark past that seems to lurk inside so many people.
Like Dan Turner, and his little boy Brock.