Today I received an email from Shakespeare's Sister regarding one of the most egregious travesties of justice ever perpetrated by an American court. This will tell you what happened. There isn’t a woman reading right now whose gut hasn’t twisted sideways as she flashes back on the time something similar happened to her. I addressed this subject previously in Sometimes I Hear My Voice . You see I am a rape survivor – as is Shakespeare’s Sister, Klondike Kate, Amanda at Pandagon, Lauren at Feministe and about 100 million other women in this country. I was raped more than once – and, like the victim, I wasn’t believed. I was a child, and the religion my family practiced always considered the female to be the whore in any sexual circumstances – no matter the age.
So my rapists went free – and they did rape again; and again, and again – as will the men who brutalized that young girl. The judge in this case blamed the victim. No surprise there. He was following a precedent all too common in our courts; thirty years ago you had to be a ninety year old nun with witnesses to get a conviction - the same obviously holds true today. But this asshole went beyond even that – he prosecuted a traumatized child for false witness and sent her to jail where she will undoubtedly be raped again by her guards. The man needs to be taken out and horse-whipped till the ice water in his veins runs hot, and bleeds out as empty as his heart. Since such a scenario is unlikely, I suggest you contact Municipal Judge Peter A. Ackerman and tell him just how much you appreciate his medieval sense of justice. Oh – and tell him The Fat Lady Sings curses him into the very depths of hell.