a friend texted me yesterday, while i was out running work errands, that he was crying over the sentencing in the rehtaeh parsons case.
remember her? rehtaeh. we aren't supposed to use her name. remember? remember how well reporting went for her? remember that there was a photograph of her rape, and still she was blamed and shamed and doubted and mocked? remember how cruel the world was to her? remember how she did not survive it? remember how we grieved when she died?
'why wouldn't a person report an assault?'
'we are having a watershed moment!'
i don't know what justice would look like, exactly. i don't. but i know this isn't it. i don't like prison as a catch-all. but i want something. i want something better than this. a system that rips a girl to shreds when she has already been broken apart.
the system is broken. the system is sick and rotting at its core.
'why wouldn't a person report an assault?'
'we are having a watershed moment!'
forgive me if i am not a believer. forgive me if i am too tired, even, to cry for her again. and for the ones who never got brought out into the public eye, whose assaults stayed 'community matters', who will never even come close to this non-justice-justice, to being heard and believed and cared for.
happy friday, don't forget.
