Elizabeth Willette
I was a senior studying at Appalachian
State University when I woke up with very little recollection of the
night before. More specifically, I woke up with little to no memory of
anything after the first beer I had at the bar near my apartment. My
roommate was out of town but I had met up with some friends to have a
drink. For those of you who don’t know, Appalachian State University is
a school with a small town, rural feel. When you go out at night, you
tend to know most of the people there and you recognize the rest. There
are no nightclubs and there is certainly no fear of someone slipping
rufilin into your locally brewed beer.
That semester had been a strange one for
me. My friend of a few years had started showing interest in me for the
first time. I am a blunt person and found no issue in explaining to
him that I was in no way interested in becoming anything more than
friends. He was what I called persistent; what I now call aggressive.
His behavior escalated with each confrontation until our mutual friends
stepped in, took him outside, and “took care of it”. The extremely
close talking, touching, unwanted kisses to my face and hands, continual
questions as to why I wouldn’t go on just one date grew into grabbing
and squeezing of my arms while he yelled at me for not giving us a
chance. I had started to get scared but felt much better about the
situation when our friends stepped in.
The night of the incident, he showed up
at the bar with our friends and offered to grab me a beer. That is the
last thing I remember clearly. When I awoke, fear and anxiety came over
me in a thick haze. I was fully clothed, confused, but the flashes of
memory were undeniable. I asked him to leave and he apologized several
times on the way out. I turned the shower on, sat down in the tub, and
cried.
It took two days for me to call my
sister. She ordered me to go to the police after hearing my story. She
was stern and realistic; she was exactly what I needed in such an
emotional time. I finally left my apartment and walked to the campus
police department. They were very supportive. I
was going to go to the hospital, get a rape kit done, try to prosecute,
go all out and try to get him. Especially since there were previous
incidents of harassment, I felt like we had a pretty strong case.
When the female officer handed me off to the male
detective at the hospital, I began to see that my case was going
nowhere, fast. My detective spoke with the rapist, who claimed I
consented while I was intoxicated, and concluded this wouldn’t be
admissible in court. I tried my hardest to reason with him, to explain
that there is no consent when you are too intoxicated to think clearly
or when you are drugged. It was clear that he did not comprehend the
most basic definition of consent in regards to North Carolina law. In a
later conversation, he told me that he thought the rapist was a nice
guy who seemed upset when spoken to about the situation. “He doesn’t
have a record, he is a good kid, and didn’t mean anything malicious by
it. I don’t think he’ll do it again.” With that, my case was
essentially closed. It was up to the district attorney to decide
whether or not to prosecute. My detective was the person who presented
the case and evidence gathered to the DA for the decision. The rape
kit was never processed and charges were never pressed.
The next few weeks were spent catching up
on missed school work, going to counseling to overcome my panic attacks
and flash backs, and running into the rapist. I spoke to no one on
campus as I was convinced that, because I had no evidence to prove
anything, they would dismiss me too. I lost most of my friends purely
out of fear and shame.
After a couple weeks, I quit my job at
the student union and contacted the student conduct board for help.
Seeing him daily was too much and I was on the verge of dropping out the
same semester I was scheduled to graduate.
I met with two Directors of the Student
Conduct Board to review my options in seeking justice and safety through
the student conduct system. After explaining my story, they seemed less
than optimistic that my hearing would result in anything at all.
My case involves being drugged thus I do
not remember much of the rape, though he admitted to knowing I was “very
intoxicated” and to having sex with me despite this knowledge. In
fact, he even texted me stating that he knew “what happened was
technically rape.” They explained that I not only had no evidence he
was aware of my state, but also no evidence of sex occurring because a) I
did not clearly remember the act itself and b) the rape kit was not
processed. He could go into the hearing and claim he made the story up
to sound cool and we would be left with a “he said, she said” debate.
She failed to explain that the harassment prior to the rape would have
sufficed in getting him off campus for that semester, something I found
out much later.
I was deterred from using the student
conduct system to find justice because the director lacked faith in her
own system, allowed the system to continue to function poorly, and
failed to inform me of my options to seek justice and protection.
My case resembles many and its outcome
encourages the belief that men can do whatever they want if the woman is
intoxicated or drugged. There is a slogan that the Red Flag Campaign
uses as example of a common belief among men which sums this up well:
“If I want to get some, I just have to get her wasted.”
I was one of many students in the No
Equal? No More! Campaign to end sexual violence on campus. I worked
with the Dean of Students and Chancellor Peacock to recognize issues
victims face and to find solutions. The campaign started in reaction to
several football players gang raping multiple students only to be
quietly allowed back on campus after being found guilty through the
student conduct system. This was a terrifying surprise to their victims
who were not notified of the reversal of charges. Despite the effort of
many students and professors, Appalachian State University made no
changes vital enough to affect the norms on campus or the student
conduct system. Chancellor Peacock stepped down shortly after the
controversy arose.
There is much work to be done on campuses
and in law enforcement agencies. I hope my story can bring light to
some of the many issues presented to victims throughout the process of
dealing with sexual crimes. I look forward to continuing to push for
change and am hopeful for the day when justice for victims, both on and
off campus, is a norm.
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