Thoughts On The Brock Turner Case, From a Sexual Assault Survivor

I realize this post will be on the internet for everyone to see. I realize I am about to share (or already did, based on the title) something extremely personal about my past to the entire world. Yes, my extended family will see this. And friends new and old. And yeah, future employers. But being a survivor of sexual assault is and always will be a part of my identity, not necessarily because it haunts me, but because it’s a part of my past that shape my opinions and factor into important decisions.

I’m tired of hearing about Brock Turner. I’m tired of seeing his mugshot plastered across my social media feeds. I’m tired of hearing ignorant comment after ignorant comment from his friends and family about what an angel he is. Maybe he is an angel; I’m in no position to discount the opinions of people who know him well. But from what I’ve learned, angels make mistakes too—big ones.

So you may be asking, why, if I’m so tired of hearing about this kid and his mistakes, did I choose to write about him? Because I have a story to tell. I have a unique perspective to offer. And finally, because this really isn’t about Brock Turner. It’s about our justice system. It’s about the safety of not just women, but all individuals.

When I was 15 years old— just a sophomore in high school—my world and the way in which I interact with people was forever changed. I was coerced by four 18-year-old senior boys from my high school to participate in a sexual act that I did not consent to. The four boys asked my friends and I if we wanted to hang out with them one night. The boys agreed to pick me up at my house, and my friends were to meet us at one of their houses. When my friends didn’t show, I expressed my discomfort with hanging out alone with four older boys I barely knew. They said they would take me home under one condition, and proceeded to tell me how that was going to happen. They said things like, “we didn’t drive all this way for nothing”, and “come on, it won’t be that bad.” In the moment I felt so trapped and helpless, I didn’t stand up for myself. That night left me feeling violated and unable to trust many people– especially males– for a very long time. Although it was almost four years ago, that night seems as if it were yesterday. Those fifteen or so minutes continue to affect my daily life. I put a guard up with any new person who enters my life. I look at the world through a different lens.

A few days after the assault, I talked with a counselor. She helped me talk to my parents.  She also talked me through the process of pressing charges. The decision was mine alone to make. Did I have the emotional strength to recall that horrifying event in excruciating detail to police officers, detectives, judges, lawyers, and whoever else needed my story for their records? It was so disheartening to learn of every 1000 instances of rape, only 13 cases get referred to a prosecutor, and only 7 cases will lead to a felony conviction. The odds of a conviction were slim and the mental toll of reliving that night time and time again was too much for me to bear.

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But some people, regardless of the odds, do choose to pursue prosecution. I admire these individuals and frankly wish I’d had the courage to stand up and face the people that wronged me. I especially admire the woman who goes by the pseudonym Emily Doe, Brock Turner’s victim. Or should we call her a survivor? Yes, that seems like a more appropriate title. She spent months being poked, prodded, and interrogated. She recalled the story hundreds of times in detail. Her reward for being courageous and enduring all the poking, prodding, and interrogation? Certainly not the justice she sought. Her attacker got just six months in county jail, three with good behavior.

I get the whole “innocent until proven guilty” thing. I get that I wasn’t in the courtroom when all of the evidence was presented. But it seems to me that there was enough evidence, including two witnesses, to put this young man in prison for a very long time. But he wasn’t, because it appears we have a justice system that allows you to get away with crimes as heinous as rape—just so long as you’re a white athlete from a wealthy family. Although I am not certain why the judge made the decision he did, statistics show that Brock Turner’s race and status played a role in his sentence. African Americans are incarcerated at nearly six times the rate of whites. The average income of individuals in prison (prior to incarceration) is much lower than the average income of non-incarcerated individuals. So let’s stop calling our “justice” system something it’s not.

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My heart goes out to Emily Doe and all the rape survivors who do not receive the justice they seek. I say I wish I’d had the courage to stand up against my attackers but even with a conviction I’d likely have an outcome similar to Emily Doe’s. I can only imagine how devalued and violated a survivor feels, for a second time, when their attacker is convicted but received minimal punishment. Or worse, no conviction at all.

The Brock Turner case and my own were not just products of reckless behavior. They were products of the society that we live in. The summer before my freshman year of high school, I went to what I would consider my first real party. There was music and dancing and kissing and red Solo cups—of course our red Solo cups contained soda. I am fairly certain no one was drinking alcohol that night. But when I set down my cup, I remembered my mother saying, “Never set your drink down where you can’t see it”. I was thirteen. Sadly, by the age of thirteen, I knew about date rape and roofies. I knew my peers didn’t always have my best interest at heart. Did the boys at that party know about all those things? Was their innocence shattered because their parents knew shattered innocence was less tragic than experiencing a sexual assault? Probably not. I am not saying males are not sexually assaulted, they are, but at a rate far below females. Something has to change.

Last semester, I was assigned to a group to create a presentation about a problem in our community. After a few minutes of brainstorming, one of my group members, ironically a white athlete in a prominent sport at the University of Iowa, came up with the idea of sexual assault on campus. We spent nearly two months working on our project, researching statistics about assault on college campuses. It wasn’t easy, but I did it because I knew that this was an issue that needed to be addressed. Through our research, we learned that 1 in 4 women are sexually assaulted during their time at college. I’d like to think that I’ve built up an immunity to sexual assault, sort of like a one-and-done thing, but I know that’s not the case. I still look over my shoulder when I’m walking across the street from the bus stop to my dorm in the dark. I still get intimidated by big groups of guys. I make sure to never be left alone with a boy at a party because I know that at some point, I could very easily be part of the collegiate statistic. But why is this statistic even in existence? Why are there so many sexual assaults on college campuses? And why do women have to live their lives in fear that someone, someday, might enter their body without asking permission?

Of course there isn’t a simple answer to any of my questions; there isn’t one solution to preventing sexual assault. But instead of sharing personal information about the attackers in the media or getting angry at the judge that sentenced them, let’s step back and take a look at why sexual assault is so prevalent. While we’re shattering the innocence of our daughters to educate them about sexual assault, let’s teach our sons to help protect their female peers and to respect women and their bodies. Let’s also work to stop the culture of white, wealthy male entitlement and injustice. There are strong mandatory sentencing minimums for many drug crimes, how about fighting for mandatory minimum sexual assault sentences? Sadly, we are a culture that must teach our girls to protect our bodies because our justice system isn’t.

I strongly recommend you to read the Stanford rape survivor’s letter to the judge here.

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6 thoughts on “Thoughts On The Brock Turner Case, From a Sexual Assault Survivor

  1. Oh Carly! My heart goes out to you. Your brutal honesty – very hard to read and to comprehend – is so real. It is your story. It is valid. I am sorry. I am sorry you had to deal with something so horrible. I am sorry that this happens at our school. I am sorry it happens at all. I cannot imagine what you went through. Were you really supported? Did you find what you needed to not only survive, but also move forward?

    You are an AMAZING person. Each post I read gives me a bit more about you … and my respect and admiration for you continues to grow. Thank you for sharing. If there were a Carly Fan Club – I’d be a card-carrying member!

    Sending hugs to you … and love! -zobz-


  2. Carly please forgive me for what I’m thinking of those boys. As a mother of four daughters I just want to personally hurt them for the harm they caused to you. Writing is part of the process. I love you so much


  3. You are light that shines during dark times….You have a gift…..I am glad that you have found it early in your life… have and will continue to do big things…..Shine on!


  4. After reading this, you were on my mind all evening and late into the night. I thought about how I have failed your family and all this could have happened and my friendship has fallen so far away from you all. We see beautiful smiles on Facebook and so much can be veiled and shuffled under. I thought about your parents and how they must have felt like they failed you; we all want to protect our beautiful beautiful daughters. I sobbed as a parent. I felt how my own son failed you as he is a teen and is thinking about sexuality in all the ways a 17 year old young person does, and he has this casual device that he absorbs through swipes and simple taps, “sex education” easily hidden from his parents’ eyes. What is he absorbing? Do I take that damn device and throw it into the river? I failed you in never talking about this with my son in the past. Well, after many hours of feeling silent sorrow, I broke the news to my husband and my son. I wept in telling them. WE talked for a long time about senior year and college coming up. (Our daughter is away right now, but we have talking to do too) WE talked about a woman’s consent and what it can sound like, or not. WE talked about boys hearing only what they want to hear. WE talked about our son’s lack of religion in his life, a family choice, and that he still is an ethical, spiritual, loving being. WE talked about violence not= sex. WE talked about standing up TO peers if there is “group think” happening. WE talked about standing up FOR a woman and doing the right thing. WE talked about sexual assault happening in Inver Grove Heights, at Simley, as it happens just across a river. WE talked about our experiences growing up in high school and college in the first emergence of AIDS and our thinking that it could never happen HERE. WE talked about choices. WE realistically feel the choices will happen. The choices happened in 1980’s and they do now. Carly, YOU spurred this beginning conversation. Carly, you are brave and BEAUTIFUL and wise! YOU are taking back your power…with love, Kim Westra


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