I’ve been re-reading the victim statement from the Brock Turner rape case – actually re-reading isn’t quite the right word; I’m using it in a report and I’m reading around it, but the day doesn’t feel sunny enough, nor do I feel strong and positive enough to read it again right now. The first time I read it I was on a train on my own and cried the whole way through.
What’s struck me this time though, as I use it as a reference point, is how unjust it is that his name is used over and over again and that she has no name. I wouldn’t want to name her, certainly not against her wishes and she deserves her anonymity and the chance to move on in whatever way she sees fit. He becomes infamous and she’s his victim.