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Why He-Said, She-Said Never Fails For Rapists

1/28/2023

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So there I was, pushing my walker down the street like an old, crippled woman.  It was late in the evening, in a fancy, residential part of town.

I looked over, and not really to my surprise, I saw a man sitting on a front porch masturbating.  It's rather cold out, especially after dark.  He was wearing a dark coat with a hood pulled up, so I couldn't see anything but a dark figure in a rocking chair making the classic "chicken choking" gesture.

"Get some privacy, WTF man?" I shouted as I walked past.  The town where I live is famous for being a bit of a ghetto.

I walked about five steps, out of visual range of the creeper, and saw a police patrol car coming slowly toward me.  So I made the same gesture I had just seen, and pointed to the man in the rocking chair.

The cop rolled down his window.  "Did you call?"

I shook my head no.  The cop hit his light bar for a few seconds.  Then they both got out. 

Based on my experience in fire and EMS, I can tell you that the one and only purpose of hitting the lights in that instance was to let the guy know that it's time to put it back in your pants.  The cops are here now, and we don't want to arrest you, so please give us an easy out.  They're saying, "Work with us, bro."

I called dispatch and gave them my name and number anyway, and continued on my way.  I did what I was doing for two hours.  Checked my phone.  SURPRISE!  I hadn't heard from them.  I knew they weren't going to do anything.  But I'm just too old for this shit now.  When I call them about people parked across the sidewalk they come out and ticket them every time, you know?  But this is no problem. 

So I called back and asked why they hadn't done anything.  I was notified that the man had advised the police that he had a skin condition, and he was simply scratching himself.  So he was advised not to come back to that location.

That's the solution!  Just have him go jack off elsewhere, problem solved.

I'm actually much more concerned about it now that I know it wasn't his own front porch.  Think about how aggressive that guy actually is, that he strolls up onto other people's front porches to do that.  It's one step from breaking in to engage the occupants sexually.

Unfortunately nothing about any of this surprises me.  Welcome to rape culture, all day, every day.  This is the greatest example of how "he-said, she-said" can never fail.

RECAP:
  • Someone sees a man masturbating; this is self-evident to them.  They call 911 about it.
  • I walk past and see the same man masturbating; this is also self-evident to me.
  • I report this to the police using body language only.  My report is self-evident to them.
  • The police confront the man, and he gives a ridiculous excuse.
  • The police don't interview the other witness.
  • I'm willing to bet they didn't document any skin condition, because they don't want to take pictures of his erect penis.
  • Three against one, we all knew what we saw.  Yet the one with the most to lose is allowed to defeat the other three.  Because "he-said, she-said" makes police work disappear like magic.


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