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Stanford sex-assault victim: 'You took away my worth'

Woman in Brock Turner case speaks out in impact statement

Standing in front of a full courtroom in Palo Alto on Thursday, June 2, the 23-year-old college graduate who was sexually assaulted by former Stanford University student Brock Turner turned to address him directly.

"I was awake, right?"

The young woman, Emily Doe, whose name has been changed to protect her privacy, delivered at Turner's sentencing what Santa Clara County District Attorney Jeff Rosen called "the most eloquent, powerful and compelling piece of victim advocacy that I've seen in my 20 years as a prosecutor."

The comments she made in court were the abbreviated version of a raw, deeply personal 12-page victim impact statement she had submitted to Judge Aaron Persky in advance of Thursday's sentencing. She urged Persky to deliver a punishment commensurate of the crimes he was found guilty of -- time in state prison, without probation.

Later that afternoon, Persky sentenced Turner to six months in county jail — which will likely be reduced to three months with credit for good behavior — and three year's probation.

Doe recalled waking up the morning of the Jan. 18, 2015, assault in a hospital in San Jose with no memory of what had happened. She recounted the invasive exam she underwent to collect evidence — photographs, swabs, drawn blood — that would be shown more than a year later in a three-week trial for the case.

Standing in a shower at the hospital, she decided, "I don't want my body anymore," she said. "I wanted to take off my body like a jacket and leave it at the hospital with everything else."

Doe described in detail the "irreversible," permanent damage the assault caused on her life. She became "closed off, angry, self-deprecating, tired, irritable, empty." She lost sleep and independence. She eventually left her job.

She challenged Turner's account that she was conscious and willing throughout their encounter outside a campus fraternity party last January, verbally consenting to each step of sexual activity he said they engaged in.

She also addressed several portions of Turner's own statement, including his words: "I want to show people that one night of drinking can ruin a life."

"Ruin a life, one life, yours — you forgot about mine," she said in court on Thursday, turning slightly to her right where he was seated. "Let me rephrase for you: I want to show people that one night of drinking can ruin two lives. You and me. You are the cause; I am the effect.

"In newspapers my name was 'unconscious intoxicated woman,' 10 syllables, and nothing more than that," she continued. "For awhile, I believed that that was all I was. I had to force myself to relearn my real name, my identity. To relearn that this is not all that I am. That I am not just a drunk victim at a frat party found behind a Dumpster, while you are the All-American swimmer at a top university, innocent until proven guilty, with so much at stake.

"I am a human being who has been irreversibly hurt, who waited a year to figure out if I was worth something."

Arguing that Turner has yet to feel true remorse or fully take responsibility for what a jury found him guilty of — three serious sexual-assault felonies, including assault with the intent to commit rape — Doe urged Persky to deny him probation.

"The seriousness of rape has to be communicated clearly, we should not create a culture that suggests we learn that rape is wrong through trial and error," she said.

Read Doe's victim impact statement, released by the district attorney's office on Thursday, in full below.

Related: Read about reactions to the sentencing, petitions to remove the judge

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Your honor,

If it is all right, for the majority of this statement I would like to address the defendant directly.

You don't know me, but you've been inside me, and that's why we're here today.

On January 17th, 2015, it was a quiet Saturday night at home. My dad made some dinner and I sat at the table with my younger sister who was visiting for the weekend. I was working full time and it was approaching my bed time. I planned to stay at home by myself, watch some TV and read, while she went to a party with her friends. Then, I decided it was my only night with her, I had nothing better to do, so why not, there's a dumb party ten minutes from my house, I would go, dance weird like a fool, and embarrass my younger sister. On the way there, I joked that undergrad guys would have braces. My sister teased me for wearing a beige cardigan to a frat party like a librarian. I called myself "big mama," because I knew I'd be the oldest one there. I made silly faces, let my guard down, and drank liquor too fast not factoring in that my tolerance had significantly lowered since college.

The next thing I remember I was in a gurney in a hallway. I had dried blood and bandages on the backs of my hands and elbow. I thought maybe I had fallen and was in an admin office on campus. I was very calm and wondering where my sister was. A deputy explained I had been assaulted. I still remained calm, assured he was speaking to the wrong person. I knew no one at this party. When I was finally allowed to use the restroom, I pulled down the hospital pants they had given me, went to pull down my underwear, and felt nothing. I still remember the feeling of my hands touching my skin and grabbing nothing. I looked down and there was nothing. The thin piece of fabric, the only thing between my vagina and anything else, was missing and everything inside me was silenced. I still don't have words for that feeling. In order to keep breathing, I thought maybe the policemen used scissors to cut them off for evidence.

Then, I felt pine needles scratching the back of my neck and started pulling them out my hair. I thought maybe, the pine needles had fallen from a tree onto my head. My brain was talking my gut into not collapsing. Because my gut was saying, help me, help me.

I shuffled from room to room with a blanket wrapped around me, pine needles trailing behind me, I left a little pile in every room I sat in. I was asked to sign papers that said "Rape Victim" and I thought something has really happened. My clothes were confiscated and I stood naked while the nurses held a ruler to various abrasions on my body and photographed them. The three of us worked to comb the pine needles out of my hair, six hands to fill one paper bag. To calm me down, they said it's just the flora and fauna, flora and fauna. I had multiple swabs inserted into my vagina and anus, needles for shots, pills, had a nikon pointed right into my spread legs. I had long, pointed beaks inside me and had my vagina smeared with cold, blue paint to check for abrasions.

After a few hours of this, they let me shower. I stood there examining my body beneath the stream of water and decided, I don't want my body anymore. I was terrified of it, I didn't know what had been in it, if it had been contaminated, who had touched it. I wanted to take off my body like a jacket and leave it at the hospital with everything else.

On that morning, all that I was told was that I had been found behind a dumpster, potentially penetrated by a stranger, and that I should get retested for HIV because results don't always show up immediately. But for now, I should go home and get back to my normal life. Imagine stepping back into the world with only that information. They gave me huge hugs, and then I walked out of the hospital into the parking lot wearing the new sweatshirt and sweatpants they provided me, as they had only allowed me to keep my necklace and shoes.

My sister picked me up, face wet from tears and contorted in anguish. Instinctively and immediately, I wanted to take away her pain. I smiled at her, I told her to look at me, I'm right here, I'm okay, everything's okay, I'm right here. My hair is washed and clean, they gave me the strangest shampoo, calm down, and look at me. Look at these funny new sweatpants and sweatshirt, I look like a P.E. teacher, let's go home, let's eat something. She did not know that beneath my sweats, I had scratches and bandages on my skin, my vagina was sore and had become a strange, dark color from all the prodding, my underwear was missing, and I felt too empty to continue to speak. That I was also afraid, that I was also devastated. That day we drove home and for hours my sister held me.

My boyfriend did not know what happened, but called that day and said, "I was really worried about you last night, you scared me, did you make it home okay?" I was horrified. That's when I learned I had called him that night in my blackout, left an incomprehensible voicemail, that we had also spoken on the phone, but I was slurring so heavily he was scared for me, that he repeatedly told me to go find my sister. Again, he asked me, "What happened last night? Did you make it home okay?" I said yes, and hung up to cry.

I was not ready to tell my boyfriend or parents that actually, I may have been raped behind a dumpster, but I don't know by who or when or how. If I told them, I would see the fear on their faces, and mine would multiply by tenfold, so instead I pretended the whole thing wasn't real.

I tried to push it out of my mind, but it was so heavy I didn't talk, I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't interact with anyone. After work, I would drive to a secluded place to scream. I didn't talk, I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't interact with anyone, and I became isolated from the ones I loved most. For one week after the incident, I didn't get any calls or updates about that night or what happened to me. The only symbol that proved that it hadn't just been a bad dream, was the sweatshirt from the hospital in my drawer.

One day, I was at work, scrolling through the news on my phone, and came across an article. In it, I read and learned for the first time about how I was found unconscious, with my hair disheveled, long necklace wrapped around my neck, bra pulled out of my dress, dress pulled off over my shoulders and pulled up above my waist, that I was butt naked all the way down to my boots, legs spread apart, and had been penetrated by a foreign object by someone I did not recognize. This was how I learned what happened to me, sitting at my desk reading the news at work. I learned what happened to me the same time everyone else in the world learned what happened to me. That's when the pine needles in my hair made sense, they didn't fall from a tree. He had taken off my underwear, his fingers had been inside of me. I don't even know this person. I still don't know this person. When I read about me like this, I said, this can't be me.

This can't be me. I could not digest or accept any of this information. I could not imagine my family having to read about this online. I kept reading. In the next paragraph, I read something that I will never forgive; I read that according to him, I liked it. I liked it. Again, I do not have words for these feelings.

At the bottom of the article, after I learned about the graphic details of my own sexual assault, the article listed his swimming times. She was found breathing, unresponsive with her underwear six inches away from her bare stomach curled in fetal position. By the way, he's really good at swimming. Throw in my mile time if that's what we're doing. I'm good at cooking, put that in there, I think the end is where you list your extra-curriculars to cancel out all the sickening things that've happened.

The night the news came out I sat my parents down and told them that I had been assaulted, to not look at the news because it's upsetting, just know that I'm okay, I'm right here, and I'm okay. But halfway through telling them, my mom had to hold me because I could no longer stand up. I was not okay.

The night after it happened, he said he didn't know my name, said he wouldn't be able to identify my face in a lineup, didn't mention any dialogue between us, no words, only dancing and kissing. Dancing is a cute term; was it snapping fingers and twirling dancing, or just bodies grinding up against each other in a crowded room? I wonder if kissing was just faces sloppily pressed up against each other? When the detective asked if he had planned on taking me back to his dorm, he said no. When the detective asked how we ended up behind the dumpster, he said he didn't know. He admitted to kissing other girls at that party, one of whom was my own sister who pushed him away. He admitted to wanting to hook up with someone. I was the wounded antelope of the herd, completely alone and vulnerable, physically unable to fend for myself, and he chose me. Sometimes I think, if I hadn't gone, then this never would've happened. But then I realized, it would have happened, just to somebody else. You were about to enter four years of access to drunk girls and parties, and if this is the foot you started off on, then it is right you did not continue.

The night after it happened, he said he thought I liked it because I rubbed his back. A back rub. Never mentioned me voicing consent, never mentioned us speaking, a back rub.

One more time, in public news, I learned that my ass and vagina were completely exposed outside, my breasts had been groped, fingers had been jabbed inside me along with pine needles and debris, my bare skin and head had been rubbing against the ground behind a dumpster, while an erect freshman was humping my half naked, unconscious body. But I don't remember, so how do I prove I didn't like it.

I thought there's no way this is going to trial; there were witnesses, there was dirt in my body, he ran but was caught. He's going to settle, formally apologize, and we will both move on. Instead, I was told he hired a powerful attorney, expert witnesses, private investigators who were going to try and find details about my personal life to use against me, find loopholes in my story to invalidate me and my sister, in order to show that this sexual assault was in fact a misunderstanding. That he was going to go to any length to convince the world he had simply been confused.

I was not only told that I was assaulted, I was told that because I couldn't remember, I technically could not prove it was unwanted. And that distorted me, damaged me, almost broke me. It is the saddest type of confusion to be told I was assaulted and nearly raped, blatantly out in the open, but we don't know if it counts as assault yet. I had to fight for an entire year to make it clear that there was something wrong with this situation.

When I was told to be prepared in case we didn't win, I said, I can't prepare for that. He was guilty the minute I woke up. No one can talk me out of the hurt he caused me. Worst of all, I was warned, because he now knows you don't remember, he is going to get to write the script. He can say whatever he wants and no one can contest it. I had no power, I had no voice, I was defenseless. My memory loss would be used against me. My testimony was weak, was incomplete, and I was made to believe that perhaps, I am not enough to win this. That's so damaging. His attorney constantly reminded the jury, the only one we can believe is Brock, because she doesn't remember. That helplessness was traumatizing.

Instead of taking time to heal, I was taking time to recall the night in excruciating detail, in order to prepare for the attorney's questions that would be invasive, aggressive, and designed to steer me off course, to contradict myself, my sister, phrased in ways to manipulate my answers. Instead of his attorney saying, Did you notice any abrasions? He said, You didn't notice any abrasions, right? This was a game of strategy, as if I could be tricked out of my own worth. The sexual assault had been so clear, but instead, here I was at the trial, answering question like:

How old are you? How much do you weigh? What did you eat that day? Well what did you have for dinner? Who made dinner? Did you drink with dinner? No, not even water? When did you drink? How much did you drink? What container did you drink out of? Who gave you the drink? How much do you usually drink? Who dropped you off at this party? At what time? But where exactly? What were you wearing? Why were you going to this party? What' d you do when you got there? Are you sure you did that? But what time did you do that? What does this text mean? Who were you texting? When did you urinate? Where did you urinate? With whom did you urinate outside? Was your phone on silent when your sister called? Do you remember silencing it? Really because on page 53 I'd like to point out that you said it was set to ring. Did you drink in college? You said you were a party animal? How many times did you black out? Did you party at frats? Are you serious with your boyfriend? Are you sexually active with him? When did you start dating? Would you ever cheat? Do you have a history of cheating? What do you mean when you said you wanted to reward him? Do you remember what time you woke up? Were you wearing your cardigan? What color was your cardigan? Do you remember any more from that night? No? Okay, we'll let Brock fill it in.

I was pummeled with narrowed, pointed questions that dissected my personal life, love life, past life, family life, inane questions, accumulating trivial details to try and find an excuse for this guy who didn't even take the time to ask me for my name, who had me naked a handful of minutes after seeing me. After a physical assault, I was assaulted with questions designed to attack me, to say see, her facts don't line up, she's out of her mind, she's practically an alcoholic, she probably wanted to hook up, he's like an athlete right, they were both drunk, whatever, the hospital stuff she remembers is after the fact, why take it into account, Brock has a lot at stake so he's having a really hard time right now.

And then it came time for him to testify. This is where I became revictimized. I want to remind you, the night after it happened he said he never planned to take me back to his dorm. He said he didn't know why we were behind a dumpster. He got up to leave because he wasn't feeling well when he was suddenly chased and attacked. Then he learned I could not remember.

So one year later, as predicted, a new dialogue emerged. Brock had a strange new story, almost sounded like a poorly written young adult novel with kissing and dancing and hand holding and lovingly tumbling onto the ground, and most importantly in this new story, there was suddenly consent. One year after the incident, he remembered, oh yeah, by the way she actually said yes, to everything, so.

He said he had asked if I wanted to dance. Apparently I said yes. He'd asked if I wanted to go to his dorm, I said yes. Then he asked if he could finger me and I said yes. Most guys don't ask, Can I finger you? Usually there's a natural progression of things, unfolding consensually, not a Q and A. But apparently I granted full permission. He's in the clear.

Even in this story, there's barely any dialogue; I only said a total of three words before he had me half naked on the ground. I have never been penetrated after three words. He didn't claim to hear me speak one full sentence that night, so in the news when it says we "met", I'm not sure I would go so far as to say that. Future reference, if you are confused about whether a girl can consent, see if she can speak an entire sentence. You couldn't even do that. Just one coherent string of words. If she can't do that, then no. Don't touch her, just no. Not maybe, just no. Where was the confusion? This is common sense, human decency.

According to him, the only reason we were on the ground was because I fell down. Note; if a girl falls help her get back up. If she is too drunk to even walk and falls, do not mount her, hump her, take off her underwear, and insert your hand inside her vagina. If a girl falls help her up. If she is wearing a cardigan over her dress don't take it off so that you can touch her breasts. Maybe she is cold, maybe that's why she wore the cardigan. If her bare ass and legs are rubbing the pinecones and needles, while the weight of you pushes into her, get off her.

Next in the story, two people approached you. You ran because you said you felt scared. I argue that you were scared because you'd be caught, not because you were scared of two terrifying Swedish grad students. The idea that you thought you were being attacked out of the blue was ludicrous. That it had nothing to do with you being on top my unconscious body. You were caught red handed, with no explanation. When they tackled you why didn't say, "Stop! Everything's okay, go ask her, she's right over there, she'll tell you." I mean you had just asked for my consent, right? I was awake, right? When the policeman arrived and interviewed the evil Swede who tackled you, he was crying so hard he couldn't speak because of what he'd seen. Also, if you really did think they were dangerous, you just abandoned a half-naked girl to run and save yourself. No matter which way you frame it, it doesn't make sense.

Your attorney has repeatedly pointed out, well we don't know exactly when she became unconscious. And you're right, maybe I was still fluttering my eyes and wasn't completely limp yet, fine. His guilt did not depend on him knowing the exact second that I became unconscious, that is never what this was about. I was slurring, too drunk to consent way before I was on the ground. I should have never been touched in the first place. Brock stated, "At no time did I see that she was not responding. If at any time I thought she was not responding, I would have stopped immediately." Here's the thing; if your plan was to stop only when I was literally unresponsive, then you still do not understand. You didn't even stop when I was unconscious anyway! Someone else stopped you. Two guys on bikes noticed I wasn't moving in the dark and had to tackle you. How did you not notice while on top of me?

You said, you would have stopped and gotten help. You say that, but I want you to explain how you would've helped me, step by step, walk me through this. I want to know, if those evil Swedes had not found me, how the night would have played out. I am asking you; Would you have pulled my underwear back on over my boots? Untangled the necklace wrapped around my neck? Closed my legs, covered me? Tucked my bra back into my dress? Would you have helped me pick the needles from my hair? Asked if the abrasions on my neck and bottom hurt? Would you then go find a friend and say, Will you help me get her somewhere warm and soft? I don't sleep when I think about the way it could have gone if the Swedes had never come. What would have happened to me? That's what you'll never have a good answer for, that's what you can't explain even after a year.

To sit under oath and inform all of us, that yes I wanted it, yes I permitted it, and that you are the true victim attacked by guys for reasons unknown to you is sick, is demented, is selfish, is stupid. It shows that you were willing to go to any length, to discredit me, invalidate me, and explain why it was okay to hurt me. You tried unyieldingly to save yourself, your reputation, at my expense.

My family had to see pictures of my head strapped to a gurney full of pine needles, of my body in the dirt with my eyes closed, dress hiked up, limbs limp in the dark. And then even after that, my family had to listen to your attorney say, the pictures were after the fact, we can dismiss them. To say, yes her nurse confirmed there was redness and abrasions inside her, but that's what happens when you finger someone, and he's already admitted to that. To listen to him use my own sister against me. To listen him attempt to paint of a picture of me, the seductive party animal, as if somehow that would make it so that I had this coming for me. To listen to him say I sounded drunk on the phone because I'm silly and that's my goofy way of speaking. To point out that in the voicemail, I said I would reward my boyfriend and we all know what I was thinking. I assure you my rewards program is non-transferable, especially to any nameless man that approaches me.

The point is, this is everything my family and I endured during the trial. This is everything I had to sit through silently, taking it, while he shaped the evening. It is enough to be suffering. It is another thing to have someone ruthlessly working to diminish the gravity and validity of this suffering. But in the end, his unsupported statements and his attorney's twisted logic fooled no one. The truth won, the truth spoke for itself.

You are guilty. Twelve jurors convicted you guilty of three felony counts beyond reasonable doubt, that's twelve votes per count, thirty-six yeses confirming guilt, that's one hundred percent, unanimous guilt. And I thought finally it is over, finally he will own up to what he did, truly apologize, we will both move on and get better. Then I read your statement.

If you are hoping that one of my organs will implode from anger and I will die, I'm almost there. You are very close. Assault is not an accident. This is not a story of another drunk college hook-up with poor decision making. Somehow, you still don't get it. Somehow, you still sound confused.

I will now take this opportunity to read portions of the defendant's statement and respond to them.

You said, Being drunk I just couldn't make the best decisions and neither could she.

Alcohol is not an excuse. Is it a factor? Yes. But alcohol was not the one who stripped me, fingered me, had my head dragging against the ground, with me almost fully naked. Having too much to drink was an amateur mistake that I admit to, but it is not criminal. Everyone in this room has had a night where they have regretted drinking too much, or knows someone close to them who has had a night where they have regretted drinking too much. Regretting drinking is not the same as regretting sexual assault. We were both drunk, the difference is I did not take off your pants and underwear, touch you inappropriately, and run away. That's the difference.

You said, If I wanted to get to know her, I should have asked for her number, rather than asking her to go back to my room.

I'm not mad because you didn't ask for my number. Even if you did know me, I would not want be in this situation. My own boyfriend knows me, but if he asked to finger me behind a dumpster, I would slap him. No girl wants to be in this situation. Nobody. I don't care if you know their phone number or not.

You said, I stupidly thought it was okay for me to do what everyone around me was doing, which was drinking. I was wrong.

Again, you were not wrong for drinking. Everyone around you was not sexually assaulting me. You were wrong for doing what nobody else was doing, which was pushing your erect dick in your pants against my naked, defenseless body concealed in a dark area, where partygoers could no longer see or protect me, and own my sister could not find me. Sipping fireball is not your crime. Peeling off and discarding my underwear like a candy wrapper to insert your finger into my body, is where you went wrong. Why am I still explaining this.

You said, During the trial I didn't want to victimize her at all. That was just my attorney and his way of approaching the case.

Your attorney is not your scapegoat, he represents you. Did your attorney say some incredulously infuriating, degrading things? Absolutely. He said you had an erection, because it was cold. I have no words.

You said, you are in the process of establishing a program for high school and college students in which you speak about your experience to "speak out against the college campus drinking culture and the sexual promiscuity that goes along with that."

Speak out against campus drinking culture. That's what we're speaking out against? You think that's what I've spent the past year fighting for? Not awareness about campus sexual assault, or rape, or learning to recognize consent. Campus drinking culture. Down with Jack Daniels. Down with Skyy Vodka. If you want talk to high school kids about drinking go to an AA meeting. You realize, having a drinking problem is different than drinking and then forcefully trying to have sex with someone? Show men how to respect women, not how to drink less.

Drinking culture and the sexual promiscuity that goes along with that. Goes along with that, like a side effect, like fries on the side of your order. Where does promiscuity even come into play? I don't see headlines that read, Brock Turner, Guilty of drinking too much and the sexual promiscuity that goes along with that. Campus Sexaul Assault. There's your first powerpoint slide.

I have done enough explaining. You do not get to shrug your shoulders and be confused anymore. You do not get to pretend that there were no red flags. You do not get to not know why you ran. You have been convicted of violating me with malicious intent, and all you can admit to is consuming alcohol. Do not talk about the sad way your life was upturned because alcohol made you do bad things. Figure out how to take responsibility for your own conduct.

Lastly you said, I want to show people that one night of drinking can ruin a life.

Ruin a life, one life, yours, you forgot about mine. Let me rephrase for you, I want to show people that one night of drinking can ruin two lives. You and me. You are the cause, I am the effect. You have dragged me through this hell with you, dipped me back into that night again and again. You knocked down both our towers, I collapsed at the same time you did. Your damage was concrete; stripped of titles, degrees, enrollment. My damage was internal, unseen, I carry it with me. You took away my worth, my privacy, my energy, my time, my safety, my intimacy, my confidence, my own voice, until today.

See one thing we have in common is that we were both unable to get up in the morning. I am no stranger to suffering. You made me a victim. In newspapers my name was "unconscious intoxicated woman", ten syllables, and nothing more than that. For a while, I believed that that was all I was. I had to force myself to relearn my real name, my identity. To relearn that this is not all that I am. That I am not just a drunk victim at a frat party found behind a dumpster, while you are the All-American swimmer at a top university, innocent until proven guilty, with so much at stake. I am a human being who has been irreversibly hurt, who waited a year to figure out if I was worth something.

My independence, natural joy, gentleness, and steady lifestyle I had been enjoying became distorted beyond recognition. I became closed off, angry, self-deprecating, tired, irritable, empty. The isolation at times was unbearable. You cannot give me back the life I had before that night either. While you worry about your shattered reputation, I refrigerated spoons every night so when I woke up, and my eyes were puffy from crying, I would hold the spoons to my eyes to lessen the swelling so that I could see. I showed up an hour late to work every morning, excused myself to cry in the stairwells, I can tell you all the best places in that building to cry where no one can hear you, the pain became so bad that I had to tell my boss I was leaving, I needed time because continuing day to day was not possible. I used my savings to go as far away as I could possibly be.

I can't sleep alone at night without having a light on, like a five year old, because I have nightmares of being touched where I cannot wake up, I did this thing where I waited until the sun came up and I felt safe enough to sleep. For three months, I went to bed at six o'clock in the morning.

I used to pride myself on my independence, now I am afraid to go on walks in the evening, to attend social events with drinking among friends where I should be comfortable being. I have become a little barnacle always needing to be at someone's side, to have my boyfriend standing next to me, sleeping beside me, protecting me. It is embarrassing how feeble I feel, how timidly I move through life, always guarded, ready to defend myself, ready to be angry.

You have no idea how hard I have worked to rebuild parts of me that are still weak. It took me eight months to even talk about what happened. I could no longer connect with friends, with everyone around me. I would scream at my boyfriend, my own family whenever they brought this up. You never let me forget what happened to me. At the of end of the hearing, the trial, I was too tired to speak. I would leave drained, silent. I would go home turn off my phone and for days I would not speak. You bought me a ticket to a planet where I lived by myself. Every time a new article come out, I lived with the paranoia that my entire hometown would find out and know me as the girl who got assaulted. I didn't want anyone's pity and am still learning to accept victim as part of my identity. You made my own hometown an uncomfortable place to be.

Someday, you can pay me back for my ambulance ride and therapy. But you cannot give me back my sleepless nights. The way I have broken down sobbing uncontrollably if I'm watching a movie and a woman is harmed, to say it lightly, this experience has expanded my empathy for other victims. I have lost weight from stress, when people would comment I told them I've been running a lot lately. There are times I did not want to be touched. I have to relearn that I am not fragile, I am capable, I am wholesome, not just livid and weak.

I want to say this. All the crying, the hurting you have imposed on me, I can take it. But when I see my younger sister hurting, when she is unable to keep up in school, when she is deprived of joy, when she is not sleeping, when she is crying so hard on the phone she is barely breathing, telling me over and over she is sorry for leaving me alone that night, sorry sorry sorry, when she feels more guilt than you, then I do not forgive you. That night I had called her to try and find her, but you found me first. Your attorney's closing statement began, "My sister said she was fine and who knows her better than her sister." You tried to use my own sister against me. Your points of attack were so weak, so low, it was almost embarrassing. You do not touch her.

If you think I was spared, came out unscathed, that today I ride off into sunset, while you suffer the greatest blow, you are mistaken. Nobody wins. We have all been devastated, we have all been trying to find some meaning in all of this suffering.

You should have never done this to me. Secondly, you should have never made me fight so long to tell you, you should have never done this to me. But here we are. The damage is done, no one can undo it. And now we both have a choice. We can let this destroy us, I can remain angry and hurt and you can be in denial, or we can face it head on, I accept the pain, you accept the punishment, and we move on.

Your life is not over, you have decades of years ahead to rewrite your story. The world is huge, it is so much bigger than Palo Alto and Stanford, and you will make a space for yourself in it where you can be useful and happy. Right now your name is tainted, so I challenge you to make a new name for yourself, to do something so good for the world, it blows everyone away. You have a brain and a voice and a heart. Use them wisely. You possess immense love from your family. That alone can pull you out of anything. Mine has held me up through all of this. Yours will hold you and you will go on.

I believe, that one day, you will understand all of this better. I hope you will become a better more honest person who can properly use this story to prevent another story like this from ever happening again. I fully support your journey to healing, to rebuilding your life, because that is the only way you'll begin to help others.

Now to address the sentencing. When I read the probation officer's report, I was in disbelief, consumed by anger which eventually quieted down to profound sadness. My statements have been slimmed down to distortion and taken out of context. I fought hard during this trial and will not have the outcome minimized by a probation officer who attempted to evaluate my current state and my wishes in a fifteen minute conversation, the majority of which was spent answering questions I had about the legal system. The context is also important. Brock had yet to issue a statement, and I had not read his remarks.

My life has been on hold for over a year, a year of anger, anguish and uncertainty, until a jury of my peers rendered a judgment that validated the injustices I had endured. Had Brock admitted guilt and remorse and offered to settle early on, I would have considered a lighter sentence, respecting his honesty, grateful to be able to move our lives forward. Instead he took the risk of going to trial, added insult to injury and forced me to relive the hurt as details about my personal life and sexual assault were brutally dissected before the public. He pushed me and my family through a year of inexplicable, unnecessary suffering, and should face the consequences of challenging his crime, of putting my pain into question, of making us wait so long for justice.

I told the probation officer I do not want Brock to rot away in prison. I did not say he does not deserve to be behind bars. The probation officer's recommendation of a year or less in county jail is a soft time-out, a mockery of the seriousness of his assaults, and of the consequences of the pain I have been forced to endure. I also told the probation officer that what I truly wanted was for Brock to get it, to understand and admit to his wrongdoing.

Unfortunately, after reading the defendant's statement, I am severely disappointed and feel that he has failed to exhibit sincere remorse or responsibility for his conduct. I fully respected his right to a trial, but even after twelve jurors unanimously convicted him guilty of three felonies, all he has admitted to doing is ingesting alcohol. Someone who cannot take full accountability for his actions does not deserve a mitigating sentence. It is deeply offensive that he would try and dilute rape with a suggestion of promiscuity. By definition rape is the absence of promiscuity, rape is the absence of consent, and it perturbs me deeply that he can't even see that distinction.

The probation officer factored in that the defendant is youthful and has no prior convictions. In my opinion, he is old enough to know what he did was wrong. When you are eighteen in this country you can go to war. When you are nineteen, you are old enough to pay the consequences for attempting to rape someone. He is young, but he is old enough to know better.

As this is a first offense I can see where leniency would beckon. On the other hand, as a society, we cannot forgive everyone's first sexual assault or digital rape. It doesn't make sense. The seriousness of rape has to be communicated clearly, we should not create a culture that suggests we learn that rape is wrong through trial and error. The consequences of sexual assault needs to be severe enough that people feel enough fear to exercise good judgment even if they are drunk, severe enough to be preventative. The fact that Brock was a star athlete at a prestigious university should not be seen as an entitlement to leniency, but as an opportunity to send a strong cultural message that sexual assault is against the law regardless of social class.

The probation officer weighed the fact that he has surrendered a hard earned swimming scholarship. If I had been sexually assaulted by an un-athletic guy from a community college, what would his sentence be? If a first time offender from an underprivileged background was accused of three felonies and displayed no accountability for his actions other than drinking, what would his sentence be? How fast he swims does not lessen the impact of what happened to me.

The Probation Officer has stated that this case, when compared to other crimes of similar nature, may be considered less serious due to the defendant's level of intoxication. It felt serious. That's all I'm going to say.

He is a lifetime sex registrant. That doesn't expire. Just like what he did to me doesn't expire, doesn't just go away after a set number of years. It stays with me, it's part of my identity, it has forever changed the way I carry myself, the way I live the rest of my life.

A year has gone by and he has had lots of time on his hands. Has he been seeing a psychologist? What has he done in this past year to show he's been progressing? If he says he wants to implement programs, what has he done to show for it?

Throughout incarceration I hope he is provided with appropriate therapy and resources to rebuild his life. I request that he educates himself about the issue of campus sexual assault. I hope he accepts proper punishment and pushes himself to reenter society as a better person.

To conclude, I want to say thank you. To everyone from the intern who made me oatmeal when I woke up at the hospital that morning, to the deputy who waited beside me, to the nurses who calmed me, to the detective who listened to me and never judged me, to my advocates who stood unwaveringly beside me, to my therapist who taught me to find courage in vulnerability, to my boss for being kind and understanding, to my incredible parents who teach me how to turn pain into strength, to my friends who remind me how to be happy, to my boyfriend who is patient and loving, to my unconquerable sister who is the other half of my heart, to Alaleh, my idol, who fought tirelessly and never doubted me. Thank you to everyone involved in the trial for their time and attention. Thank you to girls across the nation that wrote cards to my DA to give to me, so many strangers who cared for me.

Most importantly, thank you to the two men who saved me, who I have yet to meet. I sleep with two bicycles that I drew taped above my bed to remind myself there are heroes in this story. That we are looking out for one another. To have known all of these people, to have felt their protection and love, is something I will never forget.

And finally, to girls everywhere, I am with you. On nights when you feel alone, I am with you. When people doubt you or dismiss you, I am with you. I fought everyday for you. So never stop fighting, I believe you. Lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining. Although I can't save every boat, I hope that by speaking today, you absorbed a small amount of light, a small knowing that you can't be silenced, a small satisfaction that justice was served, a small assurance that we are getting somewhere, and a big, big knowing that you are important, unquestionably, you are untouchable, you are beautiful, you are to be valued, respected, undeniably, every minute of every day, you are powerful and nobody can take that away from you. To girls everywhere, I am with you. Thank you.

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Posted by parent
a resident of Stanford
on Jun 3, 2016 at 10:14 am

If Turner appeals his conviction and gets convicted again, can the judge give him a harsher sentence?


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Posted by troubling
a resident of Menlo Park
on Jun 3, 2016 at 10:22 am

Now older, wiser, I can look back on the times that I 'almost raped' someone. Never with malicious intent, but as a horny drunken college student. Sometimes too drunk to be of any harm (in the traditional sense) and other times just not drunk enough to where I was able to say.. whoa, I don't think this person is fully aware. Yes, there were times that we were very close to doing the deed - and I think back now how close I was to being a 'rapist'. I am sorry for this girl and the sense of shame she feels, I wish I could reach out to the girls that I made out with at parties and tell them "I stopped, we didn't do anything beyond -this or this-" Drunk college students hook up, sometimes they go too far, sometimes they pass out... I think the punishment for this boy fits, I hope he can live a productive life... And I hope the young lady can heal, recover and one day lead a happy life.


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Posted by .
a resident of another community
on Jun 3, 2016 at 10:29 am

it's not judge "Perksy", it's "PERSKY". get his name right so people can write to his office & tell him what they think! Web Link


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Posted by Lisa
a resident of Charleston Meadows
on Jun 3, 2016 at 10:33 am

What the victim went through and what her family went through is beyond incomprehensible. The young woman, "Emily Doe" was so courageous, and I wish her continued healing and a wonderful life.

I am deeply saddened that the Judge decided not to punish the rapist, Brock Turner. 6 months, reduced to three months in jail (not prison) and probation. I would have give a far more harsher sentence. What would have it taken for Judge Persky to sentence Mr. Turner to years in prison. I respect Judge Persky as a Judge, which is a difficult job; however, I do not respect his sentence. It's simply not just.


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Posted by Kimmy
a resident of Old Palo Alto
on Jun 3, 2016 at 11:19 am

This is an incredibly powerful and brave statement by this young woman. I am disgusted by the leniency of the sentencing, and I am convinced that if this had been a less privileged assailant the sentence would have been much harsher. The message here is loud and clear, " Drunk boys will be boys, " and girls should not drink - they should take the responsibility. I DO tell my woman students not to drink! Because the danger in these situations is real. But many college students get drunk , and they don't do what this boy did. I am furious about this, and I wish I could speak to this woman personally and tell her how much I admire her for speaking up and for giving us the details of what a sexual assault really feels like from beginning to end, if there is an end. Shame on the judge.


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Posted by Sun
a resident of Menlo Park
on Jun 3, 2016 at 12:21 pm

Emily - you are my heroine -- brave, intelligent, articulate and wise. Thank you for the incredible courage and thoughtfulness it took you write this letter and share the real story. I'm sorry you had to bear witness to this travesty in the worst way. I admire you and am grateful you are fighting so hard to rebuild and raise yourself above the pain inflicted by [portion removed] Brock Turner. I know you will rise above. Let the world and me know how we can help -- truly ask for anything you need -- a job, therapy paid for, etc. There will be many strangers like me who want to be the wind at your back. Thank you for providing a lighthouse for other victims.
Shine on!
With much admiration.


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Posted by A
a resident of Barron Park
on Jun 3, 2016 at 1:52 pm

I think this is the first time I have read a [portion removed] victim's testimony about her experience. How horrendous! I hope she continues with her therapy to regain her own sense of strength again. I feel she was too kind and understanding [portion removed] in her letter to the judge. The sentencing was terrible -- way too short. [Portion removed.]


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Posted by Hmmm
a resident of East Palo Alto
on Jun 3, 2016 at 2:16 pm

I hope that this survivor can sue him and win.

Wishing her the best in recovering from this violent, abhorrent crime, and from the resulting travesty of justice.


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on Jun 3, 2016 at 2:20 pm


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Posted by Emily doe
a resident of Crescent Park
on Jun 3, 2016 at 3:01 pm

This breaks my heart into a million pieces but it gives me strength... I wish this had been published in 2006. Brutally raped and left in a shed with a cracked head covered in blood. I went home and snuck into my house because I was afraid my parents would be angry at me for drinking at 15 years old for the first time. I cried in the shower and couldn't bring myself to tell them or to bring charges for fear of being known as the girl who was raped.... I had so much shame over the years for not going to the police and have always regretted it. I went 5 years later and was told it's a cold case that nothing can really be done.. I had to call my rapist and see if he would admit what he did, the call went to voicemail. Nothing ever happened. I hope this beautifully written statement will give other girls course to know that although it is a hard road to take to take your attacker to court that you can make it through and find some solace afterwards. The only thing that made me go to the police was the thought of him doing this to others. I meet so many women who have had to try and make sense of things like this happening to them ... I just hope one day we will be in a world where things like this don't happen


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Posted by troublingindeed
a resident of Menlo Park
on Jun 3, 2016 at 3:36 pm

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Posted by Oscar
a resident of another community
on Jun 3, 2016 at 3:46 pm

To Emily Doe....I'm very sorry for what you have had to endure, and yet, you may have disclosed a pattern of behavior here. Perhaps finding ways to discontinue this pattern is in order so that more lives aren't ruined down the road. [Portion removed.]


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Posted by Oscar
a resident of another community
on Jun 3, 2016 at 3:48 pm

Just re-read the Emily Doe comment....must be a different Emily Doe. Sorry for my poor observation.


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Posted by Stanford mom
a resident of Another Palo Alto neighborhood
on Jun 3, 2016 at 3:56 pm

Since the victim statement isn't so easy to find in the DA's release, here it is. It is both haunting and devastating. Brock Turner stole so much from this poor woman. I am glad she finally had her day in court. Here's her statement:

Web Link


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Posted by NYer
a resident of another community
on Jun 3, 2016 at 4:03 pm

Her words are powerful. Wishing her the best.

Although I do not live in this community, I hope readers will remember Judge Aaron Persky at election time.


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Posted by Holy Moly
a resident of Another Palo Alto neighborhood
on Jun 3, 2016 at 6:07 pm

I am sickened by the leniency of this judge. So much so, that I find myself wondering if there were bribes or threats or coercion involved. How else could any fair-minded, competent, intelligent person let Turner off so easily? He needs to be taken out of circulation for a long, long time!

I am also sickened by the gross insensitivity of this judge to the victim's physical and emotional pain. How could he take that so lightly? It was incredibly brave of her to address the court as she did!

Brock Turner was found to have a history of serious drug and alcohol use going back to his high school years. His actions spoke far louder than his words, and he appeared quite smirky and remorseless in reality. How could a competent judge ignore THAT?

This was a slap in the face to the victim, and a gross miscarriage of justice.


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Posted by #recallpersky
a resident of another community
on Jun 3, 2016 at 8:11 pm

Aaron Persky is a stanford alum and was himself a Stanford athlete. He was captain of the lacrosse team. A recall campaign will be launched.


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Posted by Another Girl Named Doe
a resident of Old Palo Alto
on Jun 3, 2016 at 10:32 pm

Of course Emily Doe won't see this post, but I still hope that somehow she feels how thankful I am for her strength and for her words, which validated my own experience in a way that nothing and no one, especially myself ever could. I hope that the disturbingly lenient sentence doesn't undercut your feelings of strength and accomplishment. Your courage cannot be undercut. Shame on Judge Persky for reading your statement and STILL not understanding the magnitude of the crime committed and for rewarding a rapist and a predator for having a bright future to lose when he chose to cruelly dim yours. The fact that this joke for a sentence is also being appealed is both disgusting and insulting on so, so, many levels. But I can still the light from your lighthouse and for that at least, I am thankful.


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Posted by mauricio
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 4, 2016 at 6:35 am

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This judge must be recalled. It was basically a wink and nod to the defendant in the manner of: boys will be boys, you haven't done anything terrible, but I will give you the lightest sentence I could away with without triggering a huge outcry. This judge's message to jocks is:I've got your back. This is absolutely disgusting.


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Posted by Big Question
a resident of Professorville
on Jun 4, 2016 at 8:04 am


That Judge is a Stanford Graduate -why was he hearing the case?


Posted by Bunyip
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on Jun 4, 2016 at 8:57 am


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Posted by mauricio
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 4, 2016 at 10:37 am

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I suppose the prosecution can't appeal the sentence, but this judge is a Stanford alum and a former Stanford athlete, which makes me wonder how in the world was he ever allowed to preside over this trial and if there's any recourse.


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Posted by Student
a resident of Midtown
on Jun 4, 2016 at 11:02 am

To Emily-
Thank you for speaking out. As a victim of rape myself, I have yet to find the voice to share publicly what happened to me, yet I hope that with time, I can have the same courage you have exemplified. Your words are a reminder of the violence many women face every day and throughout their lifetimes, a violence that so often goes unreported and unpunished. I cannot express just quite how thankful I am for your words, because they give me hope and strength that I and other victims can survive and thrive despite what was done to us. Thank you for sharing your story and shedding light on a crime that so often silences its victims.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.


34 people like this
Posted by Jack
a resident of another community
on Jun 4, 2016 at 11:22 am

Under the most reasonably lenient of circumstances this should have been five years. This is crazy and wrong.


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Posted by Online Name
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 4, 2016 at 11:57 am

This ridiculously light sentence is now making national and international news.


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Posted by mauricio
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 4, 2016 at 1:09 pm

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Unfortunately, the Stanford influence has infiltrated into the judiciary too. It's bad enough that Palo Alto keeps accommodating Stanford to the detriment of the Palo Alto residents, but this is a new low, and a terrible precedent when a judge who is a Stanford alum lets a Stanford athlete basically get away with sexual assault.


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Posted by maurwalsh
a resident of another community
on Jun 4, 2016 at 1:15 pm

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Thank you for your eloquence and your bravery.


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Posted by Mom
a resident of Midtown
on Jun 4, 2016 at 1:20 pm

This article is not written by a victim- it is written by a SURVIVOR. I am in awe of the strength and inspiration this brave sharing provides to so many others. This young woman is a hero. She may not know it but she will have inspired so many through how she has boldly faced this attack. What a powerful message. Thank you Emiky Doe for sharing.


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Posted by EC
a resident of South of Midtown
on Jun 4, 2016 at 1:53 pm

Aaron Persky is up for reelection, yet does not appear on the primary ballots. (He is apparently running unopposed.) Vote no confidence when he appears in the November ballots!


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Posted by Online Name
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 4, 2016 at 2:24 pm

I read about a recall petition drive but can't find a link online. Does anyone have a link? Thanks in advance.


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Posted by anonymous
a resident of Duveneck/St. Francis
on Jun 4, 2016 at 2:35 pm

Posted by mauricio
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
1 hour ago
mauricio is a registered user.
"Unfortunately, the Stanford influence has infiltrated into the judiciary too. It's bad enough that Palo Alto keeps accommodating Stanford to the detriment of the Palo Alto residents, but this is a new low, and a terrible precedent when a judge who is a Stanford alum lets a Stanford athlete basically get away with sexual assault."

I strongly agree with you, mauricio.

the snooty good old boy's network.


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Posted by Julie D
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 4, 2016 at 4:41 pm

Here is petition Web Link


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Posted by Curmudgeon
a resident of Downtown North
on Jun 4, 2016 at 5:06 pm

"Under the most reasonably lenient of circumstances this should have been five years. This is crazy and wrong."

The perp is very fortunate to be white and an athlete.


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Posted by Online Name
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 4, 2016 at 6:05 pm

Julie D,

Thanks very much for posting the link to the web petition protesting the absurdly lenient sentence.

Here is again: Web Link


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Posted by d p
a resident of Midtown
on Jun 4, 2016 at 6:41 pm

"After the hearing, Turner's attorneys notified the court they plan to appeal the conviction"...

dear jay thorwaldson,

please post info in the weekly (repeatedly) to let others know how to recall, or vote against, this judge!


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Posted by #recallpersky
a resident of Adobe-Meadow
on Jun 4, 2016 at 6:59 pm

Stanford Law Prof Michele Dauber is leading the recall. Email her at mldauber@gmail.com


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Posted by Kyle David
a resident of Charleston Gardens
on Jun 4, 2016 at 7:40 pm

Wow, this judge needs to be in jail for re-victimizing the victim.


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Posted by emily doe
a resident of Stanford
on Jun 4, 2016 at 8:43 pm

Emily,
Thank you so much for all your bravery and resilience. You speak for all of us in your outrage and your compassion. Thank you, thank you. I hope you will go forth and do powerful, wonderful things. Keep up all your good work and thank you for being a voice of reason in the chaos of this landscape. You are a beautiful and strong woman, and I feel very lucky to have heard your voice in all this.


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Posted by Recall Aaron Persky
a resident of Downtown North
on Jun 4, 2016 at 8:58 pm

It's time to exercise our sovereign authority and remove this judge from the bench. I have emailed Prof. Dauber and I'm looking forward to doing whatever I can to gather signatures and raise money to make sure Persky can't spend another 10 years denying justice to victims.


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Posted by Mary
a resident of Evergreen Park
on Jun 4, 2016 at 10:17 pm

It is heart wrenching that the poor judgment of both individuals will impact their lives forever.


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Posted by Allison Rockwell
a resident of another community
on Jun 4, 2016 at 10:27 pm

My heart is hurting but I so appreciate hearing "Emily Doe's" voice loud and clear! Rape and Sexual assault are heinous crimes- NOT ACCEPTABLE PERIOD. Those attacked need support and a legal system to back them. Laws and consequences need to reflect this. I appreciate the courage it has taken to tell her story and hope this will be a catalyst for change.


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Posted by Ceek Hayes
a resident of another community
on Jun 5, 2016 at 1:34 am

Emily, thank you for having the courage to be that lighthouse.


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Posted by Jodi M>
a resident of Midtown
on Jun 5, 2016 at 1:36 am

Here is a link on how to file an ethics complaint against Judge Persky based on his bias against victims of rape and sexual assault as demonstrated by the lenient sentence he issued in this case. Please circulate this-

Web Link


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Posted by James
a resident of Fairmeadow
on Jun 5, 2016 at 4:39 am

[Portion removed.] She made a powerful statement, yet was unresponsive at the scene? Normally you need be alert enough to experience something for it to have a genuine impact. His sentencing was not too lenient at all.


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Posted by mauricio
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 5, 2016 at 6:18 am

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@James, your post is absolutely horrifying. You will probably never be as wrong about anything like you are about this matter. I don't know what background or mentality are capable of producing such a vile, awful post, just like I'm not sure what exactly cause the judge to betray his justice, and his profession, and I probably don't want to know.


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Posted by Alphonso
a resident of Los Altos Hills
on Jun 5, 2016 at 7:15 am

Mauricio - [Portion removed.] This case became entirely too political to be fair and Turner was turned into a scapegoat for all sexual assault on university campuses - he is an individual and should have been tried as an individual. If he intended to rape the victim then he got off easy, but if consent was given then the sentence was too harsh. Two independent bodies (the Judge and Probation) reviewed the case and Turner and determined a reasonable sentence is six months.


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Posted by One More
a resident of Adobe-Meadow
on Jun 5, 2016 at 7:42 am

@Alphonso - just to be clear - [portion removed due to inaccuracy] If consent were given, there would be no rape. So the jury, the sole finder of fact, determined beyond reasonable doubt that no consent was given. Period.

The appropriate punishment is a different matter, and I know less about that. But let's not muddy the water on whether a crime was committed here and the facts of the case. The trial was held and the jury has ruled. Guilty.


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Posted by Alphonso
a resident of Los Altos Hills
on Jun 5, 2016 at 7:53 am

One More - And to be clear - OJ Simpson was found not guilty of killing his wife by a jury.


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Posted by One More
a resident of Adobe-Meadow
on Jun 5, 2016 at 7:59 am

@Alphonso - seriously, that's what you've got? A light sentence for this convicted rapist is ok because you are pretty sure OJ was guilty? I"m embarrassed for you.


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Posted by Elizabeth S.
a resident of Barron Park
on Jun 5, 2016 at 8:45 am

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Posted by Wow
a resident of Barron Park
on Jun 5, 2016 at 9:24 am

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Posted by mauricio
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 5, 2016 at 9:29 am

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How convenient for apologists for sexual assault :The case has become too political, therefore the defendant is being scapegoated for sexual assault in:pick one - campuses, the military, the work place. Since he can't receive a fair trial, being a scapegoat and all, he should get off lightly, perhaps not punished at all?. And don't forget the O.J. trial.


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Posted by PA neighbor
a resident of Community Center
on Jun 5, 2016 at 10:00 am

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Posted by Vince
a resident of Meadow Park
on Jun 5, 2016 at 10:01 am

Mauricio,

The only problem with your posts is that they are devoid of any objectivity whatsoever; is there any* accountability to the 23 year old who decided to drink before* the party, get hammered at* the party, and then have no recollection of her potential consent? [Portion removed.] He's not right by any means, but the sentencing doesn't seem too lenient.


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Posted by Annette
a resident of College Terrace
on Jun 5, 2016 at 10:07 am

Even if Turner had been sent to prison for several years what is wrong on our campuses would not be fixed; the culture needs to change. Enforcement of prohibited under-age drinking and more education about sexual assault would help. I'd like to see the "anger energy" go towards that so that tragedies of this sort might be avoided in the first place.


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Posted by mauricio
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 5, 2016 at 10:08 am

mauricio is a registered user.

Using your logic, if you, Vince, get hammered or stoned at a party, as a college student or an adult, it's more or less ok for someone to penetrate you while you are unconscious. Have any more excuses for sexual predators, or was that it?


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Posted by CT resident
a resident of College Terrace
on Jun 5, 2016 at 10:19 am

What would Stanford do about this? And what about Palo Alto? In my opinion, we shouldn't have a [portion removed] walking around our neighborhood. I think he should be expelled from the university.


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Posted by Annette
a resident of College Terrace
on Jun 5, 2016 at 10:25 am

@CT Resident - the defendant hasn't been on campus since he was arrested; he withdrew from Stanford at that time. He is now in jail. You needn't worry about this young man walking around College Terrace.


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Posted by One More
a resident of Adobe-Meadow
on Jun 5, 2016 at 11:23 am

@Vince - "accountability"? What are you talking about? If you or your friend or your child gets drunk at a party, what kind of "accountability" do you think is appropriate? Sexual assault?? Or should they just be beaten and robbed? Publicly shamed? What did you have in mind?

What the woman did in this case may have been unwise. Her punishment should have been a hangover. What the man did was a criminal felony, as now determined beyond reasonable doubt by a jury. Get the difference?


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Posted by Sheryl
a resident of Palo Alto Hills
on Jun 5, 2016 at 11:54 am

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Posted by Huh?
a resident of Charleston Gardens
on Jun 5, 2016 at 12:21 pm

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Posted by mauricio
a resident of Embarcadero Oaks/Leland
on Jun 5, 2016 at 12:27 pm

mauricio is a registered user.

To sum up the gist of the argument of sexual assault apologists as I understand it:if the victim acted in a foolish and irresponsible way before being assualted, she is to blame, and her attacker should at most get a slight slap on the wrist, if any at all. The consequences for stupid, irresponsible behavior should be rape/sexual assault or perhaps a severe beating, and the consequences for a perpetrator committing such acts on someone behaving irresponsibly should be a light reprimand. Is it a wonder we have so much sexual violence in our society with such attitudes.?


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