The Wrongfully Accused
This whole thing stunk from the beginning, truth be told. From the imagery of a bunch of college boys whooping it up with a couple strippers to the ugly undertones of privilege, class and race that emminated from whatever-the-hell happened in that house.
From this armchair lawyer’s perspective. it always seemed as if finding anyone guilty of a crime would be a long-shot at best. There was just too much tension, drama and rhgetoric and not enough hard evidence – or at least none that I could see.
The recent decision to drop all charges against the three young men charged in the case was inevitable. I feel for the same that was done to their lives and hope they somehow grow from it.
I feel the very same way about the other victim, the woman who made the original allegations. There are too many women out there like her, particularly in our community. Women with too few choices. Women desperate and in need.
I hope she, too, finds, peace.
As for district attorney Mike Nifong, I have no such empathy.
The injustices he perpetrated against everyone involved – for his own apparent gain – are unconscionable. Yeah, he was in a bad place – between angry mobs on both sides.I’m sure there were days when he knew he could not win. But he let it go too far and, in the end, everyone involved was sentenced to a lifetime changed by his deeds.
He apologized to the three men he accused. He should apologize to the young woman, too.
Only one person had the power to stop this madness when it should have been, and he didn’t.
This I know: While there was no crime committed here, no one involved – from the accused and the accuser, their families, Duke, the local community or those among of who covered this mess – is innocent, either. The saga should us much about ourselves. And I hope we all grow from it.