GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF SHAMES ALL WOMEN
CAROL SARLER'S COLUMN: The People
ASHLEY Pittman is not and never has been a rapist. It took a jury just
41 minutes to decide that a girl who claimed otherwise - two whole years
after the alleged event, which itself was four years ago - was telling a
pile of porkies.
She made up the story, the jury seemed to conclude, to appease her
Muslim boyfriend's fury that he had not been "the first". But whatever
her reasons, it was an unspeakably vicious act on her part, with
repercussions that rumble still.
Ashley, 22, was by all accounts - especially his tutors' - a brilliant
student. Yet with this case hanging over him, he could not face his
university or his studies, so he walked away; he and his shattered
parents have had their entire lives put on hold, causing incalculable
damage, on the whim of one stupid little dolly.
She, in my book, was the only criminal in this case. And yet, I cannot
tell you who she was; indeed, I don't even know. Because as the players
walked away from the court on Thursday, Ashley was destined to have his
face plastered all over the papers - while she, the real culprit,
wandered off clutching a teddy bear, completely protected by the
anonymity she was granted in law.
I looked at Ashley's picture, and I remembered Austin Donellan, another
student who was falsely accused of rape by another girl whose identity
the law protects to this day.
I do not remember where that trial took place. I do not actually
remember exactly when.
But I remember his name and I remember his face, with those anxious,
bewildered, bespectacled eyes - just as you can be sure every potential
girlfriend or employer has remembered ever since.
The innocent party, in cases like these, is the one who gets the life
In a week when the government announces plans to make it harder for the
defence in a rape case, they might do well to remind themselves of the
damage that such knee-jerk, politically correct provisions are already
doing to young men like Ashley and Austin.
And the rest of us women might do well to ask ourselves: did we really
need such provisions in the first place?
I do not believe that we are best served by sops that seek to place rape
on a different plane from any and all other abusive, violent crime.
I find it ridiculous and insulting that if a man smashes a woman's limbs
and face into a pulp, she must stand and accuse him in public...but if
the assault is upon her rude bits, the entire system of British law
turns on its head to allow her privacy.
In other words, the parts of us that define us as women are also the
parts that define us as frail, helpless, blushing little virginal
beasties, quite unable to stand up for ourselves within or without a
Of course it's not fun giving evidence in a rape trial. Yet you have to
do that whether you are named in the press or not. And it's not beyond
the ken of our legislature, if they fancy changing laws here, to say
that the evidence heard by a court may not - at the discretion of M'Lud
- be reported by the press.
But to give to women the special "privilege" of being allowed to wreak
havoc upon the lives of others, without even having to stand up and be
counted, says nothing for progress, fairness or equality.
Instead, it harks back to a time when women were seen, on the surface at
least, as creatures of utter fragility.
While underneath, as everybody knew, we were just witches on a
-What do you think? Write to: Carol Sarler, Sunday People, 1 Canada
Square, London E14 5AP.
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