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   disturbed mind to All   
   Christine Blasey Ford Calls 911 (1/2)   
   04 Oct 18 02:40:25   
   
   XPost: alt.atheism, alt.journalism, alt.journalism.newspapers   
   XPost: alt.abortion   
   From: cblasey@paloaltou.edu   
      
   At a police station in Maryland, a phone rings and a female   
   officer answers.   
      
   911: Hello, 911. What is your emergency?   
      
   Ford: Hello, police? Someone just tried to rape me.   
      
   911: Tried to rape you?   
      
   Ford: Yes. Tried to rape me.   
      
   911:  What’s your name?   
      
   Ford: Christine.   
      
   911:  What happened?   
      
   Ford: Well, the guy was really drunk.   
      
   911: OK. He was drunk.   
      
   Ford: The guy was really drunk and he tried to take my clothes   
   off.   
      
   911: Then what happened?   
      
   Ford: I tried to scream but he put his hand over my mouth.   
      
   911: OK, then what happened?   
      
   Ford: He tried to rape me but he did not succeed.   
      
   911: So there was no actual rape?   
      
   Ford: No, but he tried, believe me. And that’s a crime.   
      
   911: Ma’am, at this police station we know the laws of the state   
   of Maryland. We know that rape is a crime.   
      
   Ford: Good, so . . .   
      
   911: Who is this drunk who tried to take off your clothes   
   intending to rape you?   
      
   Ford:  Uh, I can’t really say.   
      
   911: You can’t say or you don’t know?   
      
   Ford: Uh, I guess I don’t know who he was. Kinda. Sorry.   
      
   911: Ever see him before?   
      
   Ford: Uh. Not that I know of.   
      
   911: Any witnesses to the attempted rape?   
      
   Ford: Yes, there were two drunks in the room.   
      
   911: So the attacker had an accomplice?   
      
   Ford: Yes. Wait, there might have been three others in the room.   
      
   911: Three others? So four in all?   
      
   Ford: Yes, there were four. I think I remember that. Or maybe   
   just two.   
      
   911: Maybe just two. Any names of any of the others?   
      
   Ford: Uh, no. I don’t know any of the names. But I know they are   
   all from an upscale prep school.   
      
   911: Do you recall the name of the school?   
      
   Ford: Uh. No I don’t. But as you know there are plenty of   
   schools like that in this area.   
      
   911: Did the attack take place in a residence?   
      
   Ford: Yes, it was a party at a private residence.   
      
   911: Had you been to a party like that before?   
      
   Ford: Uh, yes I had.   
      
   911: What is the address where this party occurred? The   
   homeowners may have more information?   
      
   Ford: Uh, I can’t say. I don’t know the address. I don’t know   
   who owns the place or even where it is.   
      
   911: You don’t know the location of the place you were attacked?   
      
   Ford: No, I don’t. Sorry.   
      
   911: How did you get to the residence? Did a friend perhaps   
   drive you?   
      
   Ford: Uh. I don’t recall just how I got there. Kinda.   
      
   911: Were you drinking at the time?   
      
   Ford: Look, I’m not going to talk about that. I mean, I have a   
   right to privacy, okay?   
      
   911: OK. What time did the attack take place?   
      
   Ford: Uh, I don’t know.   
      
   911: How did you get home after the attack?   
      
   Ford: Uh, I’m not sure about that either.   
      
   911: But you are sure this drunk preppie tried to rape you?   
      
   Ford: Yes. I’m sure about that. He tried to take off my clothes   
   and when I screamed he put his hand over my mouth.   
      
   911: Did you maybe grab an article of his clothing?   
      
   Ford: No I didn’t.   
      
   911: No scratches or wounds of any kind?   
      
   Ford: No.   
      
   911: Did you tell anybody else? Friends? Parents? Teachers?   
      
   Ford: No, I didn’t.   
      
   911: OK. Do you want to come in and file a formal police report?   
      
   Ford: Uh, no. I don’t want to file a police report.   
      
   911: You realize, ma’am, that without a police report it’s   
   pretty hard for us to respond in any meaningful way?   
      
   Ford: I don’t understand why. I told you the story.   
      
   911: Just so you know, if you do file a police report with false   
   information you can be charged for that.   
      
   Ford: I can?   
      
   911: Yes, you can. It’s actually a serious matter because anyone   
   accused of a crime is presumed to be innocent.   
      
   Ford: But he tried to . . .   
      
   911: You might keep that in mind, ma’am. The accuser has to   
   prove the person guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. And without   
   the address, time of the crime, name and description of the   
   attacker, and with no witness or physical evidence, you won’t   
   have much of a case.   
      
   Ford: But I told you the story.   
      
   911: In fact, you won’t have any case at all. You have given us   
   essentially nothing. No evidence.   
      
   Ford: But I told you what happened.   
      
   911: You did, but here’s the thing: a story is not evidence of a   
   crime. An accusation is not evidence. Just so you know.   
      
   Ford: So I can’t just tell you the story?   
      
   911: Not the way you did just now. We need things called “facts.”   
      
   Ford: So you aren’t going to do anything?   
      
   911: Based on what you said, ma’am, no police department in the   
   United States would touch this case.   
      
   Ford: What about the FBI?   
      
      
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