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|    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?                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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