As I reflect on the media coverage surrounding the Steubenville case, I’m reminded of the heartbreaking realities that so many young women face. I’ve seen boys weep for their future, the same boys who violated a girl’s trust and dignity. The commentary surrounding this incident has been troubling—too often, it shifts the blame to the victim, focusing on her state that night rather than the actions of those who assaulted her. It’s disheartening to note that while the victim was left vulnerable and alone, bystanders chose to document the horror instead of intervening. The ongoing victim-blaming is deeply unjust. We must do better—for our children, our communities, and one another. Above all, we must remember: rape is a crime, and it is never the victim’s fault.
As a mother of three daughters, I find myself filled with fear and hope. I want them to navigate their lives making wise choices, but more importantly, I want them to thrive in a society that protects and supports one another. I hope they will be the ones who stand up for friends or even strangers in need. Regardless of their choices or the situations they find themselves in, let it be clear: no one has the right to violate them. It is not their fault. It will never be their fault.
When I was 17, I was a cheerleader in a small town, dating boys who were considered popular. I made poor choices; I enjoyed partying and sometimes drank too much. I thought these boys liked me and treated them as boyfriends, even sharing intimate moments with them. I often found myself labeled as the “drunk girl,” and it felt like my reputation defined me.
One night, at a party, I believed I was with my boyfriend. When he excused himself to use the bathroom, I was left in the dark, confused when another boy returned. I panicked as I realized he wasn’t my boyfriend. I fought back, screaming and trying to push him away, but he was stronger. In that moment, I was powerless as he assaulted me, and then he invited his friends to join.
I was intoxicated and foolish, yes, but none of that made it my fault. For too many years, I carried the weight of shame and blame—the name-calling, the isolation, and the threats if I ever spoke up. “Boys will be boys,” they said, laughing as they left me alone and broken. It took me decades to understand that what happened was not my fault. It was never my fault.
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In summary, it’s crucial to remember that no one is ever to blame for the crimes committed against them. We must foster a culture of support and protection, ensuring that our daughters—and all young people—know they are not alone and that they are valued.
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