Messages to my AG

Messages I posted on Aaron Ford's social media today. 

Facebook (after I got the 5pm on a Friday email say the public records from yhe AGO will not be ready until MARCH 27th)

Thanks for the Kwanzaa present I just got. I don’t get the PUBLIC RECORDS regarding my rape until the end of March now. That’s nine months. I requested them in June. I sued for them in July. Nine months.

You know what, Aaron—you are petty. You could have done something. Something that could have changed a lot of things for a lot of women. Did you know that an actual majority of women are sexually assaulted by their partner? It’s over 50%. You have a video that is just so clearly the definition of rape—like, spot-on definition.

You could have prosecuted this. You could have used it to prove a point, because every single issue with my case is covered—either by VAWA, rape shield, case law, or neurobiology, which can be explained by an expert witness. I mean, the neurobiology could be explained by a 10th grader who passed the first semester of AP psych.

Instead, you have refused to look at evidence. You have ignored every single outreach I have made to your office, including several formal complaints. You have had me surveilled, and I don’t understand why.

Why didn’t you answer me before? It was six months before I started heckling you online. Calls, emails—I got no response. And that violates the 2018 Crime Victims’ Bill of Rights.

If you ever decide we should “move forward” in reality for half the female population and actually use the laws that are on the books to protect women like me, let me know and I will help you. Hell, you don’t even have to bother with my case—just do something. You have the power, not me. You could actually change the outcome for so many of us. I was not his first victim—he told me that—and I am not going to be his last.

I don’t know what else I can do. I am not even trying to save myself anymore. You have proven how worthless, voiceless, and little what happened to me matters to anyone. But it matters to me that the next woman who comes to you for justice isn’t turned away. I cannot allow another woman to go through what you have put me through.

I am an incredibly smart person—like, literally. I will help you if you will just take up the cause. Just care that this is happening every night to women in your state. You have the power and the control. We don’t have that. You could make it change.

Just care about it. Just challenge the perception of the immoral woman deserving it, or implied consent from staying with a partner due to trauma bonding. That is not consent.

The law is so clear. It is black and white. The rest is just noise, attitude, and perception.

I’m obviously following your campaign. You’re running on nothing. You have given no fresh ideas to move forward. You seem to be running on the economy only, with no real plan. I have a weak case, and you, sir, have a weak campaign. Maybe try standing for something.

I’m a bleeding-heart democratic socialist. You show me nothing of substance. Add a plank to the platform, my friend. Take up a cause. Hell, my rapist—I’ve heard it both ways—either went on a date with or slept with Lombardo’s ex-wife. Lombardo appointed him. You wouldn’t even nibble on that one?

Whatever. You’re never going to respond, and partisanship aside, I wouldn’t trust you to be governor. You’ve proven you care nothing about the citizens of this state, and you have a weak platform. If you look back on Twitter, I was heckling you well before this. “Bootlicker” is the word I used in one post, like two years ago.

You lose a voter as blue as I am? Congrats, man. That takes talent.

The Follow Up Facebook message responding to auto message he sent me.

Oh, here we go again. Read what I just wrote. I’m reaching out with an olive branch because I have been shamed by my party brethren.

Help. That’s all I have asked for—help. I was ignored while I screamed and begged for him to stop. Ignored. I was ignored by your office. I have had my complaints ignored, my voice ignored, and the law has been ignored.

I posted something to you on Threads about what a former (disbarred) attorney told me about what he thought was the reason your office refused this case. Here is what he said:

“You’re just looking at the evening in question and the number of people participating. Are you seriously going to tell me you don’t understand why this is a monumentally shitty case where they would never get a conviction? How many of the jurors would blame you for what’s happening just based upon their perception of your character—two, five, ten? How many of them are guaranteed to say, even if they believe it was rape, ‘she deserved it’?”

I know that is probably the absolute truth. But it shouldn’t be.

The law is there. Like—Jesus—this case law on rape within a relationship dates back to last century, to my childhood, and I ain’t young.

Have the intellectual debate with me about how many laws we have to pass in order to be able to enforce them.

I know what people could think. Hell, my dad—the straight-and-narrow Georgetown graduate lawyer—called his daughter an embarrassment. Trust me, I know already.

But that could—and dear God almighty should—change.

We are liberals, for God’s sake. Stand up. It doesn’t have to push your poll numbers to be something that matters to so many women.

I don’t know why I’m bothering trying to engage you at this point. You really seem to stand for nothing.

I wish I could end this with something hopeful or tidy, like a lesson learned or a call to action that fixes everything. I don’t have that. What I have is the uncomfortable truth that the law is clear, the evidence exists, and the rest of this mess is just people choosing not to care. So I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep being inconvenient. I’ll keep saying the quiet part out loud until someone with power gets embarrassed enough—or human enough—to do the right thing. And if that never happens, at least no one gets to say they didn’t know.