STORY TIME :))) Difficult to Remember M. Stanley Bubien Today, I would have justice. Finally. I waited for the prosecutor to enter the courtroom, purse below my chair---a chair Id sat in for eleven months---just like countless others Id used for the last---how many?---seven years. Youd think Id have gotten better after so long. But no. Were heading for another mistrial, the prosecutor had said yesterday as I approached the stand. Keep it simple. But the defense attorney went for the throat. Describe the evening in question. I was raped. He shrugged, Details, please. I looked toward the prosecutor, but he was unwilling to object. Id rather not, I said bluntly. And why is that? Because its hard... Difficult to remember. Difficult to remember? He turned to the judge. Your honor, this woman has trouble with her memory. Shes not a reliable witness. I move that charges be dropped. No! I interrupted, I meant its difficult on--- No more questions! the attorney blurted. Please step down! But--- Please step down! I returned to my seat, mouth a thin line, begging for tears to come, but seven years had dried them---not seven years of mistrials, but seven years of being forced to remember, to relive everything---his face, his hands, his reek. Never allowed to forget. The prosecutor entered, and as he greeted me, I said, Im dropping the charges. You cant! I can. I need justice---maybe not for that... rapist---but for myself. Before he could respond, I lifted my purse, stood, and walked away from my chair forever. THE END
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 09:54:31 +0000