I don’t know how often you’ve been stumbling drunk and bleeding down a street in Williamsburg at 12:45am, but let’s say this much – you didn’t fall out of the sky that way. There are events that led up to the incident that newspapers are reporting for Laura Flippin who has been the subject of many (I’m sure) well-intentioned citizens who felt the need to dump more humiliation on her by writing reprimanding articles of what may be contenders for Captain Obvious blog fodder.
I pray to God someone showed compassion to her, that someone asked her the right questions and that not everyone wrote her off that night. I pray to God it wasn’t my initial fear of rape, abuse, etc., which many a victim refuses to state at the time, let alone believe it even happened. I pray to God her (I’m sure) well-intentioned friends didn’t desert her when they first realized she was slurring her words or falling off her high heels too frequently and that whoever came in contact with her in whatever events led up to 12:45am weren’t just there long enough to wag their fingers in her face – or worse, walk on by in their priestly and levitical robes, scoffing and crossing the street.
I love this town, I do. But some days people make me want to cry. I hope she has a story that we are ready for at her hearing, and maybe I’m overreacting. But God knows I wish people would have overreacted when I needed help. Or maybe just acted at all…