He got away with rape because he was good at basketball. Maybe he raped because he was good at basketball, and that made him feel entitled to do it. It was another nauseating, depressing, enraging, shameful episode in the hypocritical circus of the M&E industry and professional sports.
I'm glad that he's dead. I hope that he thought about that poor girl's hysterical weeping when he knew he was going to die, and I'm glad that I lived to see one of these people finally get what they deserve without someone having to commit murder.
My saying that probably won't help a woman be elected President. However, I'm not running for political office, have no official affiliation with anyone, am not on the payroll of any politician or appointee, and am sick to death of the jeering, unaccountable rape culture that has poisoned the United States and caused the ruin of victims' lives for so many years. Whether or not I mince my words doesn't seem to change how I am forced to subsist every day.
Maybe I'll feel differently tomorrow, although I'm sure that I'll be no less certain that he did what he was accused of tomorrow than I am right now.
Blame yourselves for my bitterness. You deserve that, too.
What about all of the people who are in jail for rape because they weren't good at basketball, the ones who can't get jobs or places to live if they're ever released, who are feared and reviled but never really helped to change or supported if they do change?
Fuck Kobe Bryant, and everyone who made him what he was. All of those people cheering like it never happened, how that must have made her feel, year after year. And now everyone's going to be scrutinizing her again, to see what she says or does, ready to turn something that has nothing to do with her into drama that could add to her lifetime burden because of what he did, and what he knew he did, and what he lied about, and the way that the system that is supposed to protect the innocent and punish those who hurt the innocent accepted his lie, and the way that the world accepted his lie and gave him the life that he wanted anyway.
I don't tend to believe that G-d is vengeful, but if there is a G-d, then I'm sure that Mr. Bryant is doing a lot of explaining right now. "You see, G-d, I thought I was You. You know how that is...wow, that's very loud thunder...can I start this over again? How much time do we have? Eternity, right, I forgot. I'm new at being dead. So, I didn't think that anything bad would happen to me if I did exactly what I felt like doing at the time...you don't like that answer, do you, I can tell."
