Brock Turner’s Sentence is a Very Sad and Pathetic Display of Justice

It is absolutely disgusting and entirely outrageous that a former Stanford athlete, Brock Turner, was sentenced only to six months in County jail for raping an unconscious woman.

This is a slap on the wrist for Turner, but a slap in the face — a thousand times over — for the victim.

As she herself so aptly stated, it is a ‘soft time-out’.

Turner refused to admit his responsibility and fault and merely blamed what he called the ‘campus drinking culture.’ Judge Persky said Turner was young and didn’t have a previous criminal record. One does NOT need a criminal record to rape. At 19 years of age, when he is already old enough to vote and go to war, Turner is old enough to know assaulting an unconscious person is undeniably wrong.

Since we are first able to crawl and walk, we are taught to learn good from bad.

The sentencing of six months is a very sad and pathetic display of justice.

In fact, the sentence is far from serving justice. Persky said a longer prison sentence would have a “severe impact” on Turner. Persky could not be more wrong, and instead, he has assured other rapists and offenders that they too can get away with assault, especially if they have privileged backgrounds.

The victim’s statement at Turner’s sentencing churns my stomach.

I can’t even begin to imagine what her family, and most of all she, has been through this past year. What horror they’ve had to revisit over and over again. What terror the victim must now endure for the rest of her life. In her words prior to the outrageous handslap of a sentence, “You took away my worth, my privacy, my energy, my time, my safety, my intimacy, my confidence, my own voice, until today,” she said, reportedly directly to Turner. “I am a human being who has been irreversibly hurt.”

I pray that, through all this, she continues to find strength, and amplifies her voice for others.

She has countless people across this country who stand by and believe in her. Our system of justice failed her miserably and it didn’t have to be that way.

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