The neighbourhood girl, whose name I don’t recall, fought hard, but I was stronger. After a minute or so of desperate struggle I overcame her resistance and planted a kiss on her lips. I might have even felt her up, but I can’t remember that far back.
You see, the incident happened over half a century ago, when both the criminal (I) and the victim (she) were 12 years old. Afterwards, she called me a moron and refused to play with me ever again. I forget how long her resolution lasted. Full Editorial
Really good and well written article that touches upon some issues I wonder about and points out some truths. I’ve put the ones that strike me as permanent here in Amerika below. I feel all the issues below need to be addressed here too. It’s her word against his, and the only reason criminal charges, or indeed an investigation, could even be considered is if, by some odd twist of today’s jurisprudence, her word counts for more than his. One is tempted to think that the ancient principle of proof beyond reasonable doubt isn’t applied in such cases as rigorously… Read more »