Abstract
If you picked this up looking for violence, hoping to learn the crude details of the act, you may as well go back to your newspaper. If gashes and bruises, fingernails and ice picks are what you're after, you are reading the wrong story. A man raped me, it's as simple as that. It was painful, ugly, humiliating. That's what rape is. All those meanings are subsumed in the word itself. What were you doing in that place? my father asked, much later. My father, my kind and distant father. Didn't you know the risks? He didn't mean to accuse; he wanted only to understand this, how his daughter, his bright, clean, intelligent daughter, could have chosen to leave a party late at night with a man she barely knew. How she could have driven with him to an apartment on the other side of town and become the victim of the sort of sordid act that he, my father, has always tried to avoid knowing about.
Publication Title
Clinical Law Review
Volume
1
Issue
1
First Page
41
Recommended Citation
Nancy Cook,
Legal Fictions: Clinical Experiences, Lace Collars and Boundless Stories,
1
Clinical L. Rev
41
(1994).
Available at:
https://gretchen.law.nyu.edu/clr/vol1/iss1/5