Une avocate qui a bien défendu son client violeur: la victime se suicide !!!

Une victime qui se suicide par désespoir après l’interrogatoire de l’avocate du violeur, qui met en doute son témoignage.

 » Frances Andrade s’est suicidée après avoir été accusée d’avoir menti, dit son mari.

Fran Andrade s’est suicidée dans la maison familiale à Guildford, dans le Surrey, un jour après que son violeur: Brewer, a commencé à témoigner, l’étiquetant de « fantaisiste » qui vivait « une vie imaginaire ».

… »Cela a été dévastateur… je sais que ce n’est pas personnel, elle [l’avocate] doit le faire, elle doit attaquer, elle doit défendre son client, mais Fran a trouvé étonnant qu’une femme puisse faire un travail comme ça ».

Elle trouvait que  » peut-être c’était injuste que c’était une femme (l’avocate du violeur), qui mettait en doute son témoignage »…

Le décès de la violoniste suscite un débat sur la façon dont les tribunaux traitent les cas d’abus, après qu’UNE avocatE ait demandé si elle disait la vérité…

« J’espère qu’ils pourront changer la loi. Fran sentait comme si c’était son procès à elle »…(Extraits)

A suivre http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2013/feb/10/frances-andrade-killed-herself-lying

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C’est pareil partout: une victime de viol n’est pas crue

D’une manière ou d’une autre, c’est ELLE la coupable !

Saloperies de sociétés misogynes !

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Auteur : Tingy

Romancière féministe : je viens de publier " Le temps de cuire une sauterelle " :-)) Et de rééditer : "Le Père-Ver" et "Le Village des Vagins" (Le tout sur Amazon) ... et peintre de nombreux tableaux "psycho-symboliques"... Ah! J'oubliais : un amoureux incroyable, depuis 46 ans et maman de 7 "petits" géniaux...

7 réflexions sur « Une avocate qui a bien défendu son client violeur: la victime se suicide !!! »

  1. Rapists deserve a taste of their own medicine
    If I have been silent about the horrific rape and murder of the as-yet unnamed Indian medical student in New Delhi, it’s not because I don’t care, but rather because I care so much I can hardly bear to think about it.

    We seem to be living through a time of tipping points: when thresholds are crossed that are so outrageous that they provoke long-overdue reaction from a generally compliant, inured and zoned out populace.

    India, and indeed most of southeast Asia, is well-known for its misogyny and callous brutality towards its women. From female infanticide, neglect of girls, dowry deaths, domestic violence and tribal justice in which female victims of sexual assault are blamed and punished, often with death, this is not a region that treats its women kindly.

    This is old news to global human rights activists. But suddenly, thanks to the martyrdom of that one tipping-point rape victim, it is front-page news in India and around the world, and men and women are out in the streets demanding a sea change in the way sex crimes are punished and in the discriminatory attitudes towards women, not just in India, but all over the world.

    Eve Ensler
    Eve Ensler, long a tireless advocate of women’s right to live free of violence, observes in a recent article in the Guardian/UK that we live in a global “rape culture,” in which “a girl can be purchased for less than the cost of a mobile phone.”

    Or simply taken for nothing, as happened on the bus in India, and then thrown away.

    Ensler’s website for her One Billion Rising movement, which will reach its peak on February 14, tells us that “one in three women on the planet will be raped or beaten in her lifetime.”

    “One billion women violated is an atrocity. One billion women dancing is a revolution,” the website continues, urging viewers to “strike, dance and rise in your community to demand an end to violence against women.”

    I’m sorry, but I have a hard time getting very enthusiastic about the idea of “dancing” to end violence against women.

    I think it’s time for a stronger response.

    I’d like to see rapists and assailants of women get a taste of the kind of retributive justice so many of the patriarchal cultures and religions like to mete out to women accused of sexual crimes.

    Stoning to death. Cutting off of body parts—noses are popular, but how about we try penises this time?

    This is probably why I didn’t want to write about this issue. I’m too angry. I can’t sit around and talk rationally about it anymore, like Nick Kristof did in his column today.

    Just once, I’d like to indulge my own rage and seriously entertain that favorite approach of the patriarchy: an-eye-for-an-eye retribution.

    Touch that woman violently, young man, and you will feel the edge of this razor, right between your legs.

    Throw acid in the face of that young bride, kiddo, and you will be ceremoniously dumped in a vat of acid yourself.

    Like to jam iron rods up women’s vaginas, Mr. Bus Driver? How do you like the feel of this one up your ass?

    And no, don’t tell me to calm down! Don’t tell me I’m hysterical!

    Women’s rights advocates have been trying for years—for centuries!—to get the leaders of our male-dominated world to treat us with the respect we surely deserve.

    And yet still a brave little Pakistani girl who dares to speak out for the right to education gets shot in the head.

    Malala Yousafzai
    High school and college sports stars still think it’s fine and dandy to gang-rape unconscious female classmates.

    Women are pushed into the workforce and expected to still do the second shift of housework and childcare at home—and by the way, we’re paid less, too!

    The list goes on and on, and sometimes it’s just too much.

    Maybe the only way to get real change to happen in short order—in my lifetime, please!—is to give the men responsible for these crimes and inequities a nice taste of their own medicine.

    http://bethechange2012.wordpress.com/2013/01/13/rapists-deserve-a-taste-of-their-own-medicine/

    J’aime

  2. « merci juste ce mot »

    Derrière ce simple com

    a défilé une terrible « histoire »

    Dont vous partagez l’horreur dans votre âme et votre chair

    Je vous entoure tous les deux

    De ma tendresse…désespérée!

    « Puisse votre voix ne jamais se taire »

    Ce n’est pas demains la veille :##

    J’aime

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