When the story of Nelly’s arrest for allegedly raping a college student first broke, I received several emails an texts asking if I planned to cover the story. It was hot and trending, so it would have made sense to tackle it. But as I strive to bring you more quality over quantity, I opted to sit out. When I learn of an alleged sexual assault, I take it very seriously. The alleged victim doesn’t need another blogger picking at her bones. I thought it better to wait and see what develops from the story.
And unfortunately, it’s developing as I suspected it would. Nelly, of course, denies the allegations:
And as of 3 days ago, the alleged victim is asking the prosecutor’s office to drop the case. In a letter released to Buzzfeed via her attorney, she shared the following:
October 13, 2017
We do not live in a society where a 21 year old college student can feel safe enough to pursue criminal charges against a celebrity for an alleged rape. If in a moment of panic and fear she immediately calls 911, she will be interviewed, detained, and then sent to a hospital where a rape kit will be administered. Hours later after she is allowed to return home, she will look at her phone only to be besieged by text messages of screen shots of internet articles already describing the incident. Before her initial tears have dried her phone will ring and she will belatedly realize that she is talking to a reporter who is trying to befriend her. How did this reporter get my number…will echo through her mind.
As she cries alone in her apartment with mounting hysteria, she will learn that the celebrity and his lawyer are issuing public statements that her “allegation is devoid of credibility and is motivated by greed and vindictiveness.” That her agenda is “money, fame and notoriety.” That she is making a “dangerous, fraudulent allegation to accomplish her own goals.” And that they will “pursue every legal option to address this defaming claim.” The investigating detective will ask that she attend a joint meeting with the prosecutor’s office to give a full recorded statement. Even though she remains distraught and frightened somehow she will summon the courage to give the interview on Monday Oct. 9. The detective promises that no one will know that she has met with them until the investigation is closed. Her privacy is assured. On Tuesday Oct. 10 the Commander of the police department issues a statement to the media advising that she met with the police and prosecutor that Monday. The detective apologizes on Wednesday Oct. 11 and says: “Regardless, I gave the victim my word that the interview would not be shared during this early part of the investigation, and I failed her with that promise.”
Every step of the way since the time she called 911, she wishes she had not. Not because what happened didn’t occur exactly the way she described it. Not because she did not want the police to charge the celebrity with alleged rape. She wishes she had not called 911 because the she believes the system is going to fail her. She wonders who is she to go by her small “unimportant” self against a celebrity. Who will believe her. People are saying horrible things already. She cannot handle this. She is about to break. She wants to close the door. She wants this to end. She just cannot bear it.
And so, today she is telling the Auburn Police Department and the King County Prosecutor’s Office to put a halt to the criminal investigation of Cornell Haynes, Jr. (aka “Nelly”). She will not testify further in a criminal proceeding against him. She never wanted notoriety. She never wanted a dime from that man. She wants to go back to school and to graduate. And this she cannot do if she remains hidden in her room, crying her heart out. One day, maybe our world will change and thirty women will not be needed to (eventually) speak out against a celebrity who has hurt them in order to be believed. But that day has not yet come.
And there you have it. Another alleged victim of sexual assault who cannot speak her truth out of fear.
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