Dear Brock Turner,

My grandfather was a swimmer, if you wanted to know. He was one of UNC Chapel Hill’s finest young men, successful athletically and academically. He was tall, attractive, and had a fabulous smile. Being a dashing, personable fellow, I am sure he enjoyed the social life just as much as the next. But maybe, just maybe, not as much as you did.

I should probably introduce myself first. Hi Mr. Turner, my name is Just a College Girl and I attend Just Another College in New York. That’s relatively far from you, so don’t worry, I was never a girl you could have laid your hands on at a party. So that you can understand where I am coming from, here is a little bit more about me. Did you know that sometimes when I fail a test, I don’t have the desire for my dad’s mac n’ cheese, just like how you didn’t want your favorite food after being charged? Sinful. But on the other hand, sometimes when I get sad, I have the desire to eat my dad’s mac n’ cheese and the rest of my favorite foods.

I heard you like when girls dress in ways that they are asking for ‘it’. Did you know that I sometimes wear shorts and you can occasionally can find me revealing some skin in a croc top? I went to high school, I would attend parties here and there, but I never drank enough where I was out of control. Maybe that’s where we differ, because obviously that one night you were so out of control you must have been so drunk to do such a thing. Oh my gosh, I forgot to mention that I love to dance, sober or not. But when I am dancing, and my head is bopping to the music just like everyone else, that’s not my head shaking in consent to anything or anyone.

One time I was at this party and this really attractive guy realized I was having a little too much fun pouring back the drinks. You know what he did? He switched us both to water, spent the rest of the night hanging out with me, and then he walked me home, making sure I was safe without laying a hand on me or putting more in my cup and taking me to a place he thought no one else could see. Did you know guys like that existed? Yeah, neither does America because of guys like you.

Did you know that consent is only given when the word “yes” is said? Did you know that an unconscious girl has no ability to consent even if her head bobs up and down like she is signaling “yes”? Did you know that getting off on an unconscious girl shows how pathetic you must really be if you can’t get a coherent, sober girl to say “yes”? Did you know you have sparked more outrage and controversy amongst the world than any other rapist, white, male, swimmer from Stanford? Must be proud, right? At least now you’re famous.

I am just another college girl, at just another college, and it is because of creatures like you that make going out at night scary. It is because of corrupted minds like yours, that make girls feel like they should dress differently or act more refined just so a guy doesn’t think our body language is saying “yes”. It is because of cases like yours that show how unjust our judicial system is, how contorted humans views can be, how we are failing our duties of protecting the streets one white “young and immature” rapist at a time.

Brock Turner, I am an accepting, respectful, loving person. However, I have no love, respect, or acceptance to give to you. I hope you live a life with complete and utter shame. I hope you struggle to find acceptance and live a life without love. I know you will never come to terms with what you truly did, I know you will live a life in denial. I hope you never learn to love your favorite foods again, but more so, I hope you never put your hands on another human being again.

Sincerely,