WashPo was handed a false sexual assault case — and they didn’t bite

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Out of 1,000 rapes, 994 perpetrators will walk free.

Why? The glaringly obvious reason reported by the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network is that only 310 out of those 1,000 will report it. The reason is fear. Fear of what might happen to them, what people will think and most importantly, if they’ll be believed.

That’s why when something like this happens, I’m enraged. It delegitimizes the stories of men and women who have actually suffered a traumatic experience and will be told that they’re lying or exaggerating because of what happens only 2 to 8 percent of the time (which — in and of itself is a misleading statistic).

We’ve seen report after report of men with power in Hollywood and D.C. being  unveiled for the horrific monsters they are. It has been appalling but refreshing for all women watching from the sidelines.

Finallywe are cheering. This isn’t a new thing. Sexual harassment, assault and rape is are taboo topics women have been dealing with since the dawn of humanity, but oftentimes, men are so quick to turn a blind eye, stating that it rarely happens or it’s just “boys being boys.” Now no one can’t ignore  it.

Rule of thumb: if someone comes and reports a case of sexual assault to you, you believe them. The difference is, once your career and other people’s lives depend on that story, it needs to be validated. It’s a matter of ethics.

As a journalist and a feminist, I struggle. I want to believe every woman, but every case needs to be substantiated when being presented to the general public, especially considering someone’s career and life could be destroyed.

Journalists have fallen short in this arena before. I’m sure many remember the Rolling Stone article exposing rape on college campuses where a student completely fabricated an entire story of being sexually assaulted. The slip up cost Rolling Stone tons in legal fees, $1.65 million to the fraternity in question and most importantly, their credibility to readers.

So in comes a woman with a dramatic story alleging Republican congressional candidate Roy Moore of impregnating her as a teenager. It’s without a doubt tantalizing story for The Washington Post, but also incredibly dangerous. The reporter spent two weeks conducting a series of interviews about the alleged assault that caused her to get an abortion at age 15.

Fortunately, The Post did not publish an article with the unsubstantiated story. The reporter confronted the woman about her inconsistencies and questioned her motives once reporters saw her entering Project Veritas, a New York based organization that targets mainstream media and left-leaning groups. The organization’s goal is to conduct “stings” by using false stories to expose what the group calls “media bias.”

Leaders of Project Veritas have declined to comment on the woman, but the evidence leads The Post to believe they were being deceived. Although The Post has a policy stating they will not publish off-the-record comments entered in good faith, reporters did so anyway under the argument that Project Veritas wouldn’t exposed the conversations anyway, had The Post fallen for the trap, Executive Editor Martin Baron said.

I applaud The Washington Post for their impeccable and thorough (as usual) reporting. Having read through their expansive ethics policy, I am assured of the integrity of their reporters. The Post has proven that fair, unbiased news organizations exist, despite constant criticism from skeptics of good journalism.

What leaves me reeling is how this one instance of fabrication affects the narrative of sexual assault victims. The lying tipster approached The Post almost immediately following an article published about Roy Moore’s sexual encounter with a 14-year-old girl when he was 32. Some people immediately rushed to his defense, even though the story had been backed with pretty significant evidence. If people didn’t believe her — among countless other women  — before, what about now? The baffling part is how this woman could be so against her own agenda as a woman. Females everywhere have experienced some form of harassment or assault, and bringing these true and numerous cases to light is important step in breaking down the system and restructuring it in an equal and fair way.

The conclusion I keep coming to is there will always be evil people with cruel intentions, whether than is a twisted adult assaulting an underage girl, a man in power abusing his position for his own sexual gain or a woman lying about something so horrid for her political or personal agenda (although some of those instances far outweigh the others in frequency)

The best we can do as individuals is hold the men in our lives accountable, educate others who we justify as “always having been that way” or are “ill-informed,” and believe women who have the bravery to come forward about their horrible experience, removing all judgement and stigmas attached.

As journalists, we must be thorough in our investigations, accurate in our facts and unbiased in our reporting. Publications like The Washington Post make me proud to do what I do.


“…it’s because he likes you.”

If you’re a girl, chances are you were chased around the playground by an obnoxious little boy or had your pigtails yanked on or been made fun of for your “ugly” face or outfit. And chances are, you went home sobbing to have your parents tell you, “He’s doing it because he likes you.”

This is one of the most dangerous phrases you can tell a young girl. After suffering incessant sexual harassment this summer in Mumbai, I made a resolution to no longer accept this commonality, along with other B.S. excuses such as, “Boys will be boys,” and I vowed to never fill my future daughter’s head with that justification for harassment.

I was lucky. I had wonderful parents who treated me the same as my brother and who recognized the fundamental basis of equality that feminism is built upon. But that didn’t stop me from experiencing complacency from my superiors. Elementary teacher used this justification to let little boys continue to be horrible little creatures and to fill little girls’ heads with the twisted ideology that if a boy treats you poorly, it means he cares.

I know to some this argument may seem trivial in the context of children, but socialization and child rearing is critical to how children grow up and assume gender roles. We wonder why so often nice girls (either you or a friend) choose guys who treat them poorly. I believe part of that comes from the lie told to us at an early age that the worse a boy treats you, the more he loves you. Then it becomes an incessant need to please him.

Now think about college campuses. Think about all the times you’ve walked down the street and had some dude screaming something vulgar to you and high-fiving his friends, as if complimenting your “nice ass” will woo you over and make you want to marry him and bear his children. Think  about how one in 5 women will experience sexual assault during her time in college.

Although I have never been assaulted or raped, I certainly know what being sexually harassed is like. This summer, I interned with an NGO in Mumbai, India. I was doing so many incredible things, but I could hardly enjoy my experience because every two seconds I was being verbally harassed by a man. In India, I stuck out like a sore thumb with my extremely pale skin and red hair. Similarly to how American women tan, women in India bleach their skin to achieve a more desirable pale complexion (which is a separate problem with how race/color is socialized and perceived). Because I was considered the ideal beauty standard there, and I was alone, I would get harassed all the time.

Everywhere I went, I would be asked to take pictures with people as if I were some sort of celebrity, and when I would refuse, oftentimes men would follow me for several minutes and try to snag a selfie anyway without my consent. From research, I discovered men would like to post those photos and brag to their friends about their latest “sexual conquest.”

One day in particular stands out to me: I was reading on the beach with headphones in when a group of about 12 teenage boys approached me, asking me to take a photo. I kept saying no and tried to ignore them and they bent down and started screaming in my face, calling me all sorts of names. They finally left, but circled around about 10 minutes later with a resolve to get me to acknowledge their horrible behavior. I was trying to get up as they kicked sand all over me, and thankfully a nearby woman started screaming at them. Since she was a female, they didn’t respect her until the husband got involved and got a police officer’s attention. I was extremely grateful to the couple, until the husband said, “You really shouldn’t be coming here alone. You’re just asking for this to happen.”

Are you serious?

I could spend hours unpacking the horrors of victim blaming and the common argument of “she was asking for it because of the way she was dressed or because she was drinking or blah blah blah,” but I won’t. I think you get my point.

I felt the need to share this in the wake of the Harvey Weinstein debacle. I’m horrified to see Hollywood stars actually standing up for his behavior, or criticizing the media for “over exaggerating.” It’s happening more and more. I’m sick to my stomach because some people legitimately believe this is an abnormality. Trust me, as a woman on a college campus, I can assure you it’s not.

It’s time to make a change. We need stricter policies so rapists and assailants don’t get away with this anymore (remember how Brock Turner violated a female behind a dumpster and ruined her life and only went to jail for three months? Yeah. Me too. He’s living in my state now.)

I know whoever is reading this is likely not a policymaker, but you can call your representatives. More importantly, you can treat women with respect. Male or female, you can raise a daughter who knows she can achieve anything and not have the omnipresent danger of testosterone threatening her physiological or psychological safety.

Catching a crab: balancing practicality and fun in Ghodivali

As part of my communications internship with Magic Bus, I’ve gone into various communities to learn more about how the NGO aids and educates the children in impoverished areas. One of those communities was the tribal village, Ghodivali, in rural Maharashtra.

Despite being just two hours outside of Mumbai, the children in this village were disconnected from the outside world: in fact, I was the first white person they had seen in their lives.

The way these people live could be viewed as depressing and in many ways, it’s certainly not ideal: some live in makeshift shanties with little access to water or electricity with frequent power outages. Mothers tend to be housewives while fathers work in agriculture or serve as day laborers. Once the children finish fourth grade, they have to walk several kilometers to the nearest school.

Yet despite all the challenges and obstacles, these children were the happiest kids I’ve ever met. We began our journey planting trees at the school to provide shade and teach the children the importance of protecting the environment (which is definitely not a priority here, where people defecate in the streets and throw their trash anywhere they want). The children were in absolute awe when they saw a foreigner. They were not used to people coming in and showing interest in them.

We took a walk up a small hillside and sat by a waterfall. I was pleased to see some of the schoolchildren had changed out of their uniforms and followed us. They raced up the hill and across the rocks with expertise — and barefoot. They beamed with all their teeth, but were timid around me since they could not speak English and I did not speak Hindi. I observed them for a while and noticed them scanning the water and grasping into the river.

“They’re catching crabs,” a Magic Bus mentor, Nachiket, told me.

I was shocked. If I saw a crab, my last instinct was to reach in and grab it. I continued to watch and heard their jubilant and carefree laughter. I stood up and approached a little girl who was clasping several small crabs in her hand. I pointed.

“Can I see?”

She cracked open her hands so I could peek in. Before I knew it, she grabbed my arm and put all five in my hand. They scurried up my arms and I yelped, dropping them into the water. All the children laughed at me relentlessly and I feel a huge smile creep upon my face. I quickly bent down to collect her crabs from the river and returned them to her. They kids were thrilled and one little boy began pulling the crab’s legs from its body. Again, I was horrified. Nachiket started laughing, and then he explained that the children not only make a game out of catching the crabs, but they take them home to cook them and have them as a snack.

I was amazed. It was the perfect blend of practicality and fun. They created a fun game to entertain themselves and pass the time in a place where not much otherwise happened, but also used the environment around them for nourishment.

I went back to the house I was staying in and sat near the balcony, gazing out at the beauty of the mountains just beyond the village, when I heard laughter. Across the street, a small cluster of children gathered and were waving at me. I went outside and approached them. Several of the girls grasped my hand and arms and tried to say something. I had to express nonverbally that I could not speak Hindi, and then we realized we didn’t need to speak to have fun.

We began to play familiar games such as freeze tag, but they also taught me many other games they loved to play in the village. As the minutes turned to hours, other kids began to join. I waved to some of the children watching from the other side of town watching from afar, and they were excited to be invited to play. A little boy saw my phone and asked me to take a photo of him, and before I knew it, every kid was piling on top of each other for their chance to be in the camera.

Soon, a heavy downpour started (as it often does during monsoon season here in India), and I went inside to eat and reflect on my day in my journal. I asked myself when was the last time I went outside and just played for fun and honestly couldn’t answer. I couldn’t remember a time in recent history when I laughed out of pure, innocent fun. It was the greatest day of my life, and it was all because of these kids.

Didn’t I come to teach them something? To educate them? Instead, they were the ones teaching me. I have always struggled with severe anxiety and high stress. I had difficulty enjoying the small things, as I was always worrying about the future. In one short day, these kids demonstrated what I’ve struggled to achieve in 19 years of life.

I am so grateful I had this experience and think about the kids in Ghodivali every day. I hope one day I can have just a fraction of the joy they have.

Real-life ‘Spotlight’ editor Marty Baron at Ohio University

Marty Baron spoke to the public today at 7:30 in the Schoonover Center at Ohio University.

Marty Baron, the executive editor of the Washington Post, paid a special visit to my freshman Journalism 1010 class today. Despite his impressive resume of the Miami HeraldLos Angeles Times, the New York Times, the public knows him best as the former editor of the Boston Globe during the 2002 Spotlight investigation of sexual abuse in the Catholic Church.

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The Pulitzer-prize winning story was so high-profile and important, it inspired an Academy-award winning movie “Spotlight”, starring celebrities such as Mark Ruffalo, Rachel McAdams, and Michael Keaton. Baron was played by Liev Schreiber.

Baron speaking to my freshman class was a huge deal (and that would be an understatement). The executive editor of a major newspaper took time out of his schedule to speak to a classroom of potential journalists, which shows how important the future of media is to him. Following his speech, I shook his hand and thanked him for coming. He was extremely welcoming and kind.

Marty Baron gave an introduction to a free screening of “Spotlight” at the Athena Cinema.

Later that night, the Athena Cinema in Uptown Athens screened “Spotlight” for free, where Marty Baron again made a guest appearance to introduce the movie. Surprisingly, the theater wasn’t very full so he spent a few minutes chatting with two of my friends and me (I was pretty starstruck by such a big journalism superpower, but I think I held it together pretty well).

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Baron then spoke about the production of the movie. His colleagues, as well as himself, had little faith in the project initially. The movie took years to script, with thorough fact-checking and research, and quite a bit of time for a studio to pick it up. Actor Mark Ruffalo invested heavily in the movie, setting aside all other higher-paying gigs because he believed in the project. Still, expectations for actually getting the movie made were low among journalists, especially once Pope Francis–a pretty popular Pope at that–was appointed.

Yet, against all odds, a journalistic-driven movie that had no gushy love story, no flashy graphics, and no fast-paced action scenes not only entered theaters, but won the Academy Award for Best Picture in 2016.

After an emotional viewing of “Spotlight” for a second time, I headed back to Schoonover to listen to Baron speak again, this time to the public. After his speech, the director of the E.W. Scripps School of Journalism Robert Stewart presented him with the Carr Van Anda Award. Baron is the 75th recipient of this award.

Robert Stewart presented Marty Baron with the Carr Van Anda Award.

Baron talked about the 2002 Spotlight case, but also focused a lot on media in the current era moving forward.

The Washington Post has dealt with some pretty heavy issues this election season. Republican nominee Donald Trump revoked The Washington Post’s press credentials for months, which have recently been reinstated. Trump has called journalists “disgusting”, “scum”, “low-life”, “the lowest form of humanity”, then even “the lowest form of life”. Baron joked that he couldn’t really call us anything worse at this point.

This is a very difficult time for journalists. On one hand, Baron said, we have a Democratic candidate who has dodged hard-hitting questions for quite some time, then on the other, we have a Republican candidate who openly despises media.

I am only a first-year journalism major. Whoever is elected will be in charge for the duration of my academic career and potentially for the first few years of my professional career. It is terrifying to me that there could be a president who blatantly discredits my profession.

“The first amendment is at the very heart of what makes this country great,” Marty Baron said tonight.

Truth, above all, is what is important to good journalism. I am entering this field because of my passion for the work. There are important issues to uncover and expose in this world. “Spotlight” is just one example of the hard-hitting journalism that is vital to society.

Thanks to Marty Baron for visiting Ohio University and sharing his wisdom with us.


My heart goes out to Mason, Ohio


A lot has happened this past week in my hometown.

Even though I moved to Athens three weeks ago, a part of my heart is still in Mason, Ohio. I spent my whole life growing up there, experiencing everything from far-too-early morning announcements, to stressing out over AP exams, to cheering on the Comets in the Black Hole on a crisp Friday night until my voice was hoarse. For the longest time, I assumed everyone was experiencing the same thing I was at Mason High School. I was very, very wrong.

When I heard a sophomore–a friend of my sister’s, even–took his own life, I felt a heaviness that I haven’t been able to shake. Depression is a real disease that is sometimes impossible to detect and it makes me so sad that he felt so alone that he thought death was his only option. It’s been said time and time again: we need to love each other and treat each other with respect. Every person should feel valued and important.

Then, just as I was coming to grips with this extremely heartbreaking news, I saw another upsetting story regarding a Mason graduate in my class. Bryson White, a football player who was known for making nasty and sexually suggestive comments to girls I knew, was recently charged in Michigan with accused robbery and and home invasion. If that’s not bad enough, his past began to be dredged up and some terrible things were discovered: four sexual assault charges, including gang raping a female with a gun to her head with two other members of the football team. This happened behind a Catholic church in the city I call home.

It makes me sick that Bryson White not only got away with raping and sexually assaulting girls in high school without consequences, but was able to play football at the collegiate level. I’m extremely angry that he continued this disrespectful and illegal pattern in college, but glad he will finally learn the lesson that it is never okay to violate a woman in any way and he can’t depend on his athletic skills to protect him. He is not a football player who made a few mistakes. He’s a rapist who happens to be good at football. There is no excuse for that sort of behavior.

So Mason, I am sorry. I am sorry to all of you who lost a classmate and a friend. I am sorry to all the women who have been violated by Bryson or anyone else, physically or verbally. I am sorry that there is so much pain in my hometown and I cannot be there to grieve with you.

I’m not saying I have the solutions, Mason. I’m just saying that I am sorry and my heart goes out to you this week and always.

(I would like to thank all the girls who did the post-it note encouragements this week to lift the spirits of Mason students. This is what love is. Keep spreading it, MHS.)

Sexism in Olympic coverage

As many of you know, I’m not a sports person by any means, but like any American, I enjoy cheering on my country during the Olympics. But this year, however, I noticed a very upsetting trend in the coverage…

As a journalist, I understand that our job is to be inclusive of an entire population. I’m not asking for Olympic reporters to push any sort of feminist agenda or incorporate bias of any kind; I simply want a holistic portrait the achievements of all American athletes.

The coverage of the Olympics is not only just so apparently sexist, but is a reflection on American society and values, especially highlighted in this global competition.

Christianity and Left Wing: Not mutually exclusive

A few days ago, someone made a comment to me implying I could not be both Christian and liberal.

He began to explain: overall, Republican policies align with Christian morals. Despite his rationale, I was taken aback and severely offended by the implications of my faith and political beliefs.

No, I’m not going to sit here and bash the Republican party, because I am mindful and respectful of everyone’s opinions. Instead, I want to acknowledge that there are good Christian people in all political parties. Also good Muslim people, good Jewish people, etcetera. There are good people in every religion, culture, demographic, and political party.

But more specifically, I’d like to outline why I am both a Christian and a liberal, and why that’s okay.

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I believe in protecting the world God gifted us with. 

If you’ve ever stepped foot outside, God’s grandeur is evident. The problem is, humans are destroying our planet. God only gave us one Earthly home and it’s wasting away from pollution, development, global warming, fracking, oil drilling…just to name a few. I do believe Jesus will return before we destroy our home forever, but it’s not about just surviving. It’s about preserving His incredible gift to humanity for not just our enjoyment, but for generations to come. I back government funded environmental agencies and laws that limit corporations and protect our world.

A friend of mine from Florida told me about how the ocean in her area is green. In the past, farmers’ pesticides and other chemicals would run down and pass through the Everglades, where the vegetation would filter out harmful chemicals and other pollutants before reaching the ocean. Unfortunately, wealthy sugar cane farmers set up shop in the Everglades and persuaded politicians to help redirect the pollution straight into the ocean so their crops would survive. As a result, algae bloom destroyed sea shores and thousands of animals (dolphins, fish, etcetera) died. Not only did the environment suffer, but so did the economy. Small towns where fishing and tourism were the main industries took a huge hit because the fish were gone and no tourists wanted to come see an ugly green ocean.

This is just one example of how industry can destroy our planet. These companies need to be held accountable for their actions and this is made possible through government agencies and legislature. God trusted us with this magnificent earth. I want us to take care of it.

For more information on environmental stewardship and God’s word, click here.

“The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it.” -Psalm 24:1

A mission trip to Northfork, West Virginia, the poorest town in America

I believe in giving aid to the less fortunate.

An important part of being a Christian is giving assistance to those who need it. There are those who argue that this assistance should only be given privately or independently, but the fact of the matter is that a majority of those in poverty will never have someone reach out to them in a way that will affect them long-term. Mission trips and charitable donations are so important, but there needs to be more. Financial aid to those who are impoverished need to be dispersed by the government for basic human necessities, such as food and a decent living space. Not everyone living in poverty, unfortunately, will be touched by a charitable donation or benefit from the generosity of those on a mission trip. It’s just not possible. But, in my opinion, they can be helped by government funds.

In the book I am currently reading, Mountains Beyond Mountains: The Quest of Dr. Paul Farmer, a Man Who Would Cure the World, the author mentions a proverb Haitian peasants have: “Bondye konn bay, men li pa konn separe,” literally translated to, “God gives but doesn’t share.” They are saying that God provides all we need, but it is our job to disperse the wealth and resources amongst ourselves.

God tells us repeatedly to help those in need. Since the government ensures the pursuit of happiness, surely food and other basic human rights are included in that statement.

“Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.” -Hebrews 13:16

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I believe everyone is welcome at God’s table.

I mean more than tolerance. I’m talking acceptance of everyone. That means gay men, lesbian women, transgenders, Muslims, Atheists, everyone.

So often I hear the argument, “Gay marriage is a sin and our country shouldn’t allow that.” Well, aside from the whole separation of church and state thing, Jesus asks us, “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?” (Matthew 7:3). It is not our place to judge others and the way they live their lives, but rather it is our own responsibility to live in honor of God and keep ourselves (and our own sins) in check.

Rather than pushing away the LGBT community, we, as Christians, should be embracing them. They are children of God, just like us. We should love them and bring them to church and introduce them to Jesus and get them excited about faith; the same way we would for any of our other friends. I have several gay friends who have told me they are intimidated by the church. Friends, this is so sad! We need to not be judgmental, not be condescending, not be exclusive, but be wholeheartedly accepting of every person, no matter their background.

This does not just pertain to the LGBT community, but to those of all faiths and cultures. We need to love Muslims, love Syrians, love Palestinians, love Mexicans, love everyone.

No matter who we are, where we come from, what our sexual identity is, what color our skin is, we all share one common factor: God loves us.

“God is love.” -1 John 4:8


I believe in giving a voice to the oppressed.

So many people harbor hate in their hearts. This can be seen through unnecessary police brutality towards African-Americans, talks of prohibiting Muslims from civil-war ridden countries and dangerous situations from entering the U.S., hate crimes against gay citizens, the list goes on.

The minorities do not always have a platform to speak and advocate, and it is our responsibility to do it for them and make sure everyone gets treated not only like a human being, but as a child of God.

“The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.” -Psalm 9:9

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I hope I was able to provide some insight to those who share the misconception that Christians cannot be liberal. Again, these are my personal opinions and while I know they might not be 100 percent shared, I know they will be respected. I feel blessed to live in a country where I can share my beliefs safely.