Dear Justice Kavanaugh,
First off, I send my sincere condolences to your wife and two daughters for the horrific things they have had to hear about their husband and father. I am sorry for the trauma they will endure because of your actions.
Secondly, I believe you. I believe you are highly educated, I believe you have friends that are women, and I believe the tears you shed during your senate hearing were genuine. I believe you now regret your mistakes. And, maybe, because of being severely inebriated, you don’t even remember your actions.
But Justice Kavanaugh, I also believe Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. I believe you sexually assaulted her. I believe you left her with a trauma she will live with for the remainder of her life. And, I believe that you should be punished for your actions.
I am a graduate of Holton Arms, a current junior at Cornell University, a woman, and a survivor of sexual assault. The terror, sadness, and lack of power I felt listening to your testimony as well as Dr. Ford’s hearing have not been matched by many other experiences in my life.
Unfortunately, now you sit on the highest court in the United States of America, where you will have a say over my body as well as the bodies of every other woman throughout the United States—and that terrifies me.
So, I ask you, Justice Kavanaugh, how you would feel if, god forbid, one of your daughters came to you saying she had been sexually assaulted?
Would you believe her, or would you blame it on “boys being boys”?
How would you feel if you learned that a group of boys wrote “Liza Alumnus” or “Margaret Alumnus” on their yearbook pages?
Would you want their attacker to sit on the Supreme Court of the United States?
The President stood before a crowd mocking a woman who claimed to be sexually assaulted. And he sought applause and laughter at her expense.
Would you laugh at your daughters if they came to you with strength and courage?
Would you condone the mocking of their pain?
I hope that no woman close to you ever has to experience what Dr. Ford and many others have experienced. But, the world is a scary place for a woman.
So, I ask you, Justice Kavanaugh, to think about these questions. To try and think about what it feels like to be a woman and about the daily stresses, pains, and fears we carry each time we step onto the street.
To think, Justice Kavanaugh: rather than yell, pound your fist, or close your ears to those who need to be heard, instead open your eyes and believe.
A Holton-Arms Alumnus