The culture around the almost immediate disbelief when a rape allegation is brought forward, when someone claims to have been sexually assaulted or when someone is accused of vastly inappropriate relations all show how, as humans, we immediately seek to defend our narrative on the world, rather than accept that we might be wrong. Cries of “they wouldn’t do that, they’re so lovely” or “if they did it, they were encouraged in some way” are perfect examples of this bizarre phenomenon.
Now, you’ll be going right about now “What about those who cry wolf?”. Yes, false accusations happen. Yes, they are awful. Yes, they need to be dealt with severely. But the statistic for false allegations surrounding sexual assault are between 2 and 8%. Yet every single time someone becomes accused of rape, sexual assault, sexual abuse, inappropriate behaviour or anything of the like, all too often the cries of “the accuser must be lying” is heard most often, and loudest. Why is it so difficult for us to assume that people might not be the shining beacons of hope we might have expected them to be? Just because someone was nice to you doesn’t mean they aren’t an absolute slimeball to someone else.
John Green wrote in his book “Paper Towns” a quote that I may have used before in when writing, but that doesn’t make it any less true. He wrote: “what a treacherous thing to believe a person is more than a person”. Human beings are complex, they are difficult, they are flawed. We can constantly do things we never thought ourselves capable of, both in positive terms and in negative terms. We should never put so much hope or belief in a single solitary person that we defend them to the ends of the earth whilst disregarding the facts.
Something I don’t believe I’ve ever written about on this blog, but don’t quote me on that, is an example I had of just that. Nearly four years ago now, a man who was quite close to our family was arrested and charged with several hundred counts of vile child pornography on his computer. Some of it classed as the worst category, whatever that means, I hate to think. A man I’d known, I’d trusted, I’d spent time with, had eaten dinner at our home. A man who had done something utterly horrendous and we had no clue. I could have defended him. I could have easily said that there must be some explanation for it. He wasn’t *like* that. But in that moment, I had the realisation of how humanity is ugly at times and how people are not always what they appear to be. If I defended him, not only was I wrong but I did injustice to every single child that was depicted in those images.
There are two sides to every story, absolutely. But just because you know someone doesn’t make their side the right side. Just because you know someone doesn’t make them saint like. Just because you know someone doesn’t mean they aren’t capable of doing horrendous things.