THE WRONG NAMES. 🍒


I do admire society's commitment to asking questions.

What's her name?
What was she wearing?
Why didn't she leave?
Why didn't she speak sooner?

Such enthusiasm. Practically a detective agency.

Then someone asks who might have participated, enabled it or looked the other way.

Oh, dear.

The detective agency is now a spa.

Discretion. Privacy. A soothing silence. Would sir care for a warm towel?

Apparently, a woman's private life is everybody's business. Ask questions about powerful men, however, and suddenly we're terribly concerned about etiquette.

Mustn't make a scene. There are reputations in the room.

Investigate properly. Establish the facts.

But "What can be proved?" and "How can we make this go away?" are rather different questions.

Even when asked by the same expensive lawyer.

I have no interest in turning Jane Doe into a public attraction.

My curiosity lies elsewhere.

With whoever decided that protecting a reputation required rather more urgency than protecting a person.

Her name is not the story.

Their silence might be.

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#CantoDaCereja #TheWrongNames #SelectiveOutrage #BritishHumour





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