Sublime

“I will take them all. And I will fight for all of them.”

I choose to trust God’s justice instead of wanting to deal with Larry myself.

An older woman came forward to tell the story of her daughter, Chelsey. I heard audible sobs when she revealed—partway through her story—that she spoke on behalf of her daughter only because her daughter was no longer here. Chelsey had committed suicide, never having recovered from the damage of what Larry had done.

I submit to you that the preeminent question in this case as you reach a decision about how best to satisfy the dual aims of this court is the same question that I asked Judge Neff to consider in Larry’s federal sentencing: How much is a little girl worth? How much is a young woman worth?

The floodgates had opened. We didn’t know, as we sat in the courtroom with tears streaming down our faces, that the world had begun to take notice. But as each woman stood to face her abuser and speak the truth, the world was coming face-to-face with the damage of sexual assault in a way it never had before. Jane Doe had a name. She had a story. Sh

“I’ve been coming for you for a long time,” she told Larry, her voice tinged with anger and power. “I’ve told counselors your name in hopes that they would report you. I’ve reported you to Child Protective Services twice. I gave a testament to get your medical license revoked. “Perhaps you have figured it out by now,” she said, without flinching. “

There were bright spots too, like the day Coach Tom Brennan accompanied one of his athletes to the witness stand, and the world got to see what it looked like when an adult responded properly to allegations of abuse.[1] I wanted to cry as I heard Tom explain that he’d been a longtime friend of Larry’s—a colleague, even. Larry was his advisor after