Two of my teammates were roofied at a Penn frat party when they were in high school. They woke up naked. They had rape kits done. I don’t know the results. It did not make a difference in my decision to go to Penn.
Because that is how we were raised. Watch your back – watch your drink – watch the boys. You want to go to a top school? It happens at all of them.
So far as I know no charges were ever filed, nothing done.
Freshman year when he entered my room, the one time I forgot to lock my door, we were both stone cold sober. I spent 30 minutes asking him to leave. He would not. I had things I wanted to accomplish. I could risk assault charges and expulsion, or becoming a social pariah if I called for help. Either could ruin my career. No one should have to make those choices.
Was it the only time? No.
I have no idea how many times I was drugged or assaulted at Penn.
I know 1-2 mixed drinks sometimes resulted in blackouts.
I know at least twice I woke up on my bathroom floor, in an 8 bedroom party house, the night after drinking, missing my pants and underwear. College boys had been in our house. I was on birth control.
So the answer is no, I don’t know.
I know they were all Ivy League boys.
I was never touched by a black man from West Philadelphia, as racist as Penn and those boys parents tried to be. And I was not afraid of the men in the community. They were polite. They offered help, sometimes compliments. Never harm.
I was afraid of my peers.
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