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A Drew University student has filed a lawsuit against the school and two of his classmates, claiming his “entire academic career has been ruined” due to false rape allegations and the institution’s apparent bias against men in sexual assault investigations.
A male student who is a junior at the Madison school has filed a lawsuit in U.S. District Court against two classmates for falsely accusing him of sexual assault and against the university for Title IX violations and for not following its own policies during the investigation.
The university declined to specifically address the lawsuit, but released a brief statement this week through a spokeswoman, Elizabeth Moore.
“Federal student privacy laws generally prohibit institutions of higher education from disclosing confidential student information,” Moore said. “In accord with the letter and spirit of those laws, it is the University’s practice to refrain from public comment concerning student conduct matters, including any related litigation, and to respond only in the judicial forum.”
According to the lawsuit, the plaintiff and one of the defendants had consensual sex in his dorm room on the morning of Sept. 24, 2013. The plaintiff and the female student knew each other since their freshman year, according to the complaint.
The female student and her former boyfriend then notified Drew University’s Public Safety department the night of the incident that the sexual encounter between the plaintiff and the woman was non-consensual, according to the complaint.
The lawsuit claims the female student told her ex-boyfriend the encounter with the plaintiff was non-consensual out of fear he would not get back together with her.
According to the lawsuit, the female student confided in a friend shortly after the encounter with the plaintiff and told her the sex was consensual but later asked her to lie about the conversation to school investigators. The female student’s mother also contacted the friend in an effort to coerce her, according to the lawsuit.
A Drew resident assistant informed the plaintiff on Sept. 25, 2013 he was banned pending the resolution of the complaint from all campus buildings except for the cafeteria and the buildings where he had classes, according to the lawsuit. The plaintiff was also ordered to have no contact with the female student or her former boyfriend.
The lawsuit claims the female student violated her no-contact order and called the plaintiff to apologize for “ruining his life.” The lawsuit alleges the university did not reprimand the female student for contacting the plaintiff and did not investigate his claims she filed a false sexual assault complaint against him.
May 25, 2014 11:49 PM
I thought I was pretty hardened after my cousin Stephen Guillermo’s recent shooting death. But when I heard about the Isla Vista rampage and the 7 dead and 13 wounded, I realized Stephen’s case was just a subset of the larger picture of gun violence in America.
Once you’ve experienced the pain and senselessness of it all, mass murders like Isla Vista are just too much to bear.
And then there’s the race dimension. That the killer, Elliot Rodger, was half-Asian (Chinese on his mother’s side) probably wasn’t the first thing you heard as people analyze root causes for his actions over this Memorial Day weekend. But if you read his manifesto, it certainly makes the point loud and and clear. Rodger didn’t like being Asian, and he saw it as a flaw in his quest for women–especially his preference. The murderer preferred blondes.
Women and sex, or the lack of them, was what life was all about for Rodger, a self-described un-kissed virgin at age 22.
Race definitely played a part, along with class and misogyny, in Rodger’s “Day of Retribution,” his revenge for his “miserable, lonely, celibate life.”
It’s all in his 137-page “manifesto,” a late cry for help in the age of the narcissistic internet.
Rodger’s roots are exposed in this verbal “selfie.” In it, Rodger chronicles the evolution of a young man’s awkwardness from adolescence to young adult. It’s a half-Asian kid assessing his self-worth–at age nine. And it’s not pretty:
I realized, with some horror, that I wasn’t “cool” at all. I had a dorky hairstyle, I wore plain and uncool clothing, and I was shy and unpopular. I was always described as the shy boy in the past, but I never really thought my shyness would affect me in a negative way, until this point.
This revelation about the world, and about myself, really decreased my self-esteem. On top of this was the feeling that I was different because I am of mixed race. I am half White, half Asian, and this made me different from the normal fully-white kids that I was trying to fit in with. I envied the cool kids, and I wanted to be one of them. I was a bit frustrated at my parents for not shaping me into one of these kids in the past. They never made an effort to dress me in stylish clothing or get me a good-looking haircut. I had to make every effort to rectify this. I had to adapt.
“My first act was to ask my parents to allow me to bleach my hair blonde. I always envied and admired blonde-haired people, they always seemed so much more beautiful. My parents agreed to let me do it, and father took me to a hair salon on Mulholland Drive in Woodland Hills.
Choosing that hair salon was a bad decision, for they only bleached the top of my head blonde. When I indignantly questioned why they didn’t make all of my hair blonde, they said that I was too young for a full bleaching. I was furious. I thought I looked so silly with blonde hair at the top of my head and black hair at the sides and back. I dreaded going to school the next day with this weird new hair.
When I arrived at school the next day, I was intensely nervous. Before class started, I stood in a corner franticly trying to figure out how I would go about revealing this to everyone. Trevor was the first one to notice it, and he came up to me and patted my head, saying that it was very “cool.” Well, that was exactly what I wanted. My new hair turned out to be quite a spectacle, and for a few days I got a hint of the attention and admiration I so craved.
Unfortunately, dye jobs don’t last. But Rodger was hoping life was one big “Boy-meets-Jennifer Aniston” pop culture fantasy, where life was spent chasing the trappings of “cool.” To Rodger, that meant Armani shirts, Hugo Boss tennis shoes, and shiny BMW cars. He even had a narcissistic mantra he said to himself to boost his confidence: “I am the image of beauty ad supremacy.”
No wonder girls didn’t like him. Rodger thought attracting women came down to having money. He thought about getting rich through writing an “epic” novel or screenplay, then got discouraged. Instead, he spent hundreds of dollars trying to win the lottery. That didn’t work. Of course, he was more privileged than poor. He often traveled first class with his family to Asia and Europe. But that wasn’t getting him his idea of the holy grail–sex with some hot blonde. He grew angry and frustrated. With his sexless life, he turned up the self-hate:
I came across this Asian guy who was talking to a white girl. The sight of that filled me with rage. I always felt as if white girls thought less of me because I was half-Asian, but then I see this white girl at the party talking to a full-blooded Asian. I never had that kind of attention from a white girl! And white girls are the only girls I’m attracted to, especially the blondes. How could an ugly Asian attract the attention of a white girl, while a beautiful Eurasian like myself never had any attention from them? I thought with rage. I glared at them for a bit, and then decided I had been insulted enough. I angrily walked toward them and bumped the Asian guy aside, trying to act cocky and arrogant to both the boy and the girl. My drunken state got the better of me, and I almost fell over to the floor after a few minutes of this. They said something along the lines that I was very drunk and that I needed to get some water, so I angrily left them and went out to the front yard, where the main partying happened. Rage fumed inside me as I realized that I just walked away from that confrontation, so I rushed back into the house and spitefully insulted the Asian before walking outside again.
The scene actually led to an incident in which Rodger broke his leg, which fortunately delayed his “Day of Retribution,” by a year.
Rodger’s screwed-up memoir has much you can point a finger toward. There are race, class and gender issues galore. His sexual repression actually leads to an extremely misogynistic world view, which makes it clear we are dealing with one sick dude.
Through it all, Rodger says he was under psychiatric treatment and was prescribed Risperidone, an antipsychotic used to treat schizophrenia and mixed manic states of bipolar disorder. But he said he refused to take his meds and complained that his psychiatrist gave him “the same useless advice that every other psychiatrist, psychologist, and counsellor had given me in the past. I don’t know why my parents wasted money on therapy, as it will never help me in my struggle against such a cruel and unjust world.”
How do you treat someone like that?
Rodger had no problem legally buying two handguns worth nearly $2,000, and even escaped a Santa Barbara Sheriff’s Dept. “welfare” check in April.
“Just didn’t meet criteria for further intervention,” Sheriff Bill Brown told CBS Face The Nation. “Wish we could turn the clock back.”
So do the victims.
Roger’s manifesto said he wanted to kill his brother and stepmother.
He didn’t get to them.
But his anti-Asian self-hate was evident when he wrote of his two Asian roommates. “These were the biggest nerds I had ever seen, and they were both very ugly with annoying voices,” Rodger wrote. He called them “repulsive” and “idiots:”
I knew that when the Day of Retribution came, I would have to kill my housemates to get them out of the way. If they were pleasant to live with, I would regret having to kill them, but due to their behavior I now had no regrets about such a prospect. In fact, I’d even enjoy stabbing them both to death while they slept.
The two roommates, Cheng Yuan Hong, 20, and George Chen, 19, from San Jose, were found dead and identified late Sunday.
A third Asian, Weihan Wang of Fremont, was the third person killed inside the apartment, but it was unclear if he was a roommate or just visiting.
Three in his apartment began the killing spree that ended with a gun rampage that claimed three more lives, all of them students at University of California, Santa Barbara.
After my experience with my cousin’s death, all that enabled his shooter–the laws, the gun lobby–enabled and emboldened Rodger. All that needs to change.
Rodger was confused but harmless until he gunned up.
That was all it took for Rodger to turn his fantasy into a deadly and senseless tragedy in Isla Vista.
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Published on Feb 1, 2013
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