One thing too many bloggers do (and newspapers, for that matter, do it too) is we write about something once in an outraged tone, then never follow up on the subject.
A year and a half ago I wrote about a woman named Jamie Leigh Jones, who at at that time was trying to attain justice after she alleges she was raped in Iraq.
I read Monday that Jamie Leigh Jones, a woman who alleged that in 2005 she was gang-raped and beaten in Iraq by members of a contracting company called KBR, lost her case in front of a jury in Texas.
The jurors believed KBR’s lawyers, who argued that the sex she had was consensual.
Makes me nauseous. Do I know the 100 percent truth of what happened? Of course not. But my gut instincts and everything I’ve read about companies like KBR (a subsidiary of Halliburton), as well as the harrowing details Jones laid out in interviews over the past few years, make me believe her a hell of a lot more than I believe them.
Why in the world would this woman lie about being repeatedly raped, and forced to stay in a shipping container for hours?
Once again, men who work for a powerful company got away with treating a woman like a filthy animal.
What a surprise.
**Monday was the two-year anniversary of this here blog. I’m happy to say it still exists, and hey, I even picked up an advertiser in the last year (my friends at Comcast Cable can be found in the blogroll on the right).
Just a quick note to say thanks to all for reading, and keep those comments coming. I’m always open to suggestions as to what topics to cover, so if there are things you do like and things you don’t, let me know. Thanks.
**Finally, racing in the Tour de France is hard enough: You’ve got the mountains and the other riders to contend with, plus you’ve often got to pedal around all those loose syringes falling out of the cyclists’ pockets (sorry, too easy of a joke, I know).
But who the heck knew you had to also watch out for cars carrying TV crews? Check this out (above) from action during Sunday’s stage. If I were the rider who got hit first, I’d be mighty pissed.