She’d used the whole night looking for her but was futile. She told her that she went to visit a sick friend and unexpectedly couldn’t see Chanel anywhere. When Tiffany came to take her, she was troubled. One police officer said to her that the students were really troubled by what they had witnessed that they’d cried numerous times in the interview room. They said to her that two students had cycled past a man who was doing something to her that “seemed wrong” while she was passed out. The police were weirdly indirect when Chanel questioned them what had occurred. Her hair had a lot of dirt, twigs, and leaves and her body had a lot of bruises and abrasions. And when she went to the restroom, she was surprised to discover that she wasn’t putting on the underwear she’d left home with also. She was putting on the drawstring pants she didn’t know. She was scared that maybe she had passed out in one of the campus buildings and been followed to that room to sober up.
The following morning, Chanel woke up in a weird room, with a police officer sitting beside her.
That’s was the final thing she recollects. At a point, she and her sister went outside to make use of the restroom. When they got to the party, there was loud music, a lot of drinking, and the normal group of boisterous students. However, she actually wanted to spend time with her sister, who was spending time with her for the weekend therefore she decided to follow. Chanel wasn’t into going to a wild student party – she’d already finished from school and wanted to focus on her career creating educational apps for an NGO. On the 17 th of January 2015, Chanel Miller, as well as her younger sister named Tiffany, attended a fraternity party on Stanford University campus. By doing that, she explained other women’s experiences of sexual assault and the method that the US court system disappoints them.Ĭhapter 1 – Chanel Miller discovered the information her sexual assault through a news report –more than a week after it had occurred. In the next chapters, you will have a personal insight into the life of a tough woman and artist who survived an awful assault and was determined to look for a means to heal. In Know My Name, Chanel Miller recovers her actual name, personhood, and story. Rather than being considered as her own self, she had to stand silently by while the press and defense lawyers chose how to describe her. During the lengthy court fight against a college student named Brock Turner, she was called “Emily Doe,” “the victim,” or worse, “Brock Turner’s victim,” as if in some way belonged to her rapist. When Chanel Miller challenged the man who sexually assaulted her, she found out how extremely disempowering it was to lose her actual name. How does it feel to be the focus of an extensively publicized rape trial and, simultaneously, have nobody know who you truly are?
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