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A second trauma
california's rape kit procedures re-vicitmize sexual assault survivors
by Julia Gibson
In May of 2013, Amanda* woke up one morning in a bed that was not her own. She was confused, struggling to think clearly through a raging headache.
“My pants and underwear were off and I was extremely sore down there,” she says. “ My legs hurt like I ran a marathon.” She knew something was wrong.
“I immediately called my sister and told her everything. She just kept saying “you need to go to the hospital,” she says. “I was so confused. How did a night out with friends turn into this? A possible rape?”
I felt like I was being violated all over again.
At her sister’s insistence, Amanda went to the hospital nearest her home. A nurse greeted her and asked what she could help her with.
“I whispered and leaned over the desk to be close to the nurse’s ear and said, ‘I think I was raped last night.’”
The night before, she had been out drinking in downtown Long Beach, an area packed full of alehouses, whiskey bars, and rooftop cocktail lounges. She accepted the offer of a ride home from a guy she knew from her small college classes. She trusted him to get her home safely. Now here she was.
She was told that the hospital could not collect a rape kit, and was directed to a rape crisis center about half an hour away. She was not allowed to leave the hospital until she gave a testimony to the police, who took almost two hours to arrive. She was not allowed to urinate for hours.
“They told me that I could not remove my clothes, that I could not eat, that I could not drink, that I could not go to the bathroom in any form. Anything that could distort evidence before the tests they had to run,” she says. “I just wanted to shower everything away and crawl back into bed.”
But she couldn’t. Once she arrived at the rape crisis center, Amanda spent hours being examined, every inch of her body documented.
“They took pictures of my legs, my knees, my ankles, my feet, my toes, my nails. They spread my legs and took pictures of my vagina from all angles… I felt like I was being violated all over again,” she says.
A nurse searched her for any possible pieces of evidence. “She swabbed me in every crevice, every hole. It hurt. Everything down there was still fresh and painful,” she says. The nurse informed her that she had “definite tear and bleeding and bruising.”
The physically invasive procedure did nothing but upset Amanda.
“I hated that I had to experience twice the trauma. I hated how the police were there because it did not make me feel any more safe than I was already feeling. I hated how I felt more violated that day than I did the night before,” she says.
“I was so angry that I had spent my entire day being examined by a forensic team like a dead corpse.”
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Amanda encountered all the organizations that are typically involved in rape kit collection: hospitals, law enforcement, and rape crisis centers. Yet, she felt protected by no one. Her experience is unfortunately not unique.
In 2016, the number of rapes known to law enforcement in the state of California totaled 13,702. In the city of Los Angeles, the total was 2,343. And these are just reported cases. According to the Rape, Abuse, & Incest National Network (RAINN), only 310 rapes out of 1000 are reported. Out of those reports, only 57 arrests are made, and only 6 rapists will spend any time behind bars.
The number of convictions is slim due in part to the large amount of untested sexual assault examination evidence, often called the rape kit backlog. End the Backlog, a non-profit organization dedicated to educating and empowering survivors, estimates that the state of California currently has approximately 13,615 untested rape kits.