a) Correct.
b) Incorrect:
- Believing the woman, and;
2. Being able to do something practical, immediate, measurable and effective about her allegations...
- are two separate things, unfortunately.
maximus otter
A few years ago, I had to get a harassment order against an ex who emailed me daily (and at great length) maybe a decade after I'd left him. Found the police up here to be bloody brilliant. Took me seriously, listened, and acted. Later, it ended up in court. But the perpetrator lived in London and we found the other police force to be appalling. The night before the case, I'd been put up in an hotel, was 180 miles from home, hours from finally being in court and the stress of being a witness the next morning - the (southern, will be nameless) police rang me to ask if I could print out all the emails for them,
for the next day.
Yes, entirely possible when I'm hundreds of miles from my laptop and also - you're talking hundreds of emails, and also - asking the victim of a stalker to print out the stalker's emails therefore inevitably have to re-read some of them? This phone call took place mid afternoon. We were due in court first thing the next morning... Also, is it really the witness's job to do the police's admin for them? (Quite apart from the eyewatering cost of printing out a decade's worth of emails, some that would have been 96 pages long). Not sure why they wanted me to do this, but the local coppers here who'd done most of the work, didn't.
So I'm willing to believe that some police forces are way better at dealing with female victims (for want of a better word) than others.
Mind you, we ended up having to take this bloke to court twice and it wasn't just the different police forces that varied in different areas but also the courts.
That initial part of the process, though, I found the police here to be absolutely brilliant. I certainly felt heard and cared about. Reckon if it had happened in the Met's kingdom, it might have been a different story, all that stuff coming out now about the culture there. (Wayne Couzens, the two coppers who took selfies with the female murder victims, that latest rapist policeman, the way they treated the women at the Sarah Everard vigil.... etc).
Forgot to add, was the London coppers (apparently) who were responsible for making sure I did the victim impact statement when he was found guilty. They didn't bother. As the sentencing was also nearly 200 miles away, I had young kids etc, I couldn't get down there for the day of sentencing and it only came to light later they'd never sent me the forms or whatever they're meant to do, for the victim impact statement so upshot was, the perpetrator got a suspended sentence, despite the judge (and it was a judge not magistrates) saying when he was found guilty it was one of the worst (most persistent I guess) cases of stalking he'd ever seen.
Because it looked like I couldn't be arsed to write a victim impact statement but reality was, I didn't even know it was a thing and nobody gave me the opportunity. So it looked like the stalking was such fun for me, I didn't want to nail him.
We'd already had to endure going down to London twice to court as the perp was a litigant in person and decided to talk for the entire afternoon, (magistrates for that one) which meant we never even got in there to give evidence. Second time they got a proper judge, but essentially we'd gone through the entire ordeal twice already. Later got a nice letter from the police apologising for their balls ups re the victim impact thing. I think I stopped reading when I got to the sentence about being "a brave lady" (as I'd gone down there twice - many witnesses drop out, apparently). The word "lady" did it. Total idiots. I had nothing but a positive experience of the Yorkshire coppers, though. If the perpetrator had lived up here, I'd have had them for the whole process and am sure we'd have seen justice, as well.
This was the second case against this particular stalker, btw. The first had been heard also down south but in a different area, and again, perp was a litigant in person and on the day he ran rings round the magistrates. So he'd got a not guilty, walked free, even phoned me from the steps of court in triumph (having just walked out of a court - St Albans, they were shi)t - who said he wasn't harrassing me. We had the Hertfordshire police for that and they were good, I thought, too. Brilliant, in fact. But the magistrates were useless. Ten years down the line, back in court in London and that was the one I was referring to, here. So we experienced three different police forces over a decade. Two were excellent (from a witness's POV). One was heroically incompetent and uncaring.