From the NYT, a typical display of the power of those who hold the microphone have to change the subject while not answering embarrassing questions about catfishing and Haven Monahan’s nonexistence:

Sexually Assaulted at UVA By JENNY WILKINSON APRIL 4, 2015

IN 1997, I was sexually assaulted by a fellow student at the University of Virginia. At a closed hearing, the university’s committee on sexual assault found him responsible. His punishment? A letter in his file.

It’s not clear how many women have won their cases through the university’s system since they were first allowed to enroll as undergraduates in 1970. I am one of the women who won, but winning wasn’t really winning, was it?

The hearing on my case took place in March 1998, two months after a criminal trial that ended in disappointment and frustration for me when the judge dismissed the charge that the Commonwealth of Virginia had filed against my attacker.

The weak punishment meted out to the student whom the university found responsible for assaulting me doesn’t seem to have been unusual; as far as I know, no one has been expelled after being found responsible for sexual assault by the university. Compare this with the fate of the dozens of students, perhaps hundreds, who violated the school’s honor code, which deals with lying, cheating and stealing, during the same period. If you are found guilty of violating the honor code, there is only one sanction: expulsion.

Late last month in Charlottesville, the police suspended their investigation into an alleged gang rape at a University of Virginia fraternity house originally reported on by Rolling Stone, partly because the woman reported to be the victim declined to cooperate. The Rolling Stone article and her story have been called into question in many different forums. Some students have called for her expulsion and even prosecution. I am not alone in recognizing that all of this will result in fewer women and men coming forward to share their stories.

Like most survivors of sexual assault, I knew the man who attacked me. We met while working at the same restaurant, we had mutual friends and we had gone out before. The night it happened, a Friday in late January, he attended my sorority’s date function with me.