The continuing saga that is the Duke rape case has become so ubiquitous that the always-turned-on TV at my workplace blaring about it has become nothing but white noise with the ever-present 30-minute special, be it on CNN or MSNBC, about the case. The overexposure, unfortunately, has come so hard and so quick that it is the unfortunate truth that I now know nothing about the case. So before the covering of the story becomes the only story to tell about the whole thing, I’m picking one source to catch up on the event and try to digest it to put some perspective into whatever it is that the talking heads have anchored as their solution to not following the important stories they should be covering.
(I picked this story from Newsweek, why not?)
From the beginning, the case has provided a tawdry real-world blend of true crime, high life and low manners, for the likes of novelists John Grisham and Tom Wolfe. Raunchy rich kids. Town-gown conflict. Raw racial politics. A bedeviling forensic puzzle. But the denouement may be tragic for everyone involved, and the only sure outcome is the iron law of unintended consequences. The story has freakish turns, but it is also the product of a widespread college-age culture that proud parents do not wish to examine too closely: future Masters of the Universe who sometimes behave like thugs.
Reading the story, however, will not distract me from finding other nuggets brought on by the sordid affair, including something that my radar missed late last month: Rush Limbaugh made an unfortunate choice in the verbiage he used to describe the alleged victims in the case while talking about Jesse Jackson’s trip to New Orleans.
He’s trying to figure out how he can get involved in the deal down there at Duke where the lacrosse team — uh, supposedly, you know, raped, some, uh, hos.
He was quickly called on it by a listener in Bryan, Texas, and Rush quickly stumbled through what he may have considered to be an apology. (From Media Matters.)
Tags: duke, rape, lacrosse, rush, limbaugh, hos