In late January, Human Rights Watch released a 196-page report “Capitol Offense: Police Mishandling of Sexual Assault Cases in the District of Columbia,” concluding that in many sexual assault cases, Washington police did not file incident reports, which are required to proceed with an investigation, or misclassified serious sexual assaults as lesser or other crimes. Below, Eleanor Gourley tells her story.

The May 2011 night I was assaulted, the police were mostly helpful and kind. One officer came to the hospital with me and stayed by my bed for about an hour, talking to me because I was so nervous and alone. My attacker had stabbed me with a box cutter and told me he would kill me if I did not do as he asked. He took my cell phone, so I couldn’t call anyone. The officer let me use his phone.

I was shaken—not just because I’d been stabbed and was bleeding, but because I had just fought off a rapist. I tried to give him my iPod, I told him I had $40 in cash, I told him we could go to an ATM and I would withdraw money for him.

"Please take my money," I said, already bleeding from the wound on my hand. But he didn’t. He forced me into the alley with the box cutter at my throat. He started to push me against the wall. But when he pulled the weapon away from my throat for a moment, I grabbed his wrist and disarmed him.

One month later, I got the police report from the police station. What the police wrote was very different from what I told them that terrible night. The report made no mention of the fact that I told them the assailant was trying to rape me. Instead, they diminished my experience by classifying my crime as a “robbery with arms,” and not as the attempted sexual assault I know it was.

The police said all he was trying to do was steal from me. That was not, in any way, what I had reported to them. I had tried to give him my money, but he had insisted on dragging me to the alley. To me, it was clear that he wasn’t just trying to take my purse. The attacker ripped my dress. He forced me into an alley and cut me three times. He wouldn’t take my money.

Everything in my body that night told me that I was going to be raped. After I got the box cutter away, I screamed, ‘Rape!’ and a man came running into the alley. I remember when I was being loaded into the ambulance, the police asked him why he came into the alley and he said, ‘I heard a woman screaming “rape.” ’ The first thing I said to my sister was, ‘He was trying to rape me.’ I told the police officers at the scene of the crime that he had been trying to rape me. I told the EMS, nurses, and doctor that it was an attempted rape.

In the immediate aftermath of the assault, I didn’t really feel like a victim. After all, I got the weapon away from him. I saved myself. And then people came and they helped save me.

I only started to feel like a victim because of my interactions with the police in the weeks and months after the assault.

Over time, it became increasingly clear that the police didn’t believe me. The first question the police photographer who met me at the hospital asked was “Why didn’t you just give him your purse?” I was too taken aback to respond but after that first night, whenever I spoke to the police they made me feel ashamed. They again tried to make me question myself and what happened—and they made me feel like I was making something up, when all I was trying to do was tell them what happened so that it could be reported accurately and so that it wouldn’t happen again.

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