In the story of Joseph in the Bible, Potiphar’s wife wanted to have sex with Joseph. Joseph refused. Potiphar had entrusted Joseph with his entire household, and Joseph knew it would be wrong to sleep with his master’s wife. But Potiphar’s wife kept trying to have sex with him. One day, Potiphar’s wife sent away all the servants from the house. She grabbed Joseph by his clothing and said “Lie with me!” She would not let go. Joseph got out of there as fast as he could, leaving his piece of clothing still tightly clutched in her hands. In ancient times, sleeping with another man’s wife could get you in serious trouble. A wife cheating on her husband was just as bad. Up to that point, Joseph had acted very graciously towards Potiphar’s wife, not mentioning any of this to her husband. But now Potiphar’s wife was afraid Joseph would inform his master what was happening. So she fabricated a story that Joseph had tried to rape her, and she had a piece of his clothing as proof. Potiphar was furious and had Joseph thrown in prison. January 2015 A man was beaten to death by the boyfriend of a woman who falsely claimed he raped her in a Fairbanks, Alaska motel room. The woman, 31-year-old Dominique Vasquez, reportedly did not want to admit to her boyfriend, 39-year-old Abraham Stine, that she had cheated on him and so lied about the rape, according to Alaska Dispatch News. She also knew that Stine had a history of violence when she lied and told him that 37-year-old Wesley Lord—who was also Stine’s cousin—raped her at a the Extended Stay Hotel in Fairbanks. According to a complaint filed in court Thursday, Stine showed up to the motel after being “ditched” by Vasquez, Lord and two other men. He peeked through the motel room window and came to believe that Vasquez was cheating on him, according to the court filing. Tyrone Akpik, one of the other men present at the motel, told Stine that Lord had raped Vasquez. Akpik told authorities that Vasquez had asked him and the other man with them to lie to her boyfriend, to substantiate the story about the rape. Based on that belief, Stine came into the motel room through a window and began punching and beating Lord. “Lord didn’t put up much of a fight because he was such a small guy,” Akpik told police investigators. He said that Stine beat Lord for five or 10 minutes after he had stopped fighting back. Vasquez reportedly held her hand over Lord’s mouth while he was being assaulted. “Later, Vasquez admitted she lied about being raped by Lord and she had consensual sex with him,” according to the complaint. Vasquez knew from her personal experience that Stine had a history of assaulting people. http://www.adn.com/crime-justice/ar...anks-result-false-rape-accusation/2015/01/09/ It was 1985 and James Donald Anderson was 24 years old. Anderson had checked himself into an alcohol treatment center, in Salem, Oregon, where he became friends with a young woman. On their last night there, they had sex. Anderson did not know it at the time but this would later turn out to be the biggest mistake of his life. It would not be until 3 years later that Anderson found out that he was wanted as a fugitive for first degree rape, after he was arrested on an unrelated weapons charge in Alaska. It was not until 4 months after his arrest that Anderson had any idea why he was wanted for rape in Oregon. It turned out that woman from so long ago had claimed she had been raped so she could file a lawsuit against the treatment center for money. The attorney for the treatment center sent a private detective to the jail in Alaska to take Anderson’s statement about what happened to use in court. When Anderson called the detective a month later, he was informed that the civil trial had already taken place since they last met, and that the woman had won her case. After serving eight months in jail in Alaska for the weapons charge, Anderson was extradited to Oregon. Anderson’s dad hired an attorney for him and he was released on bail, pending the trial. It turned out the woman who was accusing him and a history of filing false rape accusations. At one point she had even accused her own brother! Unknown to Anderson at the time, the woman had severe emotional issues and was a drug addict. She had been kicked out of the detox center for not being willing to enter long term treatment. The attorney told Anderson he believed she was a desperate, homeless woman, who had wanted to get back at the treatment center by suing them. After the woman won $24,000 in the civil trial, a rape crisis counselor put pressure on her to proceed and get the man who raped her convicted. The “victim’s” testimony in the civil trial was very convincing, and there was a flood of tears. The attorney told Anderson that the rape crisis councilor had likely coached her on her testimony and rehearsed with her how to squeeze as much sympathy out of a jury as possible and cry on cue. The trial began on November 27, 1989. Unbelievably, the judge refused to allow Anderson’s attorney to bring up the woman’s prior history of false rape complaints, citing Oregon’s Rape Shield Law (despite the fact that the law should not have prevented this evidence from being introduced). The trial took place in the night. The judge had a crowded calendar and refused to reschedule. Anderson remembers that the jury was tired and looked like they just wanted to go home. Eight of the twelve jurors were women over fifty years old. Anderson noticed two of them appeared to have dozed off at one point in the long trial. On the witness stand, the young woman told jurors that Anderson ripped off her clothes, dragged her to the floor, and violently raped her. She testified that she tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. She claimed to have locked herself in a bathroom and cried all night. This testimony greatly differed from earlier reports she had made to police, and also contradicted witnesses who were workers at the treatment facility at the time. But the stream of crocodile tears was enough to convince the jury. The judge sentenced Anderson to 10 years in prison. http://www.fathersmanifesto.net/falling.htm A question that can be asked is, what should the required burden of evidence be to find a man guilty of rape? Is just the testimony of the victim enough?
This was a reply posted in the comment section on a blog about the story in the above video: posted by John April 11, 2019 I have this exact story in my life. I know there must be many of us. I don't know why I haven't suicided. I should have I know. Growing old having been branded as scum by everyone who knows me or was once my friend is hard to live with. I didn't have parents like Daniel. They had no resources. I used up all my super and savings and still lost.... there was no detective Sargent saviour in my story. I went to prison in maximum too. Rubbing shoulders with murderers and killers beyond comprehension. My children raised by a wife who removed me from their lives. Building a narrative about their father the monster. 12 years ago. My children don't contact me, won't reply me. I’m dead to them. They have well and truly been washed clean of me as their father. All this, because I caught my wife locking our little bubba 4yrold outside while she routinely ****ed a family "friend". Discovering that scenario was my greatest mistake. It emptied and ended my life. I was a highly respected schoolteacher and my life ended in a flash. I know I must not be the only one. There must be many of us. For those who want to think this is bullshit. I can say only one thing. I am 100% the loser and I have no hope of redemption such is the gravity of my loss. I can’t get those years back. I can't get my life back. It's gone, and I have utterly, no reason to make up anything. I have lost everything but my life and the story that no doubt will die with me. But I must keep good company with history, as so many gone before have not had justice either. Released from prison into a society that measures me as a pure monster. I have no money, no home, no friends bar one who stuck by me thru the long years of disbelief. I have nothing left as I come out into a world that doesn't need truth. It just needs winners and losers. I fully accept I am the loser. I lost because I am male. I lost because I unswervingly believed that truth would win. But I was an innocent in those days. I believed justice actually existed. That stupidity alone is enough to make my failure warranted. I deserved to fail as a father and husband. Daniel Jones and his family should not be pitied. He and they are the very lucky ones. I can only dream that I could have been so lucky. They are blessed. They can rebuild. I wish I was them. But I'm not so lucky. I'm pretty sad that my kids won't ever know me. That's a tragedy, but it’s an event my ex wife can never allow. I know it won't happen. I know my time is short anyhow. Coming out and seeing them has kept me going all these years. But now I'm out, finding that they want no contact has frayed the last tether I had on life. I’m truly lost now. I play with the idea of writing a story about what happened and how justice found a home in the darkness of a woman's welcomed and coddled lies. But I think it's too painful and for what reason would I write it? I'm having trouble seeing the answer to that one. There must be tens of thousands of us losers. It’s good to see Daniel Jones spring free from the pit that exists there for all men. https://wrongfulconvictionsreport.org/2019/02/02/she-must-be-believed/
