This just in, Keyser, a lifelong friend of Ford was identified as the other female at the party that this supposed groping took place. She has now come out and officially stated that she is denying this ever happened. So now out of the 5 people who were identified as being at this party, 4 of them have denied either being there or deny this ever happened. The 4 people are Kav, Judge, Smyth (all friends) and now Keyser (lifelong friend of Ford). Ford is pretty much on her own here.
I think the most logical explanation to all of this is that her memory of the incident is flawed. I don’t doubt this happened to her in her own mind. I just think she is getting some other incidents confused together. I have done this myself and I could swear something occurred but when I question someone who I remember was there, they deny they were a part of it. Yet my mind is telling me I am right. While it is absolutely possible that she is lying, I think it is too late for her to turn back.
I've been engaging in this thread more than I should, mostly because I had a similar experience in high school. I haven't really told but a couple of friends, mainly because it really doesn't make any sense to me.
Long story short, there was this Sophomore girl I kissed ONCE and stopped when she said she had a boyfriend. But, for some reason, she told her boyfriend. I still don't know what she told him, but he came to my school and threatened me. He's a good 5 inches taller and a lot heavier -- football player from another school in our county. He yelled and made noise slamming his fist on the side of the school busses we were between, until the asst principal popped his head around the corner to see what was up. I told him this guy was just leaving, so he did.
Over a year later, I'd just finished my first year in college and was back home for the Summer. I hadn't thought of that guy all year long, then the phone at home rang. He wanted to meet to apologize for his yelling at me. So, I went to the mall as he asked to meet him. He and 2 of his friends walked me to the Sears loading dock, where he repeated the same yelling and hitting -- this time against a semi trailer. Luckily a security guard walked around the corner and told us to leave. As we walked away, the guard put his hand on his gun and ordered the others to drop their weapons. I hadn't noticed, but all three had hunting knives on their belts mostly covered by their shirts. The guard said they can claim them next week at the mall office. I had a feeling they'd also be trespassed and barred from mall property, but never heard if they did that.
As I got on my motorcycle, the guy yelled, "Meet me at your high school in 30 minutes." I said, "Okay. I'll be there."
I drove straight home, got my grandmother's Raven Arms .25, called a friend, picked her up on my bike, and we ate dinner at Pizza Hut in Charlotte. No way was I going to the school with 3 idiots looking for a reason to do whatever to me.
I never heard from them again. Maybe they were arrested for carrying concealed weapons? No idea.
The rest of that Summer and next year at school was fine. I came home after my Sophomore year and dropped by the high school for whatever reason. Speaking to the Sergeant at the JROTC trailer, I mention that girl's name. He said, "Didn't you hear? She committed suicide."
Apparently whatever was going on with her and that boyfriend caused her to put a shotgun in her mouth.
My guess is, she told him something more than what really happened in that activity bus in Raleigh that one night, or he didn't believe that was all there was to it. Why she told him at all is a mystery. Regardless, I was basically Kavanaugh with someone coming after me for something I never did -- and didn't even know what it was I was supposed to have done. All because a girl with an imagination decided ... what? She needed some drama to spice up her life? Maybe it was purely her guilt that exaggerated the magnitude of what happened.
I often wonder how much I may have factored into her decision to take her life. I wish I knew the whole story. So few details -- so much craziness.