Some may remember, if you have good memories, that there used to be a concept in Anglo-American law called a presumption of innocence, innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. Now that’s so deep in history that there’s no point even bringing it up, but it did once exist.
I have recounted this story in detail before, but I will summarize it again.
I had a very unpleasant encounter with Camille Lewis and Keturah Naomi (that’s her screen name) on Camille’s wall several years ago. I was naive and had no idea I was walking into a hornet’s nest, but I made the well-founded, proven assertion that sometimes people lie or fabricate sexual assault stories.
They went berserk, and the discussion ended with Camille basically ordering me to cease and get off her wall. I did. That began my slow dance around Camille, in ever-widening circles, as I distanced myself from her.
Since then, the narrative, which she embraced thoroughly and perpetuated both herself and by using her surrogates, has remained. Remember, Camille’s approach is to just repeat bullshit again and again, perpetuating rumors, until people believe it.
And recently, while I was in Europe and elsewhere, St. Catherine has come out of semi-hibernation to rant and rave a bit.
I hate Tweets, because of the difficulty that ensues trying to understand the truncated language, but here’s the deal (apparently).
First, I have never “raged” about transgender bathrooms. Ever. I think the controversy is beyond silly. I just spent several weeks out of the US and believe me, people use unisex bathrooms all over the world and only stupid Americans get all riled up about it. But, hey, Cathy loves to rant and rave.
She is upset about Toiletgate. [I grabbed a couple of photos of Camille’s bathrooms from the net and put them on the old Romancing blog, calling them “The Queen’s Thrones.”]
The original post was in October of 2015, and somehow nobody gave a damn until Steve Not-So-Bright got all outraged and demanded that the photos be removed. Friends of Frances, in my absence, sought to protect me legally (thank you for caring), and altered the photos. They will be returned in all their original glory as soon as I get around to it.
The photos were not “stolen.” I got them from Zillow. You can’t get more public than that. I never pretended to have obtained them anywhere else and even linked to the source. I used them, three selected photos from a collection of dozens, for the purpose of satire. Fair use. Sue me.
But all that said, Cathy went ballistic. Camille is the mother of 2 children. That is relevant, somehow. In another tweet she suggested that I might have broken into Camille’s house to take photos of her bathrooms. Seriously. [Thank you, Greg, for finding the tweet and blogging about it.]
But the relevant part of this is that she implies that there is something sort of sexual going on with this. There are two children in the home. I posted photos of the bathrooms. What?
The next day, while I was happily toodling about in Norway, she went after the assistant pastor at Bethel Baptist Church over something. I’m not sure what. Notice the reference to “steal pics”? I have no idea what she’s talking about, but that doesn’t matter either.
Cathy is furious with the assistant pastor because he spoke with me when I contacted Bethel to ask about Cathy’s assertion that she’d been raped by a former assistant pastor who was convicted – the Fake Rape. The story is clearly and demonstrably false, totally fabricated in Cathy’s fevered imagination.
Josh is bad. He’s bad because he spoke to me on the phone. Me. Notice who I am.
I am the “child abuse/rapists enabler blogger.”
So, needless to say, when I got home and saw this shit, I was mildly perturbed. Not manic, like St. Catherine gets, but mildly perturbed. I am frankly quite tired of it.
That leads me directly to the current situation brewing at Bob Jones University.
This story, of course, was a gold mine for both Camille and Cathy. I have no idea where Maytag is. I hope she shows up, because—well, you’ll see.
Former Bob Jones student arrested for sexual assault. Oh, my. As you can imagine, there is no end of moaning and carrying on from both of these women that BJU knew, didn’t do enough, should have known ahead of time, and basically are “child abuse/rapists enablers.” Like me, don’tcha know.
Well, there’s a story I’ve been sitting on for years. It’s time to talk about it. If it upsets anyone because I am talking about it, that is totally on St. Catherine and Camille. They know all about it. They’ve always known about it. They have said exactly nothing.
I am far kinder than they are though. I believe strongly in our system of justice, something they do not. I believe in the presumption of innocence. I believe in it for everyone, for the person I’m going to talk about and for the young man in the story above.
And for that reason, I have redacted all the images about this to remove all the identifying information about the man’s identity. It’s a matter of public record and if you actually want to go digging, you can find the case record, but I’m not going to point you there. I do not want the Google to immortalize this, just because I am a fair, decent person. I will assure you that the person who I am protecting has never hesitated to criticize me vehemently.
In 1992, a Bob Jones University student, working as a counselor at a camp, was accused of molesting a young boy. He was arrested.
And there we are. Bob Jones University was harboring a child molestor. Right? Right?
After all, I’ve been criticized, yelled at, laughed at, and vilified for daring to suggest that sometimes the accusations simply are not true. It never happens, I was told again and again. Especially it never happens with children. They are just telling the truth, every time. Always.
Okay. So this young man molested a small child. Right, Cathy? Right, Camille? Right, Maytag? Stand up and be counted, damn all of you.
He was found not guilty.
Well, no matter. That has never stopped the likes of Cathy, Camille and Maytag. Ever. It just means that the justice system didn’t understand that the accusation is the same as a guilty verdict.
Here’s the question. Camille Lewis knows all about this. I will tell you how she knows. She knows because she was this young man’s peer. She was there. Furthermore, he is now one of her biggest supporters. Not only that, but I have watched him criticize the University’s handling of all things involving sexual assault ever since the whole GRACE debacle ensued. I have watched him condemn people as guilty who hadn’t been to trial yet. I have watched, and noted. I have said nothing.
Why isn’t this story on your stupid, ridiculous Hall of Shame page, Camille?
Is it because the person in question is your friend and supporter? I find that hard to swallow. You have never minded turning on anyone and viciously biting them if it could be remotely useful to do so.
Is it because the person in question knows shit that you don’t want revealed, Camille?
I don’t know. But I do know that if you guys continue to call me names like “child abuse/rapists enabler,” I will continue to bring this up. Again and again and again.
That is a promise.