I've watched the emerging story of Brock Allen Turner's trial, conviction, and sentencing without much public comment. I have little to add to the appalled reactions of almost everyone on the planet (here's a particularly good one from ScaryMommy.com) about his six-month-probably-out-in-three sentence for rape, except this:
Like the victim, I was 22. Like the perpetrator, he was 19 and an athlete (though not university-sponsored). There was no alcohol involved and no witnesses. None but me. And I failed myself.