We speak today of heroic acts.
It is, after all, one of the reasons we read, and write, crime fiction, because thereâ€™s a hero, who makes us think, What if I..? A paradigm for behavior, a reinforcement of Right versus Wrong. I, too, might find it in me to be a hero.
A party, filled with college athletes, getting a little out of hand. Thereâ€™s alcohol (what a surprise) and there are young men and women, and the noise level is rising and people are having a good time, except for those who are a little put off and decide itâ€™s time to leave.
Some members of the womenâ€™s soccer team are there, surrounded by noise and music and rapidly emptying glasses, when a passing girl told them sheâ€™d seen a girl in a room with a bunch of guys.
April Grulle, Lauren Chief Elk, and Lauren Breayans looked at each other, put down their glasses, and went to see. â€œThat didnâ€™t sound right,â€ April said.
They bullied their way into the room and found a 17 year old girl, unconscious and with vomit in her mouth (and to add a macabre and truly disgusting touchâ€”sorry about this, anyone reading before breakfastâ€”it was not her vomit.) on a mattress on the floor with a man on top of her. They shouted at the eight or so men in the room, pushed their way into the room, dragged the girl to her feet, and took her to the hospital. They made a statement to the police, and they waited for the arrest. Theyâ€™re still waiting, and theyâ€™re being harassed by the friends of those fine upstanding young men because they wonâ€™t shut up about it.
April Grolle, Lauren Chief Elk, and Lauren Breayans, I celebrate your courage in the face of eight large and presumably drunken young men and your determination to carry through with what was Right. I hope you stand proud in your actions, when pressure builds and law enforcement fails, because honeys, youâ€™re my heroes.
C. W. Nevius writes about it here.