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Feminists
protest against BBC's The VerdictBased
on an article from
Indy Media
There was a protest against the BBC
programme, The Verdict, at BBC TV Centre, White City on
Sunday 11th February 2007
Representatives from the London Feminist Network and Justice For Women
protested The Verdict, a staged rape trial with a celebrity
jury, real legal personnel and actors for claimant and defendants.
The organisers said: We asked the BBC to withdraw The Verdict
but they have chosen to go ahead and further trivialise the trauma that
rape victims undergo. For victims of rape, justice is very rare indeed
and the conviction rate continues to fall.
We asked to see the producer of The Verdict and a representative
of the BBC came to speak with us. We formally lodged a complaint in
person and again asked the BBC to withdraw The Verdict.
As to whether the programme did trvialise rape, here's on opinion
from The Guardian see
full review
The programme was often good;
often, dare I say, valuable viewing, apart from the grimly
inexcusable way in which the camera lingered on the (unblinking,
honest, thoughtful) face of Sara Payne during graphic sexual
testimony. Thanks: we'd got the link. But far from exploiting or
demeaning the idea of rape, it gave a timely and necessary lesson,
to those who could sit through the anguished details and the
well-acted tears, of the opacity which surrounds the reporting and
prosecution of rape in this country, and the vagaries, ill and
necessary, of the jury system. Hardly anyone, for instance, could
have been left unaware, after this week's staging, of the
staggeringly small number of reported rape cases which result in
convictions. 6%, nor, as crucially, of the guts and support
needed to even make that report in the first place.
Nor could viewers have been left untouched by the anguish of this
jury, even this staged jury, grappling with the burden of proof:
tearful, exhausted, fraught by the end, reluctantly going for 'not
guilty' despite strong instinct. Patsy Palmer, Jennifer Ellison and
Honor Blackman looked shell-shocked by the end, torn by the thought
they might come down on the side of the wrong - well, yes, actors,
but you had begun to forget that, a little. Along the way we got
some great slices of real real life: the nosy, dozy usher; the
gossipy clerk; the barristers still awarding themselves, 40 years
away from the desk at the front of the class, points for cleverness;
a peppery old ex-judge, wise beyond his 194 years, a lifetime spent
grappling with the same dichotomies filling the jury room with sound
and fury.
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