Denying My Son's Guilt

Summary

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me.

In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape.

Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck.

"He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!"

Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid.