Gisèle Pélicot. Make a statue of her. Give her a Nobel Prize. Give her France’s highest honour. Make her Time’s person of the year. Hand her flowers on the way out of court. Applaud her on the way in. Publish every detail of what she has been through. Admire her and never forget her. An ordinary woman who thought she had the “perfect husband”, one who thoughtfully brought her favourite sorbet in bed at night so he could watch the football. She did not know it was laced with sedatives so that the men he had invited round could rape her drugged body.
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