Columnist Leah McLaren refuses to name the editor who sexually assaulter her at a Globe and Mail office party:
When I was in my early twenties and a contract employee at The Globe, I went to a staff Christmas party hosted by my boss. I was standing in the crowded kitchen, chatting with a bunch of jolly, drink-flushed senior journalists, when I felt a hand slip up the back of my skirt and fondle my bottom. I moved away but the hand followed. At first I assumed it was my boyfriend, but then I realized it wasn’t and the blood drained from head. I turned around to face a colleague. He was swaying, obviously drunk, but managed to meet my eye. His face was utterly blank. Back in the office on Monday, it was as if nothing had happened. We never spoke of it.
And now because of the Ghomeshi sexual scandal, McLaren decided to finally confront him:
So I sent my former editor a message, reminding him of the incident and telling him how it had made me feel and why I’d kept quiet for as long as I had.
But forgave him because the guy said he was a walking black-out drunk back then:
He did not deny it or even contradict my version of events. He didn’t lash out or try to discredit me. He said that during that period 15 years ago he had been drinking heavily and had been prone to blackouts. He did not offer this up as an excuse but as an explanation for why he has no memory of the event. He said he felt terribly ashamed.
Which the Globe management now knows about:
Afterward, I spoke to The Globe and Mail’s HR department which was helpful. I didn’t make an official complaint because for me the matter was over. Once they’d spoken to the parties involved and were satisfied, the case was effectively closed. (see here)
I don’t remember the Globe being so forgiving of Rob Ford with his drug and alcohol addictions, do you?
Also: See earlier post where McLaren used her column space to personally attack Peter MacKay’s wife Nazanin Afshin-Jam here