You will recall this story about a woman raped in Saudi Arabia and convicted of her crime of being a victim.
There is an update.
Saudi Arabia’s King Abdullah has pardoned the victim of a gang-rape whose sentencing to 200 lashes caused an international outcry, a Saudi newspaper said on Monday.
The victim’s husband welcomed the news, but said he had not been informed officially of the pardon decree.
“I’m happy and my wife is happy and it will of course help lift some of her psychological and social suffering,” he told Reuters. “We thank the king for his generous attention and fatherly spirit.”
The 19-year-old Shi’ite woman was abducted and raped along with a male companion by seven men last year in a case that piled international pressure on the government to step in.
Ruling according to the strict Saudi reading of Islamic law, a court sentenced the woman to 90 lashes for being alone with an unrelated man and the rapists to jail terms of up to five years.
The Supreme Judicial Council last month increased the sentence to 200 lashes and six months in prison and ordered the rapists to serve between two years and nine years in prison.
Apparently, international political pressure matters sometimes.
In an only vaguely related story, a couple in Central Islip, NY wad convicted yesterday of enslaving two women they had acquired in Indonesia to work as housekeepers in their mansion.
The story is related in my mind because of the Saudi connection. When I was living in the vicinity of Cambridge, Mass, one of the Saudi princes also lived there, in a suite in the Charles Hotel in Harvard Square. There were problems. The prince had paid off members of the Cambridge Police Department to work as his minions. They (the police) would arrive now and then, in force, at a local park and clear out all of the parents and kiddies playing on the playground or having their picnic. Then the Saudi prince and his family would show up and take their constitutionals. This went on for quite some time.
Then, one day, a woman was spotted dangling from a window at the Charles Hotel, holding on to a string of bed sheets she had tied together. This was one of the Prince’s slaves, and she was attempting her escape.
This, of course, broke the whole story and the Prince was disgraced in the eyes of the locals. This sort of thing had happened before, where he had previously lived, and once again, the family had to pack up their diplomatic immunity and move to a different American city. I don’t know what happened to them after that.
(thanks CMF for the story)