The David Copperfield Scandal

In the restaurant where I work, there are several televisions situated around the dining room for the guests to enjoy. They generally play C-Span, weather, court TV, something informative. I'm usually so busy that I totally tune out the TV. Plus, I don't generally care what's on. However, last week for the first time ever, something floated down from the television set that literally stopped me in my tracks.

David Copperfield is being accused of rape.

I stopped what I was doing and stared up at the screen with my mouth open and my eyes welling up with tears. Later that night when the night shift waitress came on and I told her, SHE got choked up as well. I have adored David Copperfield every day of my life. He can do no wrong in my eyes. One of my farthest back and very most cherished memories is of being taken to one of his amazing shows and later getting to meet him AND his duck! It was maybe one of the top three best moments of my life! You think he's amazing on television? Try seeing him live. He truly is magic, there just can't be any other explanation.

And now someone would dare degrade the name of David Copperfield. For one thing, to me it seems that when a woman waits to report and alleged rape, especially for quite awhile, her credibility is automatically damaged. Why on earth if you do want to report a rape, would you wait until the evidence was gone? Why on earth would you want to wait to give the rapist opportunity to strike again? I'll tell you why, because she wasn't really raped and needed time to work out her story. He is one of the most gorgeous and wealthiest men alive. I just can't get my mind around the idea that he'd ever feel the need to resort to such a violent and unforgivable act. Although I prefer not to think of Mr. Copperfield, my childhood hero, in this regard, I just gotta think that the man gets more play than any ten rock stars... He's MAGIC for crying out loud.