http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2006611170463
"Xavier basketball player C.J. Anderson won his appeal case before the University Discipline Board and has returned to classes at the university with the potential to rejoin the basketball team.
"He feels real good about it," said his father, Curtis Anderson. "He was vindicated for something he didn't do."
"Anderson was accused of raping a female Xavier student in September according to police reports, but Cincinnati police determined the matter did not warrant charges against Anderson."
Clearly they don't know how to handle things at Xavier.
They didn't fire the basketball coach, they didn't cancel the season, and they let the kid back in the school and on the team.
And as for the police, they need a few lessons from Sgt. Gottlieb on how to really conduct an investigation!
A psalm for Sunday vespers :
(a wild and ecstatic prayer of David)
God! God! I'm running to you for dear life;
the chase is wild.
If they catch me, I'm finished :
ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions,
dragged into the forest and left
unlooked for, unremembered.
God, if I've done what they say--
betrayed my friends,
ripped off my enemies--
If my hands are really that dirty,
let them get me, walk all over me,
leave me flat on my face in the dirt.
Stand up, God, pit your holy fury
against the fury of my enemies
Wake up, God. My accusers have packed
the courtroom; it's judgment time.
Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel,
throw out the false charges against me.
I'm ready, confident in your verdict :
"Innocent."
Nobody gets by with anything,
God is already in action--
Sword honed on his whetstone,
bow strung, arrow on the string,
Lethal weapons in hand
each arrow a flaming missile.
See that man shoveling dirt day after day,
digging, then concealing, his man-trap
down that lonely stretch of road?
Go back and look again--you'll see him in it
headfirst,
legs waving in the breeze.
That's what happens :
mischief backfires;
violence boomerangs.
I'm thanking God, who makes things right.
I'm singing the fame of heaven-high God.
(Psalm 7)