Renowned advice columnist E. Jean Carroll has said that she would not press rape charges against President Donald Trump for an alleged assault in the 1990s.
In an excerpt released Friday from her forthcoming book, What Do We Need Men For? A Modest Proposal, Carroll writes that Trump sexually assaulted her in the dressing room of a Bergdorf Goodman department store in Manhattan in late 1995 or early 1996. Trump, who has been accused of sexual misconduct by at least 18 other women, has denied Carroll’s accusations and claims that he never met her.
MSNBC’s Lawrence O’Donnell interviewed Carroll on Friday and noted that New York does not have a statute of limitations for rape. But when asked if she would consider bringing rape charges against Trump, Carroll gave a flat “No.”
Carroll explained that she feels as if it would “just be disrespectful” for her to make sexual assault about herself when it happens to women around the world.
“I would find it disrespectful to the women who are down on the border who are being raped around the clock, down there without any protection,” said Carroll. “They’re young women… It would just be disrespectful if I – you know – and mine was three minutes. I’m a mature woman. I can handle it. I can keep going. My life has gone on. I’m a happy woman.”
Carroll admitted that she still struggles with a feeling of responsibility for the assault.
“I still can’t kick the feeling that it was my fault. I can’t. It’s hard to get rid of that,” said Carroll.
Carroll is the 16th woman to accuse Trump of sexual misconduct. New York Magazine on Friday published an excerpt from her upcoming book, “What Do We Need Men For? A Modest Proposal,” in which she described her encounter with the real estate mogul.
Carroll wrote that in the mid-1990s, she was in Bergdorf Goodman when she ran into Trump. Trump, recognizing her as a famous advice columnist, asked for her help to buy lingerie for an unnamed woman. Carroll, then 52, obliged and followed Trump to the lingerie department. Once there, the exchange turned violent.
The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.
I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me.
The now 75-year-old goes on to say it was a “colossal struggle” before she finally was able to “push him out and off,” and escape the department store.