Amelia Rayno has a powerful piece in the StarTribune. What follows is an account of sexual harassment by University of Minnesota Athletic Director Norwood Teague:
So I agreed to have that drink. But this December night was different. Teague asked me about my longtime boyfriend, as he often did. My mistake was acknowledging that we had just broken up. The switch flipped. Suddenly, in a public and crowded bar, Teague tried to throw his arm around me. He poked my side. He pinched my hip. He grabbed at me. Stunned and mortified, I swatted his advances and firmly told him to stop. He didn’t.
“Don’t deny,” he said, “our chemistry.”
I told him that he was drastically off base, that my only intention in being there was as a reporter – to which he replied: “You’re all strictly business? Nothing else?”
I walked out. He followed me. I hailed a cab. He followed me in, grabbing at my arm and scooting closer and closer in the dark back cabin until I was pressed against the door. I told him to stop. I told him it was not OK. He laughed. When I reached my apartment, I vomited.
Later that night he texted: “Night strictly bitness.’’
The incident wasn’t the first with Teague.
When he first arrived at the university we would communicate via texts, mostly about athletics. But over time the tone of the messages slowly changed, particularly at night. He would pepper work talk with comments that at first felt weird and eventually unacceptable. Once, he called me “cute.” Another night, after I declined meeting for a drink, he asked me if I was wearing pajamas.
I think it's safe to say that Norwood Teague has a bit of a charisma problem and a whole lot of personal issues that allow him to think himself as being above his accusers. Clearly, he believed himself capable of seducing the ladies and carrying on like a lothario. That crashed when the legal process finally kicked in. His sexual harassment of women has been going on long enough to make you wonder how this jackass got hired in the first place. He should have been fired a long time ago.
Go read the whole piece. And you can look for a photo of Miss Rayno on your own. I could post one here, and we could do a side by side comparison, and it still wouldn't add up to anything because blaming the victim is wrong and always will be wrong. Rayno is a drop-dead gorgeous young woman who, by virtue of her job as a journalist, had to put up with this sleazebag in order to maintain access and do her job. Her looks don't matter because taking one look at Teague should tell you all you need to know about his inability to treat people like a professional.
Powerful mean who look like Teague blame their victims for everything and get away with it far too often.
God, what a sickening story.