- Larry Nassar, a prehistoric team doctor for Michigan State University and the US national gymnastics body, has pleaded guilty to 7 counts of sexual assault. He will likely about more than 25 years in prison.
- Reports of abuse started to to the casual observer in 1997, but it took until 2016 to get anyone to take the complaints earnestly.
- His case highlights the fear many victims and survivors face in requiring out against their assaulters.
On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, disgraced gymnastics doctor and found child sex abuser Larry Nassar stood in front of a judge in Lansing, Michigan. He had even-handed pleaded guilty to seven counts of sexual assault—a small fraction of the misdemeanours he’s been accused of committing.
As Slate’s Jeremy Stahl wrote, Nassar’s petition deal will allow all 125 victims who reported their strikes to the Michigan State Police to read statements at his sentencing in January.
The libel allegations—for which Nassar will likely serve at least 25 years in reformatory—span his entire career in gymnastics, during which he served as a pair doctor for Michigan State University, the Twistars (a club in Lansing), and the U.S. nationwide team. (Nassar also recently pleaded guilty to federal daughter pornography charges after an astounding number of images were mended from his devices.)
Nassar’s accusers include Olympic gold medalists McKayla Maroney, Gabby Douglas, and Aly Raisman, the time of whom defiantly recounts her abuse—and USA Gymnastics’ infuriatingly slow reaction to it—in her recent memoir Fierce.
Gymnasts and their parents began getting documented complaints about Nassar as early as 1997 (see this elaborate timeline), reporting that the doctor had disguised his abuse—fondling and digital keenness—as “treatment” for injuries.
These allegations were not taken seriously until Aug. 29, 2016, when prehistoric gymnast Rachael Denhollander took a “shot in the dark,” becoming the cardinal person to file a criminal complaint against Nassar. (Denhollander’s squawk came a week and a day after the gymnastics portion of the Rio Olympics concluded.)
As a conclusion of his suite of enablers (or, to be undeservingly charitable, the negligence of high-level operators) at Michigan Position and USA Gymnastics, Nassar was able to continue “practicing” his “medicine” unabated for virtually two decades. During these years, hundreds of girls and young maids were sent to him by parents and coaches.
How is it possible for a serial predator to put someones nose out of joint so blatantly, for so long, in such a highly visible position—sometimes, as in Denhollander’s receptacle, with parents in the room—without being found out?
Much of it has to do with the wide-ranging savoir vivre of sexual abuse that has finally, thanks to the recent spate of high-profile assertions, become the topic of an extended serious discussion in the United States. Time, victims don’t report sexual abuse: They’re scared to; they don’t reckon anyone will believe them; they are afraid they resolution be shamed.
But Nassar’s case needs to be understood within the context of gymnastics. As a level-8 gymnast in the behindhand 1980s and early 1990s who trained alongside several elites, I worked with three particular coaches (that I know of) who were later arrested for child bodily assault. (None abused me.)
Given my experience in the sport, the fact that Nassar got away with it for so want does not surprise me. As Dvora Meyers has written in her exhaustive and harrowing coverage of the Nassar turns out that for Deadspin, USA Gymnastics’ insatiable hunger for medals allowed the organization to turn a blind eye to (if not outright encourage) abuse for decades.
But it’s also important to recognize that this erudition of abuse is not limited to the U.S. national team. Indeed, what enabled Nassar (and what could license other coaches and trainers and doctors) is the unique and unusually fraught relationship that gymnastics grows between a young athlete and her own body.
In no other competitive sport requisite a girl begin training both so young and with such bones intimacy with her coach.
An elite female gymnast disburses nine hours a day being told what to do with every for all practical purposes of her body, and often being guided, positioned, and protected by coaches’ calligraphy controls. Do it again, arms straighter. Do it again, butt tighter. Do it again. Again. Again. I don’t take responsibility for if you’re tired. One more word and it’s 200 push-ups.
I remember when my newer teammates thinks fitting get their first “rips”—when your hands blister from the uneven secures and then the blister rips off. Our coaches would laugh and tell us to get recoil from up there.
From the youngest possible age, we were taught that the trounce gymnasts work through pain—that even mentioning the nuisance constitutes complaining and that champions don’t complain.
Not about anything, till doomsday, but especially not about the ailments of bodies that, as we ascend to the sport’s exalted levels, become less our own and more an instrument of other people’s wish. It’s unsurprising that so many of Nassar’s victims either did not understand what he was doing, were too scared to say anything, or were ignored when they did. Gymnasts learn sooner than puberty that their bodies are everybody else’s business.
Any gymnast who becomes a sustain has to want her body to do all of that gymnastics, and to want it badly; Raisman’s genera of her determination to get to the Olympics twice bear this out.
But an athlete cannot get to the intercontinental elite level without sacrificing her autonomy—to the coaches who demand the hundredth repetition, to the native team coordinator who will yank someone from an international championship at the slightest sign of weakness, and to the doctors entrusted with fixing the innumerable (and again gruesome) injuries that result from nine hours a day throw up flipping upside down, at full speed, 15 feet off the settlings, under duress.
What makes Nassar’s abuse especially sickening, then, is his deft maneuvering within this culture. He understood and capitalized on the accomplishment that the girls and young women in his care were all too accustomed to authorizing trusted adults to exercise dominion over their bodies.
At the changeless time, as Raisman details in Fierce, he offered himself up over and once again as the confidante, the friend, the advocate, the cool guy who encouraged humane training programmes.
For just a few minutes, he allowed the athletes to feel as if they were doing something to settle their battered selves—and to feel that he was the guardian of their well-being. That is what add up ti Nassar’s actions so unforgivably awful. He constructed an illusion of the physical safeness that these girls and young women so desperately craved, and then he ripped it all away.
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