Apparently that's okay with Bernard-Henri Levy, noted French philosopher and defender of the similarly situated Roman Polanski. You've heard of "Birthers" and "Truthers," right? Meet the first "Rape Denierer," or something:
I do not know—but, on the other hand, it would be nice to know, and without delay—how a chambermaid could have walked in alone, contrary to the habitual practice of most of New York’s grand hotels of sending a “cleaning brigade” of two people, into the room of one of the most closely watched figures on the planet.
And I do not want to enter into considerations of dime-store psychology that claims to penetrate the mind of the subject, observing, for example, that the number of the room (2806) corresponds to the date of the opening of the Socialist Party primaries in France (06.28), in which he is the uncontested favorite, thereby concluding that this is all a Freudian slip, a subconsciously deliberate mistake, and blah blah blah.
What I do know is that nothing in the world can justify a man being thus thrown to the dogs.
Just so we're clear, "the dogs" would be us. Levy finds the American justice system to be problematic:
I am troubled by a system of justice modestly termed “accusatory,” meaning that anyone can come along and accuse another fellow of any crime—and it will be up to the accused to prove that the accusation is false and without basis in fact.Somewhere, Emile Zola must be wondering what the hell happened to the French intellectual class.