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A SINGLE WORD SPLIT THE EERIE STILLNESS OF THE CROWDED Indianapolis courtroom like the crack of a rifle shot: "Guilty." The defendant's shoulders sagged, his massive head rolled slightly to the right, and he mumbled, "Oh, man." Then came two more rifle shots, two more guilty verdicts, and the defendant sat motionless, staring straight ahead. Last week Mike Tyson, the world's highest-paid athlete and the youngest boxer to win the heavyweight championship, was convicted of **** and two counts of criminal deviant conduct. His victim, 18-year-old Rhode Island beauty queen Desiree Washington—who gave PEOPLE permission to use her name and photograph for this story—had handed him the most crushing defeat of his life.
After the Clarence Thomas hearings and the William Kennedy Smith trial, it was beginning to seem as if a woman might never win a round in the he-said-she-said battle of the ***es. This time, though, a panel of 12 jurors chose to believe the accuser, a freshman at Providence College who teaches Sunday school and spends some of her free time caring for ******ed kids. During the Miss Black America beauty pageant last summer, she said, Tyson, 25, ****d her in room 606 of the Canterbury Hotel in Indianapolis. Though tested by Tyson's expensive legal team, Desiree Washington held firm to her version of the events of July 19, 1991—and was ultimately convincing. "We looked at the chain of events," the jury foreman, a 37-year-old IBM marketing manager, said afterward. "And when we put it together, the issue of consent was clearly not given."
In the witness box over two days, Washington testified quietly and calmly. Yet she never presented herself as anything other than what she truly seems to be: a wide-eyed teenager. She spoke in a high-pitched, almost childlike voice, used words like "neat" and "yucky" and admitted to being star-struck. At one point she described how her father, grandfather and brother had all been fans of Mike Tyson's and how they used to watch his fights on television. On the night of the ****, she even brought a camera along to take a souvenir photograph of him.
She had flown alone to Indianapolis and had checked into the downtown Omni Severin Hotel with two roommates and fellow contestants, Pasha Oliver, 20. of Montgomery, Ala., and Kycia Johnson, 20, of McAlester, Okla. On the day before the ****, she testified, she and the 22 other contestants were rehearsing a dance number in the hotel ballroom when Tyson arrived wearing a large TOGETHER IN CHRIST button on his shirt. " 'You're a nice Christian girl, right?' " she quoted Tyson as asking her. "I smiled and said, 'Yeah.' " A little later, during the filming of a promotional spot, Tyson gave her a hug. "He asked me if I wanted to go out on a date," she recalled. "I said, 'Sure.' " Later in the day she bumped into Tyson again and asked if they were really going out on a date. He said, "Yeah."
But Tyson didn't call and didn't show up at her hotel. So she and Oliver went to a concert and then to bed. At about 1:30 A.M. Tyson called from his limousine. "He said, 'Can you come out?' I said, 'At this time?' He said, 'We can go around Indianapolis. I want to talk to you.' I told him it was late....I was in my pajamas." Washington said she suggested they meet the following evening, but Tyson told her he was leaving town. So she agreed to see him, asking Oliver to come along. When her roommate declined, Washington invited Tyson to come up to her hotel room—but Oliver rejected that idea as well.
Washington threw on a halter top, flowered jacket and baggy shorts, grabbed her camera and headed down. Tyson was outside, sitting in the back of a gold limousine. Washington said she thought they might drive around and meet some of the celebrities who were in town for Indiana Black Expo, the cultural festival sponsoring the beauty pageant. "I got in, he hugged me, he tried to kiss me, and I jumped back," she testified. "I was surprised that he acted like that and that his breath kind of smelled too."
The limousine went around the corner to the nearby Canterbury Hotel, where Tyson was staying. "He said something about picking something up," she said. "Something about a bodyguard." She followed him to room 606. While Tyson went into the bedroom to make a phone call, she sat in a chair in the foyer. A few minutes later Tyson called out, "The TV is in here." She replied, "I thought we were leaving." He then beckoned her into the bedroom, saying he wanted to talk.
He sat at the head of the bed, she at the foot. He asked her about college (she is on a full scholarship), about whether she is athletic (she is a jazz dancer) and about her community work (she is a Big Sister volunteer). He told her about his 200 pigeons. "I thought that was neat," she testified, "because I love animals."
Tyson then asked about her parents. Did they like him? "They don't really know you," she said. What about her, Tyson asked. Did she like him? "I don't really know you either," she answered. "But from what I've seen, you're OK."
That was the turning point, Washington testified. "He leaned over, and his voice changed. He said, 'You're turning me on.' I said, 'I'm not like all those other women. I don't know what you think I came up here for.' I started getting really nervous. I said, 'I'm going to the bathroom...' "
Washington relieved herself, removing her panty liner but not replacing it. Her only fresh one was in her purse on the bed, she said, adding that she preferred no panty liner to another close encounter with Tyson. But when she came out of the bathroom, Tyson was in his underwear. "I was terrified. I said, 'It's time for me to leave,' " she testified. "He said, 'Come here.' He grabbed my arm and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He pulled me toward him. It was disgusting. I pulled back. He said, 'Don't frighten. Don't frighten. Relax.' I tried to punch him, but it was like hitting a wall. I said, 'Get off! Get off me! Stop!' The next thing I knew, he slammed me on the bed."
Tyson held his huge forearm across her chest, Washington said, and pulled off her shorts and underwear. "He put his hand in my vagina, he jammed his fingers in me really hard. I said, 'Ow, please stop! You're hurting me.' My eyes were filling up with tears. Then he started laughing like it was a game." She said he called her a "crybaby."
"I said anything I could to get him off me," she told the packed courtroom. "I was begging him. 'Please, I have a future ahead of me....Please, I don't need a baby....Please, I'm going on to college.' He said, 'So we have a baby,' and jammed himself inside me." The pain was "excruciating," she said. "I felt like someone was ripping me apart." A few seconds later, she recalled, Tyson told her, "Don't fight me, mommy." Then he pulled out and ejaculated on the bed. "Don't you love me now?" she quoted him as saying. As she got dressed, Tyson suggested she spend the night. "I said, 'Why? So you can do this again?' " With that, she left and went back to her hotel in his limousine.
A SINGLE WORD SPLIT THE EERIE STILLNESS OF THE CROWDED Indianapolis courtroom like the crack of a rifle shot: "Guilty." The defendant's shoulders sagged, his massive head rolled slightly to the right, and he mumbled, "Oh, man." Then came two more rifle shots, two more guilty verdicts, and the defendant sat motionless, staring straight ahead. Last week Mike Tyson, the world's highest-paid athlete and the youngest boxer to win the heavyweight championship, was convicted of **** and two counts of criminal deviant conduct. His victim, 18-year-old Rhode Island beauty queen Desiree Washington—who gave PEOPLE permission to use her name and photograph for this story—had handed him the most crushing defeat of his life.
After the Clarence Thomas hearings and the William Kennedy Smith trial, it was beginning to seem as if a woman might never win a round in the he-said-she-said battle of the ***es. This time, though, a panel of 12 jurors chose to believe the accuser, a freshman at Providence College who teaches Sunday school and spends some of her free time caring for ******ed kids. During the Miss Black America beauty pageant last summer, she said, Tyson, 25, ****d her in room 606 of the Canterbury Hotel in Indianapolis. Though tested by Tyson's expensive legal team, Desiree Washington held firm to her version of the events of July 19, 1991—and was ultimately convincing. "We looked at the chain of events," the jury foreman, a 37-year-old IBM marketing manager, said afterward. "And when we put it together, the issue of consent was clearly not given."
In the witness box over two days, Washington testified quietly and calmly. Yet she never presented herself as anything other than what she truly seems to be: a wide-eyed teenager. She spoke in a high-pitched, almost childlike voice, used words like "neat" and "yucky" and admitted to being star-struck. At one point she described how her father, grandfather and brother had all been fans of Mike Tyson's and how they used to watch his fights on television. On the night of the ****, she even brought a camera along to take a souvenir photograph of him.
She had flown alone to Indianapolis and had checked into the downtown Omni Severin Hotel with two roommates and fellow contestants, Pasha Oliver, 20. of Montgomery, Ala., and Kycia Johnson, 20, of McAlester, Okla. On the day before the ****, she testified, she and the 22 other contestants were rehearsing a dance number in the hotel ballroom when Tyson arrived wearing a large TOGETHER IN CHRIST button on his shirt. " 'You're a nice Christian girl, right?' " she quoted Tyson as asking her. "I smiled and said, 'Yeah.' " A little later, during the filming of a promotional spot, Tyson gave her a hug. "He asked me if I wanted to go out on a date," she recalled. "I said, 'Sure.' " Later in the day she bumped into Tyson again and asked if they were really going out on a date. He said, "Yeah."
But Tyson didn't call and didn't show up at her hotel. So she and Oliver went to a concert and then to bed. At about 1:30 A.M. Tyson called from his limousine. "He said, 'Can you come out?' I said, 'At this time?' He said, 'We can go around Indianapolis. I want to talk to you.' I told him it was late....I was in my pajamas." Washington said she suggested they meet the following evening, but Tyson told her he was leaving town. So she agreed to see him, asking Oliver to come along. When her roommate declined, Washington invited Tyson to come up to her hotel room—but Oliver rejected that idea as well.
Washington threw on a halter top, flowered jacket and baggy shorts, grabbed her camera and headed down. Tyson was outside, sitting in the back of a gold limousine. Washington said she thought they might drive around and meet some of the celebrities who were in town for Indiana Black Expo, the cultural festival sponsoring the beauty pageant. "I got in, he hugged me, he tried to kiss me, and I jumped back," she testified. "I was surprised that he acted like that and that his breath kind of smelled too."
The limousine went around the corner to the nearby Canterbury Hotel, where Tyson was staying. "He said something about picking something up," she said. "Something about a bodyguard." She followed him to room 606. While Tyson went into the bedroom to make a phone call, she sat in a chair in the foyer. A few minutes later Tyson called out, "The TV is in here." She replied, "I thought we were leaving." He then beckoned her into the bedroom, saying he wanted to talk.
He sat at the head of the bed, she at the foot. He asked her about college (she is on a full scholarship), about whether she is athletic (she is a jazz dancer) and about her community work (she is a Big Sister volunteer). He told her about his 200 pigeons. "I thought that was neat," she testified, "because I love animals."
Tyson then asked about her parents. Did they like him? "They don't really know you," she said. What about her, Tyson asked. Did she like him? "I don't really know you either," she answered. "But from what I've seen, you're OK."
That was the turning point, Washington testified. "He leaned over, and his voice changed. He said, 'You're turning me on.' I said, 'I'm not like all those other women. I don't know what you think I came up here for.' I started getting really nervous. I said, 'I'm going to the bathroom...' "
Washington relieved herself, removing her panty liner but not replacing it. Her only fresh one was in her purse on the bed, she said, adding that she preferred no panty liner to another close encounter with Tyson. But when she came out of the bathroom, Tyson was in his underwear. "I was terrified. I said, 'It's time for me to leave,' " she testified. "He said, 'Come here.' He grabbed my arm and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He pulled me toward him. It was disgusting. I pulled back. He said, 'Don't frighten. Don't frighten. Relax.' I tried to punch him, but it was like hitting a wall. I said, 'Get off! Get off me! Stop!' The next thing I knew, he slammed me on the bed."
Tyson held his huge forearm across her chest, Washington said, and pulled off her shorts and underwear. "He put his hand in my vagina, he jammed his fingers in me really hard. I said, 'Ow, please stop! You're hurting me.' My eyes were filling up with tears. Then he started laughing like it was a game." She said he called her a "crybaby."
"I said anything I could to get him off me," she told the packed courtroom. "I was begging him. 'Please, I have a future ahead of me....Please, I don't need a baby....Please, I'm going on to college.' He said, 'So we have a baby,' and jammed himself inside me." The pain was "excruciating," she said. "I felt like someone was ripping me apart." A few seconds later, she recalled, Tyson told her, "Don't fight me, mommy." Then he pulled out and ejaculated on the bed. "Don't you love me now?" she quoted him as saying. As she got dressed, Tyson suggested she spend the night. "I said, 'Why? So you can do this again?' " With that, she left and went back to her hotel in his limousine.
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