Sometimes the real victim is our society

Gosh how we love a victim in our society. We flock to the side of the victim and coddle and fawn over them. We give them attention and support because, well, they're a victim.

Take the case of Twyana Davis. Poor Ms. Davis was raped at a party, got pregnant through this date rape and then abandoned her newborn in a trash bin. She wrote a book of her experience. She formed Second Chance of Life, a nonprofit group designed to prevent teen pregnancies and alternatives for young mothers who don't want to keep their babies. She starred on Oprah and 20/20.

Twyana Davis was the perfect victim. Innocent. Raped. VICTIMIZED.

But then her story began to unravel. Seems she lied about the date rape. Instead, she had consensual sex with her 12-year-old cousin. The discarded baby survived.

And as a typical "victim," Ms. Davis blames her actions on poor upbringing and abuse when she was a child. That sounds so very familiar.

Twyana Davis will now have 10-25 years to think of her actions. That's the sentence handed down this week by an Ohio judge. She'll eventually register as a sexual predator and will pay a $10,000 fine.

Her book should be moved to the fiction category of the bookstores. Oprah should apologize once again for being duped on her popular television program. And 20/20 should be ashamed for doing very little homework on a sensational story.

Yes, we love our victims in American society. We cling to their every word. We can't imagine how someone can survive such a drastic ordeal.

Ms. Davis told the judge that someday she will stand before a higher judge who monitors all of our actions. On that one final point, Ms. Davis wasn't lying. And yes indeed, she'll stand before the ultimate judge. I doubt she'll be viewed as a victim on that day.