MY SISTER WAS RAPED. SHE WASN’T DRUNK AND SHE WASN’T WEARING SLUTTY CLOTHES.
She was walking home after a day of shopping with friends. It wasn’t late and the sun was still out. She was not raped in an unsafe neighborhood. It was someplace I used to bike by twice a day (Now I take another route, this one makes me sick). She was wearing jeans, a sweater and a coat. She was only 15.
She now has trouble sleeping, she gets nightmares. She is dealing with a lot of post traumatic stress. She wants to kill herself. She feels bad all the time. Not a day goes by that I don’t hear her screaming or crying. She feels like she’s never gonna be happy or normal again.
NOW TRY AND BLAME IT ON HER. I BET YOU CAN’T. BECAUSE IT’S NEVER THE VICTIM’S FAULT. IT’S ALWAYS THE RAPISTS FAULT. AND THAT’S HOW IT SHOULD BE.AND EVEN IF SHE HAD BEEN DRUNK. THAT WOULDN’T GIVE ANYBODY THE PERMISSION TO RAPE HER.
THE PROBLEM IS THE RAPIST, NEVER THE RAPE VICTIM. NEVER.
HE MADE HER LIFE A LIVING HELL. HIS LIFE BETTER BE A LIVING HELL.
ROT IN HELL YOU DIRTY RAPIST. ALL OF YOU DIRTY RAPISTS.
