It seems that more and more in the news today we are hearing stories about children and women who are victims of molestation. I am so truly disturbed today because on the front page of the newspaper is a story of a 24 year old young female who took her mother and two children ages 4 and 3 months old to the greyhound bus station at abut 1:30 in the morning to catch a bus to California. The bus station has no parking so therefore many people use the McDonald’s parking lot across the street from the station. This young woman returned to find that her vehicle had been towed. Those predators sit and wait like vultures so they can capitalize off people and I am certain at that time of the morning there was not that many customers at the McDonalds. But at any rate, this young lady came back and found her car to be gone – towed. She called the tow truck company and paid for the bill with her mother’s debit card and then made several calls to family to get them to come and take her to the storage facility to retrieve the vehicle. According to the news, and it does not surprise me that no one responded until it was too late. A uncle came but it was too late, she had left with a man. A hispanic man witnesses stated but the sad part is they found her body later the next day in a wooded lot, half clothed and she had been strangled to death. The autospy reports have not been returned so they don’t know if she had been molested. I am certain she had been. Is an orgasm worth a humans life. In a conversatin with someone I know they said, she shouldn’t have gotten in the car with the person. I became very defensive on her behalf because we were not there, we don’t know if the attacker had a weapon and threatened her or not. Being a woman there have been situations that I have been in, vehicle breaking down and some guy came along and presented himself as a decent person helped me. When we are desperate in situations such as this we make foolish decisions. Having been a victim of this act more than once I am hurting inside not only for the victim but her children. She did not know when she kissed and hugged her babies and mom as they departed for their journey that this would be the end of her life’s journey. She sent her mother a text message to say, “tell my children that I love them’ and another message that said,’ mom I am sure this mexican is going to harm me’. Others say why she didn’t send a description or something. We weren’t there perhaps he forced her to send the messages she did. When I was molested, the person knew I had a child, he threw 2.00 dollars at me and said get your baby some milk (this was years ago). He started out at a church and drug me to an abandoned house, there was a phone on the floor he said call Earl, which was my husband who he was angry at, and he said tell him what I have done to you. She had posted on her face book page that, “tomorrow will be a big day for me, I will be starting school to make a better life for me and my children”. Lord, God, why. It was a big day for her though but instead her name was posted all over the front page of the newspaper and the television. Young, gifted and black and now another victim. To me if I had to sit on a jury of someone who raped and then killed a female and especially if it were a child I would say cut his penis off and feed it to him and then execute him. What is wrong with the minds of men that he would molest innocent victims, children, the elderly. You can get sex every where now days. There are prosititues walking the streets who will have sex with men for a few dollars, are they that cheap and desperate. The things that molested me when I was 8, family members on my greatgrandfathers side, boys who knew better, a old ugly cousin that was married to my great-grandmothers cousin, so-called friends and a punk that was mad at the guy I married at a very young age, used me as his way of paying this guy back because they messed around with the same tramp but the man I married got her pregnant, he molested me, put a knife to my throat and raped me on all places the sidewalk of a CHURCH. Most of them are dead now but back when I was a young woman the laws were not as strick as they are now. They went without their punishment and this hurts. I am so hurt right now because each time I hear something like this it rubs a sore that has never healed. A man they say is innocent until proven guilty, bull, he doesn’t deserve for the taxpayers to spend money on a trial. KILL HIM before he hurts another.
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OMG that would be my worst nightmare. I always keep a phone by my night table in case anybody calls in distress. I don’t care about the time i will go. Since i get lost easily in this massive city called CSI Miami, thank God my son knowing my mentality, gave me a GPS. The man probably presented himself as a nice guy that would help a woman in distress telling her that he had sisters, niece, mother that he would be devastated if in her same situation. Gained her trust. And you are right, when desperate, everybody makes mistakes. I happen not to trust men period. I once came upon an woman on I-95 during a raining night, i stopped to take her to the nearest phone booth (no cels then) and she looked all over my car before she took me up on the ride and it was pouring, dark and cold. So i gather she pictured this… me, hispanic, dark skinned, kinky hair if it was raining
and she blonde, blue eyed, near New Canaan, CT (ritzy town). What convinced her to get in the car? My son was sleeping in the back. I did tell her that she did the right thing by checking me out. I can imagine this poor woman during the last minutes of her life. The suffering. May she rest in peace. We must always teach our grandchildren to be careful out there, not to be so trusting, to THINK twice before getting in someone’s car. To wait. If a flat tire, wait inside the locked car. A cop told me that once. Wait inside and the state police will eventually show up. Thank God for cel phones. Those help a lot. But we must train our young ones to be careful. Sometimes repeating ourselves is annoying, but it pays when one is in that situation.
Thanks Lynnette
Alma, All I can say which is not much, is I understand. It is the people GOD wants us to trust who do these things and get away with it. How far don’t you trust family? People who put on a front, a demeanor, a disguise of rightness, to beguile innocents! Some get more time raping someone than killing them! Priest, pastor, deacons, leaders of people, put in high esteem. What to do, what to do? It weights on my heart so. Tell your story, get it out and let no one shut you up or down!! Those who don’t want to hear skip this and all others. Let the truth be told, for we can not handle the truth, cause it’s about us!…Sorry again…from my heart to yours…TRACK..happens every day in a neighborhood /house near you!
As we speak some female is being molested right now. Thanks for the encouragement, tell your story, get it out and let non one shut you up or down, thanks I will do just that. The judges don’t realize what it does to the non victim each time they let one of the ……………….. go. Each time we hear of a situation of molestation it brings back thoughts of our own. I accept what happened to me so that I can be of a blessing to my own daughters and other women. I hate it when someone suggests counseling to me. Sitting in someone’s office pouring my heart out is not going to take back the scars of when my mother sent me to get her husbands friend some water and the man came in the kitchen and had me on the side of the refrigerator with his stinky penis between my legs. I was only 8. Coounseling is not going to take back the day when I was playing with my cousins and they enticed me to come behind a shed at their house and they took their turns with me. They were much older than me so they should have known better. Counseling is not going to take back the old gray ugly cousin who use to come visit with his wife to my great-grandmothers and us kids would get excited about his car and he would let us play in it and all along he fmessed with me between my legs. Counseling is not going to take back the fact that when my mother would leave me with the babysitter she and her two sisters would take their turn messing with me between my legs so bad that it would burn. They too were in high school and I was about 7/8. They knew better. Three sisters, Emma Lee, Margaret and Patricia, Counseling is not going to take back the pain when my mother passed and I was 15 and the school I was transferred to threatened to put me back in the 8th grade and I had no one to get my school records for me and I tried to do it myself. I went to Houston on the greyhound bus, thinking I knew how to get the city bus to my aunts house. I waited on a corner for hours and no bus came, this MAN, nice looking, clean, older guy offered to give me a ride to where I needed to go. Instead I ended up in a motel room with him trying to shove what felt like a baseball bat into my vagina. He finished his business and was nice enough to drop me off at my aunts. SHe was so busy fussing at me she would not shut up and let me tell her that I had just been molested. It was all my fault. Counseling is not going to take back the night I was hanging out with friends and the boys dropped everybody else off at their homes but when they got to mine they sped past and I found myself on a dark, deserted road with them molesting me. Counseling certainly is not going to take back the worse night of my life on December 6, 1969 when this guy put a knife to my throat and raped me on the cold concrete between the church and its cafeteria and then in an abandoned house. No I am not a wayward person who walked the streets putting myself in harms way. I was just a person who trusted all of the wrong people and they took advantage of that. Oh but when I look back over my life and I start to think things over, I can truly say that I have a testimony and I am blessed to be alive. But what hurts me the most about this IS THAT THEY GOT AWAY. No one cared about me, no one cared that I had been abused like this. Oh they pointed the finger. I was the little fast heifer. But what they fail to realize is that when a girl has been aroused then she starts to “act out”. I became a victim of teenage pregnancy by a boy at the age of 16, his mother and my grandmother consented for us to get married and this was his license to beat me almost every other day. I grew up and I got out only to marry another abusive man. I should hate men altogether but I can’t hold an entire group responsible for what dog did. The person who raped me in Bryan, Texas in 1969 I would love to sue the city of Bryan because they had him, the police picked him up leaving the scene, he had my DNA all over him and they had witnesses and evidence, many old cases have been reopened and those individiuals were brought to justice. Though this piece of trash killed his own self on a drug overdose, I would love to make his family pay.
Alma, Your story is almost unbelievable, but I know better! And when someone tells you to get over it, lets just say,they know not what they’re saying, o.k.! Even some female are flip-pen about the ordeal! Today I can walk and chew gum, however I can still feel my fathers’ hands touching me, disgusting!! The mercy for the offending and those who helped by not addressing and taking the easy way out for themselves, if I tell my daughter what happen she would hate her grandmother for doing naught! So I carry it myself, for she loves grandmother and grandfather. I was a fierce defender of my child, ask her father…TRACK…it’s a helpless feeling, and no one to protect you…BLESS YOU TODAY
Track, every word I say is the painful truth and as I was writing I said to my self, unbelievable. Unbelievable that so much could happen to one person and yet hear I am still with love in my heart. Here I am still holding it together. The church song I repeated which says as i look back over my life and i think things over i can truly say that i have a testimony. I have and I survived. There have been people in my life who way to me if I had gone through half of the things you have gone through I would have just died, I don’t know how you did it. Let me tell you as I tell the, it is God, Man I don’t know how I lived through all of this. I am 58 now and in less that a year and half I will be 60 and though I have been beaten several times by men, have been raped several times by men, though I have been without my mother for over 40 years and had a father who cared nothing about me, TRACK I am still here. Oh merciful God, take care of the children and the women out there that are being misused and abused, we don’t deserve this. We did not ask to be born and since we are here nothing can be done now about the past but help us to live the remainder of our lives without any more abuse. I am a good person, and I am beautiful from the inside out, I was not a wild girl but a very trusting one. I have tried to turn against men altogether but my creator is the same creator who created Adam and Eve. I’ve heard so many women say that because they were abused this is why they are now lesbians, This is an excuse. I will take the chance that someday before I die that some lucky guyis going to appreciate me for who I am and understand and love me for the strength that I have to overcome this dreadful pain. I have trusted in guys who say they love me and I tell them my story, oh they are very compassionate at the moment but the minute they get to the point they want to beat me the first thing come out of their mouth when I ask why, they have said to me, this shouldn’t come as a shock to you, you’ve had this done to you before. And you callthis love. Men want to beat on you and scar you up so that no other man wants you. Well, if a man can not understand the long cold road I have had to travel then he can take a hike.
There are days that I want to hate life and I say all the time, God it was not my decision to be born, why do I have to go through all of this. We deserve to be happy even moreso because of the abuse we have been given. I pray for all women and one day will finish a book title, “Let This Be A Lesson To You”, I want to dedicate this book to all girls who will one day have to grow up to become a woman. Thank you
Alma, We are looking for the same guy
), great attitude. You will do well!…TRACK
p.s. Got your information from another post…
P.S.S. We all come out of abuse in different ways…love them and let GOD sort it out…
Yes this is what I have said to myself. I am here still and they are gone, though no family members defended me, the law didn’t but GOD will. Thank you
I would love to make the city of Bryan, Texas and his family pay because can you believe that his mother and aunt showed up at my mother in laws house the next day and asked me to drop the charges on this piece of mess of theirs. It was on the news, etc. I know the police had him but they let him go. The grand jury – a room full of men at the time and poor little me with no one to defend me said to me that I should have been at home. What does that hve to do with it. Now exactly what happened to him I do not know. I was told that the military police came and picked him up because he was scdeduled to go into the military. Months later the guy I was married to went in the service as well. He vowed that if he ever saw him he would kill him. A few years later when my husband returned, looking at some pictures there he and this guy and a few other soldiers were sitting around a camp fire. They both got out of the military and I said to my then soon to be ex that you had every chance you didn’t protect me and had I not been looking for you that night this would not have happened. You see all myhusband did was run the streets being with other females, some of who were suppose to be my friends and I was walking the streets looking for him to beg him to come home. Years later I was working for the county and another man came in to pay his taxes, I never looked up. The two are standing there and this thing had to nerve to say to me as I was processing the payment, he said, don’t I know you from somewhere. I then looked up into his disgusting face and I ran from the office to the bathroom shaking like a leaf on a tree in a very high wind. My co-worker finished processing the payment and came to me. My God she said what is wrong, and I said that guy standing there brutally raped me. She said, well they are gone now, perhaps but the pain was still there. I left and went to California and it was communication through a friend that I learned he had drug overdosed behind a corner store where all the drug addicts hung out. Good, died in the streets like the dog he was, I felt a bit of justice had been awarded to me. To God Be The Glory. I wonder what kind of burial he had, how do you give honor to a rapist.
I agree 100% !!! If you rape anyone, you should die!!! You chose to force yourself on another living soul, you would stop at nothing, no body should EVER be raped !!! Rape = death. Rape is a horrible crime, the worst, it leaves permanent scars. You NEVER heal from rape. It destroys something in you. The rapist takes something that can never be restored. Again RAPE = DEATH. There should never be any mercy for a rapist. There is NO excuse for forcing yourself on someone ever. The law should be , put rapist to death the day they are convicted!!! Maybe just maybe that would sent a loud enough message, rape will not be tolerated.
I love your VN name – WiserNow. We all are indeed wiser now but the pain is still there. You are so right, it does not go away evident by the fact that I started this conversation when I read about the young woman a few days ago. It is a pain that will resurface again and again. When I lived in California I heard about a young woman who was a cheerleader and her stepfather raped, killed her and dumpted her body on the side of the road in a ditch. Because of the pain I felt, I went to that girls eulogy and I tell you I cried like she was my own child. It was the pain inside of me. I went to the graveside service and I stayed there until the very last. I waved good bye to her mother as she drove away in the limo and I cried. I walked away from this child’s grave with a tear stained face and a pain in my throat so thick I could hardly swallow. It was a temporary healing for me and I said though he killed her she does not have to face this pain every day but for those of us something is dead on the inside but the pain resurface every now and then. I wish we who have survived could get a clear message to those that are the decision makers as to what this does to us and they would make it a universal law that if you rape a woman, the same will be done unto you and you will then be put to death.
Thank you all so much for your responses and together let us try and make a change for the sake of those that are being molested as we speak and for those that have lost their lives because there of. As for us, we will have this pain but we have learned to cope, it is those of them who do not know how that need us most. Love you all and thank you for sharing.
That’s why i love DEXTER…. kill the bastards! I met a lot of Mexican women that got abused almost everyday in their country. The law is not on their side, they did not have any rights. It seems like the 18th century, this mostly happens in the small towns. Everytime i meet one of these women I am thinking THANK YOU LORD FOR MY MOM, THANK U, THANK U, THANK U. I wish i was there for you Alma and Petitetiger. I wish i knew you then. Although we may be around the same age, i know i would of spoken for you, to my family members, adults and people that could of helped you. I know my mom would let me bring you into my home. She was a feminist of sorts, when that did not even exist. She spoke out and she knew everybody from the street bum to the mayor of our town.
My cousin who was a princess to her dad, the only girl of 6, told me when we were already in our 30′s that one of my uncle’s employees used to masturbate between her legs when she was only 5 or 6. She remembers the age because she was not in school yet. She told me this in front of my aunt and we were both shocked! My aunt started crying. If my uncle would of been alived i know for a fact he would of killed that man, even then. They lived in a rural area and my uncle had a lot of employees that did the land for sugar cane. Sometimes as parents we trust our family members with our daughters. I DO NOT TRUST ANY MAN. I am sorry, i tell this to people and they look at me weird. I have never been molested, only touched by my mother’s BF maybe twice where the boobs were supposed to be since i did not have any. But at that early age i realized that men cannot be trusted when it comes to SEX. So i watch my nieces’ kids a lot. I study their behavior. I watch them with certain people. That’s just me… i would be talking to someone but observing. FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE WE CANNOT EVEN TRUST PRIESTS! Should i say more? But Alma and Tiger it must be a bitch to live w/this in your soul daily. That in itself is too much. That is why people say that you must go to therapy. They do not want to be mean.
I would not apologize at all because they caused us not to trust them. The young woman that came up dead the other day I am sure this guy presented himself to be trustworthy and look at the results. Some may say how do you know, well I doubt very seriously that anyone no matter the situation you are in would appeal to some guy who looked like a killer. But they don’t wear signs on them saying, I am a rapist, I am a murderer. They have to present themselves to you in a manner where they can gain your trust. That goes for all men and they you find yourself being raped, beaten or we here about you being killed.
I hve 5 daughters and I tell you the truth talking about always not letting them out of my sight. It was difficult for them to understand. And then I made the mistake of marrying this bastard and becuse he was supposed to be a minister I trusted him. Not only did he beat me but I was working and come home to the news that no mother wants to hear. He tried to rape me. My children think that I was being to strick on them but they just did not understand. Now that 4 of them are grown they see my pint. Mama was not being strick she was being protective.
I appreciate your compassion Lynnette and wish I had been around someone like you and your mother because when you are hurting like this the one thing you don’t need is for someone to point a finger and blame you.
I want to open up a place for women to come to, we can sit and relax and cry if we need to but for us to talk together and join together and maybe together we can defeat the giant is hovering over us females. Thank you for your response.
no , i have never been raped………and yet, i now remember one of my husbands told me on our honeymoon that he must have sex every day….and i guesss i pushed the thought away…but if i did not want sex, he grabbed my wrists in a hold i could not get out of, crud……..i hve put this so far in my memory zone, that i can’t even talk about it. and the when i was 16 i left home to live with an aunt and uncle……..and my uncle would try to pressure me to “just give him a BJ………” day in and day out, only when he cold get me alone……i left after so long..i dont remember and went back to live with my mother….who i have never gotten along with…..i told my mother while i was visiting her in her nursing home, wheat her brother tried to do…….she said she was outraged, and if she had only known………blah she liked me more than her own kids…………
Hi Lindawalter,
If a eprson uses force in any matter to get you have sex with him it is rape. Husbands rape their wives all the time. I use to go to a women’s support group at a shelter for battered women and I also had a friend who was married to a police man and to my surprise the stories I would hear about the policemen who abuse their wives. Man I was shocked. Here you have a person who has taken a vow to ove and cherish you and then a vow to honor and protect – do they think this means the persons that are not in the household. Wow your uncle, doesn’t surprise me. Your family, your father, brother, uncles,e tc. all are individuals who should protect you, who should have your best interest best but then you hear women say my father raped me for years, my brother did this and that. Lord it is sad. There are about 20 women per man, that is to say that there is a plentiful supply. There are women at the nightclubs that will go and and have a one night stand with a man just because he bought her a drink under 10.00, there are prositutes on the streets that will have sex with a man for a few dollars so why does a man need to rape a child, a woman? Are they that cheap? Yes, and do they not look in the mirror. Of course they have no conscience because if they did they would not hurt anyone.
I started this post because of what happened to the young woman a few days ago. Each time I read a response I cried and had to pray for strength. I want to help and if this offers any comfort to anybody then my mission is done. But the question remains how do we put an end to this. Many of us do not tell anyone because they won’t believe us. And just like when I went before the grand jury after that a……….. did what he did to me, their reponse was that I should have been at home. I am not a prisoner, I have freedom, their was no curfew, and even if I walked totally with no clothes he just like any other man had no right to touch me.
Wow your own family member trying to make you put your mouth on his nasty, stinky rod, that is awful. I forgot about the time this guy pulled a gun on me to make me do the same to him. I wanted to bite it off but was afraid that he would shoot me or do some other harm to me.
How do we make a change, what can each one of us do to protect the girls and the womenI wanted to bite his thing off but was afraid that he would shoot me in the process. We fear defending ourselves.
How do we get the message to every judge sitting on a bench to put them away. How do we get the message to their pitiful mothers who defend their sons and who allow their daughters to be used for a man’s sexual gratification? The penalities are not stiff enough. We women deserve justice. we deserve to be protected.
rape is an act of violence and control… it is not for the sex per se. Most men cannot get it up if a woman is fighting him. The rapist in turn, is excited.
Although it would make me sick to my stomach to sit in a room with one but I would, can’t use the word love here, but I wish I could sit in a room maybe he in a dark room where I could not see his face and I would want to ask him why and how could you do it.
Being fair I understand that this takes a twist, there are women who rape. There have been women who raped other women. Look at what those women Margaret, Patricia and Emma Lee did to me. They certainly were women and I was a child adn they raped me, they took advantage of me and I wish I could confront their ugly asses now. I want to bring shame to them and I wish they could be punished. I would not want someone to do this to their children but I certainly wish I could be in a room with them now. The world is small and you never know who is watching and who knows who. I truly wish there was a woman out there reading these post on VN and say one day, hmmmm I know a woman who has sisters with these names and confront them or better yet their children should be adults now and they might just learn that their mothers were child abusers in the worse kind of way. I hate them for what they did to me and as a child I loved them so much. You nasty, low down evil ……….. (Wow, I let go, sorry about that, no I am not going to apologize).
Anyway, I have heard stories of women raping young men. I just would like to hear them say it, explain and convince me how you got it in your head that this is what you were going to do and how you were going to carry out the act. And last what pleasure did it bring you and then I would spit in their faces .
i have found tons of people on facebook if you know their full name. I just found a guy i dated a long time ago and he is in Peru. Go for it.
do you know what your name means in Spanish?
Today i took a day off and went to the doctor. In his office I started talking to two sisters. The conversation turned to crime or something and i said “thank God for my mom”. They looked at me and one said… “due to violence i raised my niece, her husband killed her in 1998″. Woooo. She told me that in 1998 there were 4 cases like this in So Florida and i remember that i moved to Miami in 1998 and kept hearing this and said to myself … Latino men killing their wives because they wanted a divorce. Culture shock for me. All these years and today i met these two women, victims of this violence, because the victims are not only the ones that it happens to but their families as well. They told me that their brother in law was a very passive and calm man, so much so that their mother was building an addition to their house for him to come live w/them. Not for their daughter but for the son in law. It was a complete shock to them. He killed himself as well.
Oh yes I do know that my name is a Latino name and it means “SOUL”.
Alma, “no I am not going to apologize”, no need…TRACK
bless you and all the rest of the women on here…….mine can’t even compare to your horrible torture that you had to endure……..and as i said, i had the delete button in my memory….for 5 years, i went without any sleep. as i knew what ws going to happenwhen he woke up. and as soon and he started moving.i jumped out of bed and got dressed (fast) (excuse me…i had to leave the computer,to run to the bathroom…..the memories that stirred all this up) the day before i filed for divorce, he woke me up at 3 am…and said God told him to pierce my heart, as i was an evil woman….and as i said that morning i found a lawyer…..and then he stalked me for 18 months……on the highway, in a place to eat…at my front door….and 2 times he broke into the house and stood at the end of my bed, watching me……scared the u know what out of me………i am praying for each and every one who had been sucked into a seriously bad place…….
and God Bless this forum, so we can speak……loud nd clear…and be there for our sisters
Linda
I am so sorry that this made you feel worse. I know how it feels that this pain does not go away. I have mixed emotions about bringing this subject up. One emotion is because I know it can be painful to relive it and it is not my intent to hurt anyone. The main reason is to get us to talk about it. Some women like yourself have put it in the back of their minds and not dealt with it. Whereas I don’t have a degree in psychology I have the painful experience and I thus know that sometimes it is good to talk about things. Perhaps with or without talking to a professional person who have not been in our shoes. I want us to heal even though I know that we can’t forget.
Just the other day I can’t recall right now where I was but I smelled the person who raped me when I was 8. Now that was 50 years ago, it made me sick in my stomach and I had to embrass myself and shake the thoughts off. No one knew what I was feeling because I was not around anyone that I could talk to. The pain never go away.
Each time I hear of something in the news I get sick and angry. Angry because law officials are not doing enough.
By the way what ever happened to that man.
More than 30 some odd years ago while in college I worked the graveyard shift. I had begun assembling the reports for the days business when my desk was approached by one of buildingd 500 residents requesting information. I provided him with the numbers he needed . Sometime later he approached the desk needing a form. I turned to retrieve the form and he attacked. I was thrown against the desk . He bounced my head off the desk and wall until I was semi conscious then dragged me. Hours passed as I was raped, sodomized and beaten for being unable to perform “acts” he needed. What he “required” I didn’t understand or have knowledge of ( I could have lived without!!). Because all of this was at work it became a workmens comp and followed my employment history for ions. I finally reached a point when noisy interviewers pressed I would refer them to the District Attorney that handled the case.
Yes I fought for two years. Took it to court,he pleaded insanity, I refused to drop charges. Within a month the psych evaluation was overturned–he was “playing” at being psychotic because it had worked previously. While in pysch ward he was caught enjoying sexual relationsnwith other male inmates. During the trial it came out that a year before he had been confined in a state mental institution for another rape. He used the insanity defense. Three months later the doctor over his case released him as ” sane-well” Ladies I was his third victim of the night! Each attack had become more violent and perverse. Had I dropped the charges when the doctors came back with their “insanity” evaluation you can bet HE WOULD HAVE WALKED AGAIN! I could not give in and let him him hurt / destroy someone else.
I was sent to counseling, it didn’t help much both were men and I didn’t exactly trust men to act in my best interest. I have moved on and I have survived. I do occasionally worked with young girls who have been raped and we have helped each other.
BEKAH, Thank you for all you have done with the girls and how sorry I am you had to go thought all this. Many women/men don’t want you to talk about the ordeal, so unpleasant, but it’s the world we live in.
These males are somebodys’ Father, Son, Brother, Nephew, Uncle, Husband, Boyfriend, Lover!…many are raised by females…so I wonder
You can always talk about raped here, if you feel the need to talk…TRACK
You are such a wonderful person. I see many of your post on VN and I think you are a favorite amongst us all. Thank you for your insight and your response. God Bless and Keep you I pray.
What a nightmare!!!! He should just be strung up by his ankles & all the skin ripped from his person, & left to die. He should never be released from jail. Nobody would be safe around him. Oh thank you for fighting so hard to do the right thing. We all know it wasn’t & never will be easy for you. Bless your heart.
Each time I hear of someone being molested I hurt so deeply inside. I had not counted the times on my fingers how many times I had been molested until I did this post. As Track said to me, it is unbelievable and I said it myself. But it happened and my abusers all walked away freely. Some are dead now and the others I hope they have paid some way somehow. But my biggest fear is if they attacked someone else. I call out their names and have no fear in doing so that perhaps someone will read and point the finger at them. Emma Lee Williams, Margaret Williams, Patricia Williams and Rufus Murphy all of Bryan, Texas. John Pounds who resided in Dallas, Texas, the man who raped me in Houston, Texas when I was only 15, a week after my mother had died was a total stranger and the boys that my friends were hanging out with that night I don’t know their names. The man who pulled the gun on me and forced me to a motel room was from Bryan, Texas also and all I knew him by was Maxey. Wow I had not thought about this fact either, there are some pretty mean people living in Bryan, Texas including my ex-husband Melvin Earl Thompson who beat me every other day when he was not using my body for sex. That is still rape. Jessie Ray Edwards and Jimmy Earl Edwards my first cousins of Hearne, Texas – I want all of you bastards to know that I survived and I am exposing you for the filthy pigs that you are.
And here all these years I was thinking I had seen the worse. Just a few days ago there was another post about a person (I refuse to call him a man) and use the term person with reservations but anyway the post was about this thing that had raped and killed a sevenmonth old child. Now the thought of anyone and most certainly a child bothers me, but 7 months old who or what animal can be that sick. He will be put in jail and fed 3 meals a day, some fancy lawyer will defend him for the sake of money. My God when will we as female get our justice. they should put them all in one location, cut their penis’s off and feed it to them inch by inch instead of three meals a day and then they should set the building a fire and let them burn.
This pain never go away. There are some little boys who have been raped and my heart goes out to them as well. I’ve said it before and I say it again, they have not sent a clear messge to these morons that if you rape a person your genitals will be decapitated. A slap on the wrist is not enough. We as women all need to do our part, protest, march, fight, do what ever it takes to plead our cases before those individuals who make and enforce the law. But what is worse is that our trusted officials are sometimes accused of rape and domestic violence. Imagine that!
Thank you for sharing this painful story but as we tell our stories we help others. Thank you for what you are doing in your community and together we will make a difference. Let us not give up the struggle. Amen
ALMA MORNING, I HOPE SOMEONE WILL EXPOSE WHERE THEY ARE!…TRACK
Hello Track,
Well by now the old man name John Pounds is more than likely deceased because he was old from the beginning and now that I am an adult I doubt very seriously that he is in his hundreds. But he got family and I hope they will learn what a disgusting beast he was. And as far as the others Patricia, Margaret and Emma Lee, they should be about 70ish and perhaps are still alive. They have family and associates, it is a small worldl You never know who knows who.
As for the thing that brutally raped me Rufus Murphy, I have been so shaken up these past few weeks that I can’t shake what I am feeling. I therefore contacted the City of Bryan and asked them for the records of that rape. I know they let him go. I want to see the disposition on that case. It shook me when the clerk called me and as she said my name chills went through my body. She said she would put the file in the mail on Tuesday and it only takes mail overnight to come from that town to where I live. As much as I want to see the paper, read the writing I am nervous about going to the mailbox. I don’t have one of those boxes that is attached to your house and they put the mail there, my mailbox is about a half block from my house and all the boxes are together. Even at the thought of this being in my mailbox makes me sick but the day will come that I will find teh strength to take the envelope out and I already feel myself shaking but I will read it. Even though this thug is dead as well, he is the one I was told died like the dog he was behind a convenience store pretty much in an alley from a drug overdose. You think his conscious got to him and that is why he became a drug addict. I don’t care. What makes me sick also is that at black people’s funerals people always have to stand up and have something to say to try and make people look like they lived the life of an angel. Boy I sure wish the truth could have been told at this b………. eulogy. I wonder if they even had one for him, why not just dump people like that in a ditch and let them rot.
I’ll let you know what the report says once I take it from the mailbox. I ask myself, is this a can of worms you want to reopen. Yes I do. So many times we hear of people who have gone back to the court and reopened cases, sued folk or whatever. This is my intent. I want justice and the only way I can get it now is to sue the City of Bryan because they had him, the police picked him up leaving after he had raped me 3 times, they had witnesses, they had me and my clothes that were laying all over the place and they let him go. Furthermore, the police “MAN” examined me. There was no female present. Before the grand jury I sat in a room of 12 white men in 1969 and they humiliated me because I was a young black female with no one to defend me, I was violated more than once.
ANY GOOD LAWYERS ON VN? What we need in these type of situations are female judges and lawyers because a man could never understand the long lasting pain we suffer. Every time I hear of this in the news I cringe, I cry, I lay awake and I feel for the victim. Imagine, right now, some female be it child, girl or woman is being raped right now. America Do Something! Stop taking this shit lightly
Alma, Thanks for the update. PM me anytime. As far a women are concerned, women of brown and dark brown skin are still at the bottom of the barrel. From slavery until even now, we are though of as less-than and not equal to Anglo-Saxon, it is what it is!
I believe it was in Brooklyn, N.Y. that a young brown skinned female went missing and was reported, the police said she ran away, the mother said no, there would be not reason, so no real search went on. A little over one week passed and they found her not more then one block away in a basement raped and beaten! When the white girl was reported missing, it was in the newspapers, on radio, and searches. So there is respecter of persons, that GOD hates, Acts 10:34. We value some persons more than others, wicked business!…TRACK
Well I finally took the report out of the mailbox. I had to because my mailbox was about to run over. I trembled as I reached for the mail and on the way to my house each step seemed like it was the longest. I sorted my mail and there it was. I did not open the envelope, I waited until I got to work and had some quite time to myself. As I opened it and saw the pages I choked up and then I began to read. It was January 2, 1969, wow what a way to start a new year. I was 17 years old and he was 18. The report stated that he was intoxicated and he actually raped me two times. Oh my God, I began to cry as I saw my handwriting and read and disected each word. And then I pulled myself together and said, God look where you have brought me from. I am stronger now and I thank you. I looked at myself and I said, you survived and you I am not the one that is dead, he is. I also admired my beauty and in that I put the papers back in the envelope., closed it up and smiled.
I shared it with my best friend at work. She knows the story and she knew I had requested the police report. When I handed it to her she looked at the envelope and then she looked at me. I said I am alright, it is ok to open it. What was interesting about this to both of us was that I was classified as a Negro then. That is why they did nothing to him. But you know what, his occupation was listed at U. S. Army. Now I know he was to leave and I know he was there because I saw pictures of him. This means that the Army failed me too. How could he be allowed to be in the U. S. Army when he had done such a horrible thing.
My oldest daughter came to visit me at work and I showed it to her. She was an infant at the time and her father was the reason why this guy did what he did to me. The look on her face showed so much pain.
I don’t know what I am going to do with this .