So I'm sure y'all have heard or read about the Jules High School rape saga that's been reported and discussed at length lately. If you haven't, where the f*** you been?
Anyway, I'm not here to discuss the merits of the case or any of that. Theres' a lady on Twitter who, in response to the media's reporting of the case as well as the public's reaction, decided to tell her story in the hope that some sort of activism can be sparked off. It's a very sad story, well told, and there's no way you can finish reading it without feeling something. The following is an excerpt from the story:
"After a few minutes, one of his friends joined us and offered me a beer. I'd tasted alcohol before and was not opposed to it, but I was not interested in having the beer he was adamant I should have. With some back on forth regarding my not wanting it, he got up and left with it but then returned with a cider. I took it and drank it and we continued to talk and laugh under the tree. About half way through the drink I wasn't feeling good at all, dizzy and nauseous, I thought that being out in the sun and the days activities were weighing down on me so I excused myself went inside the house to use the bathroom. It was occupied, as I turned around to try and find another loo the friend, lets him R, was standing very close to me stroking my arm and told me that there was a bathroom outside by the maids quarter that I could use if I didn't want to wait. I followed him, letting him guide my faint self and my wobbly legs outside."
Read the full story here:
http://akmosaic.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-said-no.html
