So, all day I have been formulating my anger and trying to find a cohesive way to put it into words without just writing up another rant filled with expletives and nonsensical phrases. I even see that we have a poll up about this particular topic; and for a short while, I had decided that I would leave it alone... move on, find something else to blog about.
Little Girl Lauren: PT I
When I was fourteen years old, I witnessed an 11 year old girl being raped.
It was like any other night. I had eaten about an hour before, and now it was time to run it all off. I had a disgustingly obnoxious complex about being fat, and my young and ignorant mind thought that running an eight minute mile would burn off all the calories from the whole day.
I was also raped at a young age, by a man who was suppose to protect me. My step dad raped me at like 5. And told me to never tell. He said if I did he would kill my mother. I love my mother so much i was willing to take it. But then it got unbearable he was in my room every night, doing as he will with me.
A child rapist in Maryland had all charges against him dropped because the court could not find an interpreter to speak his native language of Vai, which is a West African language spoken by about 100,000 people world wide. The link to one of the news stories is below.
http://knoxnews.com/news/2007/jul/23/sex-abuse-case-dropped-when-court-c...
