Getting Raped? Fight, Scream, Kick, Get Loud!
Two good things I got from the ex:
- My kids, of course.
- The advice that I’m passing on to you now, my friend.
I don’t care if the rapist wears a black robe or has “Esq.” tagged to his name.
Fight.
If you are being forced into a van, scream! Not just “Help!”
Be specific.
Scream “White male, 6 foot two, scar left cheek.”
True story. I was waiting in an empty and stationary train in Baden Baden, Switzerland at 2 a.m.
A man walked through, looking this way and that, like maintenance checking before the early run.
Just in case, I stood up and nonchalantly walked the other direction.
He came back and I thought I better act casual and answer his questions. Heart speeding up. He asked me where I was going.
“Zermatt.”
With a Swiss accent, he says “why would you go to Zermatt? It is so cold in the mountains.”
Then he pushed me up toward a wall and came in like he was going to kiss me.
I bit his cheek. (This was before COVID and even before AIDS.)
The man left me alone.
I got off the train to find an authority. There was another woman also looking for the police.
She told me she was on another train with her baby. She saw the same man walk in. He had blood on his cheek. The woman said she told the would be rapist, (in a charming accent), “Fuck off or I’ll scream!”
He left her alone.
You might be out gunned, slower, and doomed. Fight back anyways.
If you don’t, you are still doomed. If you do, you might win.
And then…what a story you can tell.
A Higher Law 