He thought he could hide his crime.
“We stood there in a lake of blood watching a man pull his guts from himself.”
To this day, he still maintains that he had to do it.
These aren’t your run-of-the-mill stories. These are shit-your-pants true scary stories.
Supporting Trump for fiscal reasons, while minimizing his social commentary, is making a deal with the devil.
Here are the stories of those who have been assaulted or harassed by people who now believe that only some colors and creeds get to be American citizens. It is ugly. It is scary. It is very painful.
We cannot continue to read stories like this in the media. We cannot continue dismissing these stories because “things like that don’t happen here.” They do. They happen every day, and they happen everywhere.
To come forward about a sexual assault means to willingly place oneself under one of society’s most unflattering spotlights.
You never chased my mom around the house to tickle her sides or squeeze her in a tight hug. Instead, you chased her into the doorway to pin her wrists and scream in her face.
A little bit after the punching fit ended, he phoned his mother and girlfriend, telling them both that he “did something bad.”