I can't tell this story the way I would like to, it was told to me in confidence. I told the subject of the story that I wanted her blessing in retelling her story without identifying her. That permission she gave me.
In brief, a young woman, twenty-two years old, was walking down a street in Indianapolis. Five men grabbed her and dragged her into an alley. All five raped her. The woman was blond, petite, and I don't doubt based on my present knowledge of her in her mid to later fifties, cute as hell. She was employed in construction, very strong she assured me. All construction workers there carried knives, she said. She did too: a switchblade.
This petite gal, getting involuntarily gang-banged, got out her knife, flicked it open, wounded all five:
killing two! The three survivors were betrayed by the wounds she inflicted, those three were later identified and apprehended. All three went to jail.
2009 06 18
Point of Fact: Yesterday the subject of the story told me that she'd seen my post while abroad and had added at least six paragraphs of additional details: names, descriptions, heights, weights, behaviors ... and a few additional facts. Notice, as of this date: those comments are not here!
Others have also told me in person that they added comments at my blogs: all to no effect.
My domains got censored. Somehow my blogs survived. Are my blogs being monitored? blocked? Also censored? Are YOU being censored? (Of course you are. That's what I started saying out loud in 1970, that's why I got arrested. That's why I'd been bottled and stoppered by the universities in the first place! I wouldn't have bothered to offer a cheap internet in 1970 if they hadn't!
But to get to some of the additional details, I add those she was able to tell me here:
Five guys rape her. She gets out her knife. She wounds all five. They gut her, leave her for dead in the alley.
Two of the guys die, then and there. The remaining three are rounded up once she's rescued and revived, starts testifying. A third rapist, now hospitalized himself, proceedes to also die. So she killed three! Two, not three, go to jail. Three, not two, go to the bone yard.Again: five guys rape one little blond. She wounds all, kills two, sends the rest to jail. !
But: they, while she was goring them, got her knife away from her, and gutted her with it, leaving her for dead in the alley. The next day some drunk found her, an ambulance came, and she's still here to tell about it — though she's much damaged. At age twenty-two our victim had much of the rest of her innards removed by the doctors. They cleaned out most of the rest of her guts, installed a colostomy.
Today she has a little plastic vial instead of a large intestine. Electrodes buzz her when her substitute-colon is full and needs to be emptied. She's about to receive a plastic anus. Her body is still open so the surgeons can go in and out at their convenience.
Much of the damage is of course mental. And then there's the chemical damage the doctors did: for thirty-four years now a jillion drugs have been prescribed for her, by dozens of different doctors, it being impossible for anyone to keep track of the drugs' incompatibilities, their side effects, the Gelstalt sum of their unpredictable combined side effects ...
This gal is unbelievably cute and vivacious at fifty-six, you wouldn't think she was forty, yet several times in the months I've known her, I've seen her collapse and get carted off to the EM. The doctors want her to spend months at a Mayo Clinic in the north so they can try decipher all of her drugs and to wean her away from as many as they dare. (Her husband, a patient man from what I've seen, jokes that he'll have to take out a mortgage on her!)
I'm posting this story as it is. I plan to show it to her and beg her to let me identify her, let her take some credit. This is a story that should be known by everyone: certainly by every woman, and by every man. We can't possibly have enough woman heroes these days, especially real woman heroes; as distinct from bullshit concocted by the media.
I want to have her confirm or correct (and possibly expand on) the details here reported. I'd like her blessing in telling a few more details that I am confident of: the effect on me of the photographs she showed me taken after her first couple of attack-related operations.
Hoping for her approval and her cooperation I now post this as it is. Come on, gal, say Yes.
2009 06 18
I think the subject is now glad that people are seeing her story. She may yet stand up and take a bow.
But the main point remains: a "weaker vessel" defended herself! In the modern world! where everything conspires to make us dependent, while pretending to encourage independence: the schools, the churches ... the police, the firemen ... the doctors ...
We need specialists to a point, but not past the point where we cease to be whole or complete persons ourselves. I'm afraid though that nearly all of us passed that point long before we were born. History passed that point for us.
But if we exercise independence even while we're dependent, who knows, we might become a little bit stronger: despite the experts who don't allow us to move our own limbs without their approval.
2009 06 19
See today's StraightDope.com on the subject of self-defense, whether resisting an attack helps statistically, at what cost:
http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/2874/has-martial-arts-training-ever-helped-anybody-defeat-a-mugger
(Paul Knatz)
