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CRIMES AGAINST THE DIVINE GODDESS (the subject of abuse) - by Doc Ronni
Welcome! This article deals with abuse directed towards women of all ages. It is a subject that I am extremely passionate about. Anyone who knows me at all, knows this to be true. I am the type of person that my friends, and sometimes even strangers, come to for advice or a shoulder to cry upon. They share with me the things they are most ashamed to tell just anyone. They know that their 'skeletons in the closet' are safe with me. At the time of writing this, I am 46, and have been hearing these horror stories since about the age of 14, when I first came across a girl I went to school with. She was sitting alone on a bench outside of the public library, and as I approached her, I noticed that she was slashing at her wrists with a broken shard of glass. I sat down next to her and gently placed my hand over hers. She looked at me, the tears running down her face. I said to her, 'Hey! Don't do this, 'hun'. Why are you cutting yourself?', and after a few moments, she began to sob even harder, placed her head on my shoulder, and said, 'Because I want to die! I hate it at home! I am beaten and raped almost every night by my step-father!' I did not expect to hear that from this young girl who always seemed to be happy and out-going the whole time I had known her. I put my arm around her and just sat there holding her for hours, giving her words of comfort and support. She never forgot that, and we stayed close for many years. Eventually, she found the strength to stand up for herself and have her step-father arrested for the things he had been doing to her. As I write this, I sit and wonder, as I have many times over the years, what would have happened if I had not come across her that day, or worse, what if I had just kept walking and passed her by, minding my own business? In the 32 years since that day, I have heard it all, and I am quite fed up with it.
Since I now have your attention, and you are still taking the time to read this, I want you to do something for me. Imagine for just a few moments, whether you are a man or woman, that you are the person who wrote the following:
"Like any other night, I am in MY home. This is where I am supposed to feel safe, with not a worry in the world that anything could ever happen to me here. Not in MY home! This is something I take for granted on a daily basis, because once I am behind the privacy of my locked doors, I am in MY personal space, FREE to be me, FREE to relax and let my guard down, FREE to do pretty much as I please, RIGHT?
It is late, so I am tired, just like any other normal human being. I decide to go to bed, making sure that all the windows are latched, the doors are locked, and the curtains are drawn. I finally manage to crawl into the comfort of my bed, pulling the covers up close, all snug in my pillow. I drift off, not thinking there is anything to concern myself with. Everything can wait until tomorrow. This is MY time!
Sometime in the middle of the night, a loud noise wakes me. Startled, I sit up. I stumble out of bed, wondering what in the world is going on, and hastily make my way to the living room to see. I stop dead in my tracks and scream. There before me is a menacing figure, standing within MY home, the door having been kicked in.
He is full of hatred and anger. He comes at me, grabs me roughly, slaps me around. He even punches me in the face. I fall to the ground and he kicks me, yells obscenities at me. He pulls me up and punches me again, throws me against the wall, breaks everything that is in his path to get at me. I try to get away. I try to fight. I scream and yell for help. I grab anything I can and try to defend myself, but nothing seems to be able to slow him down. I have no gun, no knife in which to truly arm myself with. I feel pain, humiliation, and anger. This is MY house. Why is this person doing this to me in MY house?
The nightmare continues as the intruder keeps beating on me. The tears are streaming down my face, mixing with the blood coming from the cuts upon my brow, my busted lips. I lay in a crumpled heap upon the floor, praying for it all to end. I fear for my life, almost wishing for death just so that the madness will come to an end.
As if all that torment were not enough, as I lay helpless, unable to barely even move or make a sound, he then rips off my clothes. His hands are touching me in places that NOBODY has the right to do, unless I am willing to let them. IT IS MY BODY! He rapes me, violates me against MY will. I can do nothing but cry, wishing that I were anyplace but here, in MY home where this nightmare is taking place. MY HOME!
At some point the police and paramedics have arrived. The offender is long gone. While the EMTs attend to my wounds, the police are interrogating ME. In my state of fear, confusion, embarrassment, the police are interrogating ME, while the person who did this is out there someplace, feeling proud of what he has done, probably bragging to a friend over a beer by now, or worse, commiting the same act against someone else.
After what seems like hours, I am once again alone, only now I jump at every noise, am afraid to turn out the light, or even fall asleep for fear of him visiting me in my dreams. What if he comes back? What if he is just waiting right outside? My home is no longer the safe haven it once seemed, and it is now tainted with these bad memories.
I stare into the mirror for the first time, afraid to look, but I must. The person staring back at me is unrecognizable. She is bruised all over. Her eyes are swollen and starting to turn yellow and purple. Her face is cut, lips blistered and broken. Her eyes are those of a panic-stricken victim, scared and lost. The memory of the assault is forever etched upon her mind, and she is now reluctant to trust ANY man. She feels dirty, filthy, and no matter how many times she scrubs herself in the shower, she just cannot seem to lose this feeling. She withdraws into herself, afraid to even tell her closest friend what has occurred within HER OWN HOME, to HER OWN BODY! She has never felt so scared and all alone in all her life. He took that from her, and it can never be given back, EVER!"
Nothing gets under my skin or ruffles my feathers more than the acts of sexual and/or physical abuse upon a women and children. Who do these 'sons-of-bitches' think they are? What gives them the right? Does it make them feel like a man? These, and many other questions just like them, go through my mind all of the time. I want the answers. I want to take one these ass-holes, push them against the wall by the throat, and make them answer me.
Events like this occur everyday, all over the world. I have heard it all, time and again. I have been told the stories of physical abuse caused by a jealous spouse, an over-bearing boyfriend. I have heard the stories of rape commited by fathers on their daughters from the age of six all the way until adult-hood. I have heard them from females I have been involved with, and I have heard them from almost every female friend that I have ever had, and it continues day in and day out. The stories are different, and the victims change, but all have one thing in common.. THEY ARE CRIMES AGAINST WOMEN!
As a man who is quite fond of the opposite sex, and with enough experience to fill several novels devoted to the Divine Goddesses that they truly are, I can tell you that the female is the superior of the two species. The female is a soft, loveable, and cuddly creature. They have the power to make a man feel as if he is King of the Universe, just by showing him the love and affection, the understanding that they so masterfully own. They are magical in the sense that they can get almost any man to do anything they wish, thus making the male the weaker of the two sexes. They are pretty amazing people if you ask me. They are important to life, being the life-givers that they are. Mankind would simply cease to exist without them. Females are to be admired for their survival alone, having had to put up with centuries of being considered the lesser species among a world ruled by men. I think that pretty much makes females the stronger gender as well. We are far from the 'dark ages' when a female had no rights and their sole existance was in servitude to the dominant male society. Times have changed, and it is time to right the wrongs. Let us praise the female gender, worship her for all that she is, treat her with the utmost respect, always. Let us bow before her, and together we can all praise the Goddess!
No man has the right to beat on, or sexually abuse a woman.. NO MATTER WHAT! If I have any agenda at all, it is to see that every living, breathing female on this planet is safe from the low-life losers of the world. I take this very personally, especially when it happens to someone very close to me. The people who do these things deserve everything they have coming to them, and on a more personal note, if I ever come across the persons responsible for hurting my friends, I will take care of them, with no emotion, no remorse, no regrets! YOU WILL PAY YOUR DEBT IN FULL.. with compounded interest!
To those of you who read this and can relate, either because it has happened to yourself, or someone you know, I hope to empower you to do something about it, or to at least support and encourage the friend you know that suffers from abuse, so they can take the proper actions to end the insanity once and for all.
To those who read this and get angry, then I have done what I set out to do. It is up to you to do something about it. Get involved. The next time you hear a woman screaming, go see what is going on, and if she is being attacked in any manner, take action. If you do not, then you are just as much to blame as the offender commiting the crime.
To those who have a negative reaction to my words here, then I have to wonder, are you an abuser or sexual offender? If so, seek help, because if you continue to commit your crimes against women, you are going to come across the wrong person one day and they are going to make you pay dearly for your actions. Some of these women have husbands or boyfriends who take it very personally and will do whatever it takes to get their hands on you, or (and I especially like this idea so much, that it has inspired a new story-line that I plan to begin working on very soon) maybe you will get your just desserts from some pissed off bad-ass female who dishes out her own brand of vigilante justice to scumbags like you! What a sweet notion that is!
There are agencies and support groups somewhere in your area that help women deal with this subject matter. Do not be afraid to ask for help, and please, for the love of life, liberty, and freedom across this planet, report the low-life losers who have commited these acts of cruel and unwarranted abuse. Let us all stick together on this and demand that such people are locked up for a very long time, not put back out on the streets with just a slap on the hand, just so they can turn around and do it again to someone else. People get major jail time for selling marijauna, and that is ludicrous. Can someone please explain how that is a major crime compared to an assault on a woman?
The madness has to stop! The people responsible need to answer for their irresponsible actions. These are hate crimes, acts of terrorism, and they are happening right under our noses, in our own backyards. There are no excuses! I am counting on you, for it is now in your hands, and I pose to you this challenge: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?