Tale of A Rape Victim

Have you heard any Tale of A Rape Victim? Here is one that must be read by all.

Though rape is a crime done by men but it victims are only women. Men are rarely punished because of different factors, at least in India. No doubt rape is worst than murder for a woman. A rape destroys woman’s life. She never becomes the same.

We use to listen horrible tales of helpless rape victims. In most of the tales/stories, we listen how a woman was first rendered helpless & then raped. But here is a story where the woman concerned did not lost her wit and fought back with such force that not only the attacker lost but had to plead for his “life.” Name of this brave is Julie(name changed)

Have you heard of her? If not, please read her story.

Julie is a middle-aged nurse who lives with an elderly aunt in the rural hamlet. This is her story, taken from a court transcript.

One night, while sleeping, Julie heard a sound. First she though it was her aunt going to bathroom but then suddenly she realized that a man has stepped into her bedroom. Due to unknown fear, she sat up. In the mean time, the intruder pushed her back by force & said “Bitch, you better not turn on a light. You holler, you’re dead. You better not breathe loud.” declaring his intention loud & clear to rob her & assault her sexually. He tore apart her most of the cloth & pushed her on the bed pinning her down under his leg. He was looking menacing with bad eyes & deeds.

But Julie was not out done. She kept her cool & decided to teach him a lesson for life. Now what happened afterward is taken from court records.

Julie: “I got “it“. I grabbed it by my right hand. And when I grabbed it, I gave it a yank. And when I yanked it, I twisted all at the same time. He hit me with his right hand a hard blow beside the head, and when he hit me, I grabbed hold to his scrotum with my left hand and I was twisting it the opposite way. He started to yell and we fell to the floor and he hit me a couple of more licks, but they were light licks. He was weakening some then.“

With Julie still hanging on with both hands, squeezing and twisting the fellow’s pride and joy, they somehow struggled into the hallway.

“He was trying to get out, and I’m hanging onto him; and he was throwing me from one side of the hall wall to the other. I was afraid if I let him go, he was going to kill me. So I was determined I was not going to turn it loose. So we were going down the hallway, falling from one side to the other, and we got into the living room and we both fell. He brought me down right in front of the couch and he leaned back against the couch, pleading with me.”
“He says, `You’ve got me, you’ve got me, please, you’ve got me.‘
I said, `I know damn well I got you.‘ He said, `Please, please, you’re killing me, you’re killing me . . . I can’t do nothing. Call the police, call the police.‘ (Hahaha..here the thief, the criminal was pleading with victim to call the police)
“I said, `Do you think I’m stupid enough to turn you lose and call the police?‘
He said, `Well, what am I gonna do?’
I said, `You’re gonna get the hell out of my house.‘
He said, `How can I get out of your house if you won’t let me go? How can I get out? I can’t get out.‘
I said, `Break out (obscenity). You broke in, didn’t you?’ And I was still holding him.
He said, `Oh, you’ve got me suffering, lady, you’ve got me suffering.‘
I said, `Have you thought about how you were going to have me suffering?’
He said, `Well, I can’t do nothing now.‘
I said, `Well, that’s fine.‘
Julie, still twisting and squeezing, dragged the lout to the front door, which had two locks, and told him to unbolt them.It was a difficult process because he kept collapsing to the floor and she kept hauling him back to his feet.
When he finally unlocked the doors, he screamed: “I’m out, I’m out.“
But Julie, now confident that she had the upper hand (or should I say the lower hands?) and a full grasp of the situation, said: “No, damn it, I’m taking your ass to the end of the porch. And when I turn you loose, I’m going to get my gun and I’m going to blow your (obscenity) brains out, you nasty, stinking, low-down dirty piece of (obscenity), you.’
“And when I did that, I gave it a twist, and I turned him loose. And he took a couple of steps and fell off the steps and he jumped up and grabbed his private parts and made a couple of jumps across the back of my aunt’s car.
“And I ran into my aunt’s room, got her pistol from underneath the nightstand, ran back to the screen door, and I fired two shots down the hill the way I saw him go. And then I ran back in the house and dialed 911.”

The police came and examined the man’s clothing. Inside the trousers was written the name Dwight Coverson. They found Coverson, 29, at home, in considerable pain and wondering if he could ever be a daddy.

A one-day jury trial was held. As Coverson’s court-appointed lawyer put it: “The jury was out 10 minutes. Long enough for two of them to go to the bathroom.“

And the judge gave him 25 years in prison.

Bravo….I would like see our brave ladies teaching similar lessons to all those who try to molest. Not laws, not awareness & help-groups but your sheer courage can make these cowards fly for their life & then tale of a rape victim would end forever.