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Black man writes a letter to the white woman who falsely accused him of raping her.

A powerful letter shared by an anonymous black man that's trending on social media. Read below...

I was 15 and you were 13. Exactly one year and four months apart. But they will say two years because apparently, in months, we are supposed to round up. I had never met you before, even though we went to the same school. After the usual Friday night routine of underage binge drinking and smoking to look cool, we ended up staying over at a mutual friend’s house. His not-so-traditional parents made it an ideal hangout.

We were talking casually when I first noticed you flirting. I wasn’t exactly a looker back then, and definitely not the kind of guy who girls at our school usually flirted with, so I guess I was flattered. I made some kind of attempt to mirror your advances and we kissed.

“Bed” turned out to be you, your friend and me sleeping on three mattresses in a dining room. We held hands when the lights were out and you guided my hand to your brea$ts.

We gave up our virginity in eight minutes of clumsiness and confusion. You took my belt off and I battled with your bra. We were as silent as we could have been so as not to wake your friend who lay just two metres away, asleep.

I think we were both relieved when it finished. We didn’t use a condom, I guess because I never expected to have s3x any time soon and if you did have one with you it wasn’t offered.

It was entirely mute apart from the simple, but essential, “Do you want to … ?” and “Yes.”
We parted with closed-mouth kisses and I returned to my mattress to sleep.

I woke up being shaken by my friend’s father and two policemen. They were telling me to get dressed and come with them. I didn’t have a clue what was going on.

One of the officers instructed the other to “bag” my T-shirt so my friend’s dad gave me his to put on; all the while I was being escorted through the house rubbing my eyes and asking what was happening.

Through the living room door, I saw more police comforting you. My friend was shouting something in my defence but it wasn’t until I was being arrested at the side of the police car for r*pe that I realised what was happening.

The arresting officer held my arm in detention until I finished heaving my stomach on to the street before pushing me into the back of the police car and driving me to the station.

I was processed and taken to a single cell where the door was closed and my head exploded. I didn’t make a single sound and declined the blanket and the solicitor, as if they might let me out for good behaviour. They took my shoelaces so I didn’t hang myself.

I woke up in tears to the realisation that I was still in a nightmare that couldn’t possibly be true. My foster dad had been called and he came and cried with me, demanded a solicitor and sat through a police interview so in-depth and humiliating that I still refuse to let myself remember it.
I had samples of my nails, saliva and pubic hair taken.

For three months, my bail was renewed monthly while the case was investigated. All this time, I wasn’t allowed to arrive at school until every other pupil was in class, for their safety. I spent every day in isolation, having work from each lesson sent to me via reception staff. If I went to the toilet, I’d be accompanied inside and prevented from talking to any other pupil in the school who I’d spent the last three years trying to make friends with.

My foster placement nearly collapsed because social workers were not sure if I could be trusted to live in the same house as my foster sister. I became completely introverted.

The charges were dropped in January, after the worst Christmas of my life. I was told that charges against you and me for underage s3x had been considered but weren’t pursued. They did not give me any options to take action against you.

I never saw you after that night. In the six years since, I have done all I can to block out the horror of not just that night but of every month spent on bail. While the police seemed to hold true to innocent until proven guilty, my friends and their families certainly didn’t. Even when I returned to a you-free school, I never quite recovered. My relationships since have been damaged and I still struggle to trust my partners. I tell practically no one now about what happened, for fear of being perceived as a rapist and because I guess they’d say stories like mine make it harder for real victims of r*pe to be believed.

I moved away from home and keep minimal ties with my old life, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget what you did. I don’t know why you told your friend that I had r*ped you – maybe because you didn’t want to admit you’d had s3x so casually or maybe because you were scared.

But I will never be able to forgive you for what you did to me.

You damaged my perception of women entirely and the only relationship I have since been able to sustain is with a man I can trust.

Rape is an abhorrent crime and every victim should be able to report it. But false accusations of r*pe are abhorrent too, and the victims too easily forgotten. Not only do false allegations damage the life of the victim but they also contribute to the trivialisation of the seriousness of genuine s3xual violence.

Anonymous

http://www.lindaikejisblog.com/2015/10/black-man-writes-letter-to-white-woman.html

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Don't get married to cure your loneliness, you can be as lonely in marriage as you were as a single person. Expecting all round happiness from just one man might just be asking too much. You need to be happy with yourself first. #behappy

Stop Sexualising Children

There is a disturbing trend nowadays that if not checked can cause grievous consequences.  It is not uncommon now to see children, especially toddlers adorned and decked head to toe by their mothers in disturbing ways.  I have seen mothers dress their girls in  suggestive and inappropriate outfits in the name of fashion.  As disturbing as that is, it is even more disturbing to see bloggers promote this kind of pictures with captions like '' isn't she cute?, isn't she a doll, '' etc.
       It is also alarming to see adults men and women who should know what is right and befitting to these children ''like'' and comment positively on these pictures.
HAVE WE ALL LOST OUR COLLECTIVE MINDS?  These are children for heavens' sake,  not China dolls.  They are not mannequins to be dressed, decked and displayed anyhow you like. Why dress a child like a sexually active adult?  Some mothers even go to the extent of putting on makeup on the children.
      It has been established that having a child doesn't make a mother, a mother is one who would do anything and everything to see that child grow up into a RESPONSIBLE adult.  It is safe to assume then that mothers that engage in this acts are themselves irresponsible and immature.  You can only give a child what you have. If you don't have it in you, you can't teach it to a child.
  For bloggers that promote this actions,  I am still waiting for the day the government would establish a commission that will place restrictions and put rules in place for what bloggers can or cannot post.  Do we even know that there are perverts online,  or is the word 'pedophiles' restricted only to developed countries?  We read the news everyday and hear reports of men abusing little children.  While your girl's dressing isn't enough reason for  these evil men to perpetrate their evil acts, let's keep our girls covered and protected; starting with the way we dress them.  They are children, let them grow as children,  don't make them adults yet.
For young mothers that engage in this actions, grow up. If you need a doll to play with, get a Barbie.
Stop sexualising children. There's absolutely nothing cute about it. #stop #sexualising #children

Pornography is a stronghold like all other addictions, you can't reason with it or beg it to let go, and it won't let go since it seeks to destroy. Let Jesus, He overcomes and so will you. #overcomingstronghold #porn

You, Yes You, Dare to be different

In a country overridden by immorality and perverseness, somebody decides to stand for what is right; and she went to jail for it but was later released. Kim Davis was a clerk who refused to grant marriage licenses to same-sex couples.
 She stood for her faith in God in the face of pressures. She said ''I've weighed the cost and I'm prepared to go to jail....This is about upholding  the word of God.''
Her faith and courage has strengthened true believers all around the world. Dare to be different.
  IF YOU DO NOT STAND FOR SOMETHING, YOU WILL FALL FOR ANYTHING.  #daretobedifferent