Confrontation: A Woman Confronts Her Rapist in Court

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Enclosed is a short story, titled "Confrontation", (approx. 480 words) where a woman in a courtroom confronts her rapist before sentencing

Submitted: April 02, 2012

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Submitted: April 02, 2012






“When you raped me, you stole my life, snuffed out the hopes and dreams of a young girl before she would have any chance to achieve them.


When you chose to take drugs that night, you chose wrong.


When you chose to go looking for a woman to rape, you chose to ruin a life. Now, two lives.


I was 15 years old when you raped me. I was a virgin.


I will never enjoy sex again. You stole that from me. Before I ever even had it.


You say the drugs made you do it.


I say you took drugs, but they just brought out of you the evil that was already there. You are evil.


The fact that you made me pregnant with a child makes me believe there is no God. No God that I would ever want anything to do with would let your evilness invade my innocence and create a child.


I had to give up that child for adoption, after carrying her in my womb for 9 months, because every time I would look at her, I would hate her. Because to me, she was you.


When my parents look at me, I see pity, shame and a sorrow so deep, they will never unbury it.


My friends….every single one of them….want to kill you.


So do I.


I begged my lawyers to get the death penalty. They told me it wasn’t legally possible. I begged some more.


You killed a part of me. I want to kill all of you.


No man will ever want me. I am damaged. Yet, I am a million miles ahead of you.


When I try to sleep at night, you are there, in my head, killing my spirit, stealing my mind, my future, my life.


I begged my parents for the money to hire someone to kill you.


I want you to look over your shoulder and worry like I do. Every single day.


I used to work hard for the cause of black people. I was a liberal minded, good white girl who wanted fairness for all. I hated people who were racist.


Now, because of you, I find myself using the word ‘nigger’ all the time. My heart goes like a freight train whenever I see a black man. The fear is totally invasive.


You made me a racist, and I hate you for that, Nigger.


(The courtroom was absolutely silent)


And finally. I cry myself to sleep every night. The doctors say I’ll never be able to have a baby......again.


I said to them, ‘Good’. Who would want to bring a child into a world where this could happen to them?


Go to hell. And when I see you there, I’m going to kill you again.”



(She turned toward the judge and spoke)


“Your honor. He’s yours now. I’m done with him


Until I try to sleep tonight.”



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