Rape: A Love Story

A jury is as bright as the dumbest member of the jury Kirkpatrick said. You need only strike a kindred chord with one of them, and you’re home free, son.

... it was not worth it for her to listen to the men, to smell the men, and to see their faces in whatever haze of drunkenness their faces floated in at the periphery of her wavering vision. Nor could she bear to be touched by any man. No, no! God, no.

You did not think rape. The word rape was not yet a word in your vocabulary.
You would think beat, hurt. Try to kill.

You were Bethel Maguire everybody called Bethie. Your childhood ended when you were twelve years old.
Always you would think If. If Momma had not said no.

How a life is decided. How a life is ended.
Good luck, bad luck. Purely luck.