It’s a 12 minute video. I don’t suggest you watch it. HUGE trauma trigger warnings.
I’m going to talk about it because I did watch it, and now I’m a little traumatized. And one of the things I do when I’ve been traumatized is tell someone else about it. The therory is that the farther removed you are from the event, the less it will traumatize you and it will make me feel better and eventually the trauma will just ripple away like the waves in a pond and disappear.
So really, I don’t suggest you read this either. I’ll feel better just for writing it.
Adolescent males, drunk I assume, laughing. Talking about how “dead” she is. They know she’s “dead” because she didn’t move with a wank in the butt, and that usually gets a reaction. They know she’s “dead” because she didn’t move when they peed on her in the street.
Periodically, they talk about just how dead she is. And laugh.
“Deader than Obi wan Kenobi”
“Deader than JFK.”
“Deader than Trayvon Martin”
Laughter and more laughter.
“Deader than O. J. Simpson’s wife.”
And finally, 12 minutes into the video, “As dead as she can be.”
“This is the funniest thing ever,” he chortles.
They talk about how hard and how fast they raped her.
“Harder than the cop raped Marcellus Wallace in Pulp Fiction.”
“Faster than Mike Tyson raped that one girl.”
Laughter. Like a sitcom laugh track, not quite real.
They talk about how dry she is.
Towards the end, you can hear someone trying to talk them out of it. “What if that were your daughter?” he says.
“If it was my daughter, I wouldn’t care, I’d just let her be dead,” the response comes back.
They defend their actions. “This isn’t rape cause she might have wanted it. It might have been her final wish.”
These are the punch lines, that’s what I’m telling you here, these are the punch lines in the comedy they’re starring in about the dead girl getting raped.
I’ve probably got more to say about this, but not right now. I’m sick.
I don’t suggest you watch it, but here it is, because this is real, and turning away from it isn’t an answer either.