The offending party in this tale does not require the requisite nickname.

They better hope their pictures aren’t available when I get off work because this is the first thing I’m attending to when I get home.

This is infuriating.

Only if they start throwing white kids in there.

The fact that you are even asking this question at this point is deeply insulting.

Work like hell on getting them the support services they’re entitled to.

Hannibal, can this be unshared?

Perhaps the fact that these things are coming out, rather than being safely locked away and managed from the shadows

I question whether or not the FBI can prove/disprove a 35 year old sexual assault but Kavanugghhh knows if the feds start looking into him some Russians are going to come out of the shadows. That $200k in credit card debt he had in ‘16 didn’t pay itself.

That a college student anxious to get home for an early class would then go outside and break into cars, and then escalate a situation with a security guard, is a *lot* to ask someone to believe. In fact, what would cause *anyone* to get inside an armed guard’s car to try to fight them?

The shoe in the door thing makes me wonder where and why the shooting really took place. He clearly intended to come right back from a quick trip outside. 

I know when I go to break into cars, I do it in my own apartment complex and leave my shoe in the door to keep it ajar.

“I think any department that hires him will be concerned about this post,” the Detroit Chief of Police said. “I don’t think any city would want to take a chance or risk, but that’s between him and a potential employer.”

I Believe You, I Believe Dr Blasey and I Still Believe Anita Hill!

I didn’t tell because he was my boyfriend. Everyone already knew he was abusive and didn’t care. I had no reason to believe they’d give a shit about the other things he did to me.

First, thank you for sharing that. All the women in my family were raped, I was molested myself several times and know it’s hard to recall those memories.

I saw my mother raped in Brooklyn in the back of a store room by a security guard. I was 3 and he forced her into the store room. She wouldn’t let go of my hand. I…

I didn’t report in my 40's, when I was riding a crowded #2 train from 42nd street uptown. (New Yorkers know what I mean). We were packed in like sardines, and an OLD old old white man put his hands up in front of him and coincidentally palmed my breasts until the train got to 72nd St - the next stop - and I lurched…