"THE BOOK YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ describes every woman’s nightmare and many women’s actual experience. Rape. It’s a sad fact that, even in this so-called enlightened twenty-first century, women’s reality is that we could be raped at any time."
This is the story of Michelle Hattingh, a psychology student who presented her thesis on rape in South Africa, little did she know that on the same night in a party she and her friend will be rapped by two stranger men and left on the beach to die.
"I saw it in their eyes. I was not Michelle anymore. I was already the girl who got raped. And I hated it."
Michelle talks about what women have to deal with on a daily basis, in South Africa for example women have more chance of being rapped that being able to read! She also goes on about how the society treats a woman who was rapped and how they automatically assume that "SHE" did something wrong, and when trying to fix this problem in the society they usually try to empower women or make them more careful, not go out late in the night, to have a pepper spray with her all the time, which is ridiculous! they should start with taking actions toward men...
"But I was a much better feminist before I was raped. Before I was raped, I could see lies for what they were—lies. After I was raped, I started to buy into these lies. I felt like I did something wrong. I knew it was my fault that I was raped. I am dirty, impure. Defiled. And knowing the theory changed fuck all."
I really respect Michelle on how personal this book is, after doing her thesis on rape and being rapped, she also mentioned an old experience with a guy she used to know when she was younger, and how he disrespected her and against her approval tried to initiate a sexual encounter, which is also considered as rape.
"I was not bludgeoned. I was not stabbed. I was not gang raped. I was not subject to conditions of poverty and economic and social hardship while being physically abused. But I was raped. I was raped, twice. Once by someone I thought was my friend and another time by a stranger. "
"Unlike when someone dies, there was no funeral to plan, no condolences to receive. Unlike a physical injury, there was no resting to heal. I couldn’t stay in bed the whole day—it felt too much like giving up."
"The most horrible experience is waking up. Sleep allows me to forget; to become nothing but a floating entity that has no identity, history, or memories. But then I have to wake up and remember what I am now."