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It was a balmy evening by the beach and we were heading off from the caravan park to have dinner at a nearby restaurant.<\/p>\nThis happened two nights ago.<\/p>\n
It was a balmy evening by the beach and we were heading off from the caravan park to have dinner at a nearby restaurant.<\/p>\n
As we headed for the exit we noticed a young woman walking quickly away from a man muttering “fuck off!” She started to run into the main area of the park. She and the man were followed by two other people (as we found out later, the caravan park attendants) who were calling to the woman, trying to get her away from the guy.<\/p>\n
It became apparent that it was a chase and that the woman was very scared.<\/p>\n
My husband turned and went after them while I stayed back out of the way. Moments later, the guy was being held down by my husband, the caravan park guy and two others who had rushed over to help. The woman, apparently the target of a rape attempt, ran off and we didn’t see her again.<\/p>\n
The very drunk or drugged would-be rapist swore, struggled and yelled his guts out until the police arrived, at which point we left them to it and went to dinner, discussing what had happened. My husband’s karate skills had been put to good use and I felt glad that he’d stepped in and stopped something awful from happening.<\/p>\n
As we returned from dinner, we encountered the caravan park guy again.<\/p>\n
Now, I should say here that I wasn’t very keen on this guy to begin with because he was a rule Nazi, was wearing a fairly sexist T-shirt when we arrived and seemed fairly light on for intelligence. The conversation we had after we got back confirmed this.<\/p>\n
“Do you think the police will want to talk to me about this?” my husband asked.<\/p>\n
“Nah, mate,” the caravan park attendant said. “They’ll get him for drunk and disorderly. I don’t like people disturbing the customers like that.”<\/p>\n
“Well,” said my husband, “at least we stopped him. He looked like he wanted to rape that girl.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, well, she must have egged him on, I reckon.”<\/p>\n
At first I couldn’t believe the idiot had just said what he’d said. Not two hours ago he’d been instrumental in physically restraining a man who obviously planned to attack the fleeing woman. Then he’d assisted in the arrest of that guy. And yet this numbnut had already decided that the woman was probably at fault somehow. And that the more worrying issue was a drunk guy waking up the people in caravans.<\/p>\n
I should have told him he was a fucking idiot. Instead I just walked away, angry. My husband was good enough to say: “Well, no means no and she definitely wanted nothing to do with him.” But the caravan park guy wasn’t the slightest bit convinced.<\/p>\n
I have an awful feeling that this attitude isn’t rare. And from now on, when feminists talk about “rape culture”, I’m going to think of this incident. Because apparently it doesn’t matter if you’re running away screaming from a rapist, it’s still somehow your fault.<\/p>\n
Unbelieveable.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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