I Don’t Believe Her (You Also Don’t Have Too)

It was around 11:30 AM on a rainy day in April 1982 (I had a new Casio watch on that my parents bought for me) and the bell had just rang in my grammar school auditorium at Maria Regina  in Seaford, NY.

We were in the middle of the second, and last day, of the science fair. I was in the 7^th grade and two boys approached me that I was friends with, who were in the 8^th grade. They  told me that my teacher was looking to talk to me upstairs, in our classroom, and would like me to come up now. I thought it was odd that she wanted to speak to me, but the fair had hit a lull and I told my partner in the science fair that I would be right back. Now I knew these two boys very well as we had been in the same school and played on the same basketball teams for years. I followed them up the staircase to the second floor. Once we arrived there I pulled open the door to enter the floor, only to see that my teacher wasn’t in the room. (The room was in immediate proximity to the staircase entrance). I looked at the two of them and asked them “Are you sure she said to meet her here?” I looked to my left and there were four other boys standing outside the boys’ room. One of the two who brought me up said maybe she is down the hall and we should look for her there. (The floor was empty due to the classes all down at the science fair). As we started to walk down the two boys, as well as the other four, proceeded to grab me and drag me into the bathroom. Through one door I was pushed, my head slamming on the concrete wall, being led to the second door (The bathroom had a second door to pass through about 8 feet from the first). I was now in a bathroom with the two who led me up there, the four boys in the hallway and now two others waiting for me to be brought in. Once inside my arms were grabbed, and I was thrown up against a wall with my head now slamming into the paper tower handle. Blood started to pour out of my head. One of the boys had his hand around my throat while another choked me with my tie from behind me. Next I was pinned up against a fog glass window being held in place. Two of the boys proceeded to block the door and continue to look out. At this point one of the boys came up to me and screamed at me “You killed my hamster! I looked at this very heavy kid (Yes I know his name and I know every one of these boys who attacked me). His face was flushed and his nose was running all over his face with his tie pulled down. He proceeded to punch me repeatedly in the chest and then the side of my face. All the while screaming at me about his hamster. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about as I was being held in place and being attacked for something I didn’t do. I couldn’t breathe and I was in intense pain from what was happening. I denied it over and over again until, by the grace of God, it came to an end. The boys filed out of the bathroom one by one and left me there beaten up on an over-sized window ledge. Between the intense pain, as well as the absolute betrayal by people I had thought were my friends, I sat there trying to collect myself. A little after 12:30 the janitor came in and found me there and quickly took me to the janitor’s room next door. (It was really a mop closet with a sink). He proceeded to take out new rags and help me wash my face and tend to the cuts on my head. He asked me what had happened and I just told him to forget all about it. I said I didn’t want any more trouble and if I were to go to the office it would just make it worse. I feared continual retaliation. I found out later that this, not too bright, individual found out his hamster, for his science project, had died that morning. He had left him in his maze overnight. The boys who led me to this beating had convinced him it was me who killed his hamster. I learned also that this was a payback for having had the nerve to attend the birthday party of an 8^th grade girl (I was invited and was the only 7^th grader to have been) and this mob decided I needed to be taught a lesson) After this attack on me I suffered numerous rounds of name calling, fluids spilled all over my books, obscene things written on desks about me and random hits as we changed classes each day. Every day until the end of the year was this way. People I had been friends with formed a mob mentality and people I trusted totally betrayed me. It seemed many people knew this incident would occur (while many others had no idea and actually were very kind to me after it did). After the incident I recall every detail from the walk down the stairs, to heading to the nurse’s office, claiming I fell down the stairs, to my mother coming to pick me up early. I remember her not believing a word of my story and pressing me for the details. I remember my father calling to talk to me that night from the firehouse with pure outrage at what had happened to me. I recall in vivid details the days and months that followed as well as new fears that gripped me afterwards about entering bathrooms by myself. I refused to trust people again from this. It was the ultimate betrayal and it took its toll on me for a very long time. (Eventually I learned to overcome this entire event but it is engrained in my mind. Through God’s grace and softening of heart I forgave them).

Now you may ask me why I went on a long story about an attack on myself from 1982. Well that was 36 years ago as well and around the same time Dr. Ford claims she was assaulted by Judge Kavanaugh. She has no recollection of the time period, no memory of how she arrived at the party, how she got home, who drove her home (she was supposedly 15 and didn’t drive but lived almost 10 miles from where she said it occurred). She has no memory of how many people were at the party specifically, but said with absolute certainty she only had one beer (her social media pages all scrubbed of any details about her promiscuity and her own drinking, but we need to believe she only had one?). She wants everyone to believe that, absent all details, she can say with certainty that it was Judge Kavanaugh. Her story never was known by anyone at this supposed party and the actual witnesses she claims were there, swore under the penalty of perjury (Which is a felony) that it just didn’t happen. She testified that it all came out in counseling, yet her own therapist notes contradict her claims of who was there and the notes state that no names were mentioned. Those notes weren’t turned over for the hearing. Prior to the hearing she had made it known that she wouldn’t attend the hearing because the incident left her panicked to fly on an airplane. When pressed, she stated that she “had to be coaxed onto the plane to come to the actual hearing”. She described flying as a “constant reliving of that night and suffocation”. The Republicans on the committee offered to come to California to meet with her for her statement. Under questioning she stated that she never was made aware of this offer. Now this is just not believable. I, and everyone watching this play out last week, knew they made this offer to her. It turns out while she was stating she couldn’t fly she had already flown to Delaware to visit her family and was then going to take another flight to head to New Hampshire. Under further questioning she admitted she is an avid traveler who goes to Hawaii (Where she did all her graduate work (I don’t think the Pacific Coast Highway extends to Honolulu)) as well as to Tahiti. So right off the bat we have a false claim of effects from this “attack”. She has no issue flying and didn’t need to be coaxed to do so. Her credibility is now suspect (on top of no details). As I mentioned I recall and never forgot a moment of what happened to me before, during and after.

The next set of lies came in regards to the line of questioning around the polygraph and the part her attorneys played. When asked about when she took the polygraph she wasn’t certain if it was immediately following her grandmother’s funeral, or perhaps the day afterwards. (The fact she felt she needed to take a polygraph ahead of time leads one to know this entire thing was staged by her radical left wing lawyer from the Katz law firm. Katz is a close personal friend of Hillary Clinton). I am willing to bet that if anyone reading this took a polygraph they would remember the date and the exact location. They would also know if it was recorded. She claimed not to know if it was. You leave a funeral and you don’t remember if you went to take a polygraph but you recall with certainty that the attack was 36 years ago and you had one beer? She also had no idea who was paying for this polygraph test or if she was required to even pay her attorneys. Her attorneys quickly jumped in to claim they were doing this work pro bono. Why would two high powered attorneys represent her for free when she has a PHD and is quite wealthy? Pro bono work is reserved for folks without the means to pay for services. A woman who regularly travels to Hawaii and Tahiti, as well as other destinations, needs volunteered attorneys? This entire thing is so suspect that you have no choice than to question her ability to tell the truth.

When asked by the prosecutor, who was questioning her for the Republicans, why she needed an attorney and how she arrived at her current counsel she was floundering like a fish on land. She stated she “interviewed numerous law firms at the request from “friends on the beach” (doesn’t everyone get legal opinions on the beach?). But somehow we are supposed to believe that these two high powered Democrat lawyers showed up out of the goodness of their hearts to represent her for free and she chose them? What was glanced over was this was a direct recommendation from Dianne Feinstein.  Katz works for George Soros, who, by the way, funded “Demand Justice” headed by Brian Fallon who was Hillary Clinton’s press secretary. They raised over 5 million dollars to sink the Kavanaugh nomination. One of Fallon’s high profiled hires was Feinstein’s top aide, Paige Herwig. Are we supposed to ignore that Feinstein and her staff (along with the Democrats on the committee) planned out a well-funded political hit on the judge? What about the letter that was sent by Ford; we are just supposed to believe she just wanted to remain anonymous and that it was somehow leaked to the press? It just defies common sense. We are also supposed to ignore the intricate part in all this that the top Democrat on the committee played? From the attorney representation, to her top aid involved with Soros and Fallon, to a letter being held to maximize damage was all coincidence? I won’t even get started on the other bogus allegations spearheaded by the porn lawyer Michael Avenatti that are so absurd the Democrats on the committee only referenced them and wouldn’t delve into the details. It was a carefully orchestrated plan to stop Kavanaugh through drips of leaks.

Ford played her part well. From staged emotional pauses to portraying the innocent helpless victim. The committee, and many, bought it all hook, line and sinker. The reason she didn’t want to testify immediately was she needed to be coached. How to read her statement, how to emphasize that Kavanaugh went to an elite prep school (forgetting to mention her own privileged past) and how to maximize emotion to try and substantiate her claim of assault with absolutely no corroboration and no fact witnesses. Ford knows damn well that Kavanaugh had nothing to do with this allegation and was going along for the ride on the Democratic express train. She has sold her soul. When you hear the left tell us all that “Women need to be believed” and that “Men should shut the hell up” just remember Tawana Brawley, the Duke Lacrosse team being accused of gang rape that was false and the University of Virginia fraternity accused of rape, pushed by Rolling Stone Magazine, that was discredited and led to a 1.6 million dollar settlement to that fraternity. My father had a great saying “He who frames the argument, wins the argument”. Right now the left and their allies are engaged in a battle for the soul of the country and the Republicans are letting them win it. Friday the ever squeamish Jeff Flake (Isn’t it ironic a guy named Flake would cave?) tried to have his moment of moderation and “bring the country together” with another background check on the Judge. He played right into their hands. The Democrats will take this time to dig up more bogus claims and insist the nomination cannot proceed until they are all looked into. We all know it is coming. The Republicans need to do the following and demand after one week they vote when the FBI report comes back with the same info they had last time. They need to insist that while this investigation is underway the FBI look into Ford’s “Go Fund Me” pages, which now holds over 900 thousand dollars. (She is being paid off) Look at all the donation sources. Also demand the phone records and all electronic communications from Feinstein’s office (her and her entire staff) for the origin of the leaks as well as records of any communications with Avenatti’s office for coordination. (Include GPS searches.) Insist that her staff be put under oath. Lastly administer a real polygraph to Ford by the FBI. Let’s see how open they are to this idea. This needs to end soon and the agenda of the left and the radical feminists needs to be exposed. It is very hard to believe these people when they yell incessantly about how women are so equal to men but they resort to playing the helpless victims oppressed by men when it suits them. Kavanaugh is innocent and Ford is a liar. You do not have to believe a woman because she is a woman .You simply must believe any human being when they tell the truth backed by actual facts. There are too many bad actors aligned in cause to think any of this is true.