This morning I got a phone call from a new friend who faces a similar life situation of being targeted, abused, surveilled, and otherwise silenced, overlooked, or pushed aside to keep this an ongoing secret.
This young man who called me was talking and then broke off into a deep and prolonged cry while trying to say, "I can't imagine what its like for you, a woman, being hit every day with weapons, trying to raise your kids."
This was the first time I've heard anyone cry for me, though there may be others. There may be many people who want to see a justifiable end to the onslaught and the suffering.
It is very difficult to be attacked and not want to fight back, its almost a natural reaction, to get angry and want to scream. The truth is, I'm not angry enough. None of us are. This is worse than Hitler, and yet, nothing is being done.
I implore you to not stop thinking of us, the targets across the world, who have sacrificed everything, and continue to be abused right in the comfort of our own homes, our own bodies, our own minds.
We need your help. We need safe houses. We need action.
I volunteered for the campaign, and I actually met Michelle Obama when she came to my town and spoke. It is very good to see through a new vision. I see a lot that is needed. But perhaps that's a mental mirror.
If we could get a contact, an agency, a group that will take up our cause, investigate and thoroughly stretch to the limit on getting to the bottom of this. We need this soon. We need this now.