Worldwide War on Rape

When he was raping Rose Mary, she looked tearlessly, fearlessly. She gazed into his pathos and countenance as a tiger does the meat on a monkey. Calmly and hotly Rose Mary repeated thrice from her womb through her mouth: “I made you - I made you - I made you.”

The meaning pacified his dark heart and put the rest of him to sleep. He was like the unconscious fetus he had been inside his mother.

Rose Mary got up, took a shit on his face and called the cops – and then cleaned him up so that no one would ever know. Her vengeance was hers. Rose Mary did not need to speak of what happened to a therapist or friend. She told it all in court – except for the part about the shit.

Then Rose Mary went on a speaking tour, telling her story to Congolese women’s groups. They were first to hear about her shitting on the rapist’s face. As many tears as woman’s shit brings, it had never brought so many as when Rose Mary told her story to the Congolese.

Their hearts burned so hot to hear her that a new war started in their dignitiless land: a war on rape.

When a man loses his dignity he is more prone to rape. Stopping rape is a matter of nurturing man’s dignity.

An actual Congolese rapist-soldier said that he saw his parents killed when he was nine and then he had nothing, “not even soap.” He had “no dignity” and “chose to live like an animal.”