I watched a CBS 48 Hours Mystery program last night called "Live To Tell." It's a new series they have about people who survive terrible experiences. The episode I saw was called "River's Edge." It told of a teenage couple's abduction at gunpoint and what happened after.
As I watched the program, I felt more and more disgusted and angry.
At least one of the victims was 18 years old. The age of majority in Pennsylvania. Old enough to get married and old enough to vote. Old enough to enlist in the military and receive training with weapons. Old enough under Pennsylvania law to possess a defensive firearm.
But not old enough under Pennsylvania law to obtain a permit to carry.
Too bad there's no age limit on violent crime.
And what did we do after this terrible ordeal? Ooh, we held a "Take Back The Night" rally where we lit candles and sang songs and talked about rape.
Well, that was real useful.
If you check out Take Back The Night's website, they say they want to "shatter the silence" about rape. I guarantee my .45 would shatter the silence real good, and repeatedly, if anyone was stupid enough to try to rape me again.
Last time I looked, violent criminals aren't too impressed by songs and candles. "Stop or I'll sing Kumbaya." Yeah, that'll have them quaking in their boots.
Don't get me wrong. Danielle Keener and Dan Zapp showed great courage in surviving a terrible experience against all odds. But it was all so unnecessary. That awful crime never had to happen. The most effective response to "Get in the f-ing truck" isn't "Please don't hurt me." It's BANGBANG, BANG.
I agree that rape survivors hiding their history solves nothing. I'll be more than happy to stand up and tell about mine. But the audience better be ready to hear the whole thing. Yes, I was raped, but now I'm not a soft target any more. You try to rape me and I will shoot you to the ground.
Now that has deterrent value.