When a white girl is sexually assaulted, it’s not the first time she’s had her body violated

I was watching a video of a white teen being raped in a park by a gang of Black men, when suddenly, I realized what was happening.

The footage had captured my eye, and it felt like the moment my life changed forever.

I watched the young man in the park and I realized that the only thing I could do to save him was to run.

I ran out of the park as fast as I could and out the door, only to be followed by a crowd of black men.

I didn’t run far.

I kept going.

As soon as I got to the front of the crowd, I saw a man jump out of a car, run to a nearby car, and take off.

I knew I had to get there in time, so I kept running.

I saw two men on the ground behind me, one of them grabbing the young white girl and grabbing her by the hair.

I jumped into the crowd.

I yelled for help.

A man ran to the young girl and tried to take her by her hair, but she jumped out of his grasp.

She screamed, “Help me!

Help me!”

The two men started punching her.

She got up, but they started kicking her.

They ran out the back door and into the street.

I could see the men on top of her.

One of them was wearing a white mask.

The other man, in a dark-colored jacket, was holding a knife.

I can’t remember what he was doing, but the knife was a little bit sharp.

I looked behind me and saw the white girl, her face covered with a hooded sweatshirt.

I thought to myself, “I know who this guy is.

He’s the guy who assaulted her.”

But when I looked back, I didn to see the other guy running to help.

As the two men continued to beat her, she kept screaming, “Please!

Please!”

I ran towards her, but I couldn’t see the knife.

One time, I had my phone out and was trying to take a picture of a girl, when a man grabbed my phone and grabbed me by the neck.

He told me, “Go to the hospital, you f***ing bitch.”

I remember thinking, “Why did he have to tell me?”

I just wanted to get away from him, but my body was telling me, ‘Don’t.

Don’t do this.’

The next day, I went back to the park to catch a bus back to my school.

I was scared that I’d be beaten up, and I felt I had no other choice but to run, so when I saw the young boy running toward me, I jumped in his face.

The white girl was so scared, and she didn’t have any words.

The men in the group were throwing me in the back of the car.

I remember my hands were tied.

I couldn’ t get away, and the man grabbed me and dragged me to the back.

He kept saying, “You f***in bitch.”

He grabbed me between my legs and said, “Get in the car.”

He started screaming at me, and as soon as he said that, he pushed me up against the car and pulled me out.

I tried to get out, but it was too late.

I started screaming, crying, and begging him to stop, and he kept saying to me, [whispering] “I’ll kill you.”

I couldn t get out of there.

I had already passed out and I couldn ‘ t move, so the man kept hitting me in my head.

When I came to, he had me in a choke hold.

He held me down and I could feel his fist on my throat.

When he put his hands on my head, he said, [to me] “Take it off!”

I could hear the other man screaming.

The man pulled my hair and tried choking me, but he couldn ‘t pull it off.

When they finally managed to get me out of my car, they told me that the woman had been raped.

When my teacher, who was a Black man, arrived, he asked the man who assaulted me what I had done, and what I could ‘ t do about it.

I told him that I had run out of gas, and that I was bleeding.

He said, ‘If you’re going to rape someone, you better make sure it’s someone white.’

I asked him why, and when he asked why, I replied, ‘Because I’m Black, and you’re white.’

The white man then said to me,” I’m going to kill you, and then you better tell me who you are.

I said, You don’t know who you’re talking to.

And that was the last time I heard that name.

He grabbed my hair again and grabbed my throat, and said,” If you’re telling me who I am, I’m not going to