Posted on 06/06/2014 12:54:01 PM PDT by LibertyGirl14
One night, on the Standing Rock Reservation of SD, when I was just 16 years old, I was walking with my sister and some people that we considered friends. My sister and one friend decided to go back to our house. Suddenly, four of the girls who were with us turned on my remaining friend and me. They beat us, taunting us over and over about how they were going to beat us to death, after they destroyed our faces. For me, it was for the unthinkable crime of being White on the Rez. For my friend, it was for associating with me.
This went on for a long time. It felt like hours, but was probably not anywhere near that long. Time stands still when you fear for your life, and you are in massive pain. We were dragged back into the trees near the creek, and there were no lights anywhere near there. It was secluded, dark, and hidden...
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