To Whom it may Concern,
The word rape is probably nothing more than a word to many of you. It is only something I knew as only a crime before my family was forced to experience the pains this word actually brings. No person should have the nightmare my family has in our past. Most teenage girls remember their early teen years as those of bickering with their parents, trying to “find” themselves, and “rebelling” by wearing too much eyeliner; but those are not the memories I keep. I learned that I shelter myself from the pain of those years by hardly remember them, but what memories I do keep are not those I love to remember. I remember coming out of my room to my mother crying uncontrollably and being unable to help in any way. Imagine the person you love, hurting so badly, it hurts you, that is the reality I faced in my home. I remember feeling so alone. I remember the distance that came between my mom and me because I was too young to understand, sympathize, or help her in any way. My mom, who had always been my support, was not there for me the way she had been in the past. At the time I took that so personally, but looking back I see that all this was the result of one man. This one man, who I knew, has taken away so much more than what is recorded. This man was in no way accidental in his actions. He had thought, planned, and executed his plan to RAPE innocent women. He did not care about these women, their husbands, their children, or anyone else but himself. A man, who repetitively steals something so precious from multiple women, over multiple years, is not a man of concern, love, or remorse; it is a thief full of lust, greed, and manipulation. This was a man, plotting against women who were in his care, who had trusted him with very personal issues, who were extremely vulnerable to the game of the RAPIST. Many do not think of what he did as a game, but as a matter of fact, that’s exactly what it was. These pawns were not willing participants in his sex game, they were women seeking the medical help of a “professional”. Knowing that a man my family trusted would do such a horrible thing, has caused me to fear the motives of respected men. A seventeen-year-old should not be so fearful of professional men and their motives. These men should be trustworthy, honorable, and respected; but in my eyes, they have become frightening. Men with such high titles have become, in my eyes, men who use their power to take advantage of women. This doctor was not a professional, a friend, or an honorable man. I ask that you not grant this rapist parole. The hurt he inflicted to so many women and their families is outstanding, and to look past that is absolutely unacceptable. This man deserves to serve his full sentence on my mother’s case alone, but why should we ignore the other victims for this man’s freedom. I ask that you think about the other victims, my mom, me, my father, my brothers, and my grandmother when making this decision. I ask that you think about if this were your mom, your daughter, your sister, or your friend. Would a man who hurt her so badly deserve the reward of parole? ABSOLUTELY NOT.
( I reread this letter to copy and paste to my blog and it still brings tears to my eyes to this day. My daughter has a beautiful soul and I am so proud of her I’m so many different ways. I Love you “Noney” ~ Mom )