The End Of It

I do not care enough about that repulsive rapist POS to write out his repulsive assault on me.  I am done with it.  After this I will never think of it again.

 

The last time that pretense of a man tried to contact me was more than fifty years after he first assaulted me; and in response I wrote the following (edited) letter to his neighborhood police precinct.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

 

DATE:             02-26-18

 

TO:                  David Bentrud, Chief of Police

                        19 13th Avenue North

                        Waite Park, MN 56387          

 

FROM:            Annmarie Throckmorton, M.A.

                        (street address)

                        (city, state, zip code)

                        (telephone number)

 

RE:                  If you have a database for dangerous, crazy people,

                        then I recommend that you add this dangerous, crazy old man to it:

                        (rapist’s name withheld here because it seems prudent, but I gave it to the police)

                        Waite Park, MN

                        Age 75

 

Fifty years ago (rapist’s name withheld) raped me when I was a virgin.  I did not know him at the time.    He worked where I worked at Motorola in Bloomington, Minnesota, but I recognized how out of control he was and I refused to speak to him.  A work colleague had invited me to an after-work party, and I went because I did not know the rapist would be there.  The rapist sent everyone home on the sly, but held me back and raped me.  When I quit my job and moved to get away from him, he broke into my new apartment when I was not at home and raped my roommate.  I moved to another city, and he broke into my house there, abducted me at gunpoint, drove me up into the north woods, and acted like he was going to shoot me, but he was too drunk to do it.  The rapist forced me to watch a film where a man who looked just like him suddenly raped a sweet young woman who had no idea what was happening. He said, "That's me."  That was the first time that I ever saw pornography.  I learned that he raped other women also.  I moved to the other side of the country to get away from him, and I have avoided him for fifty years, until now.

 

In 2017 the rapist started contacting me again.  I told him that I would report him to the police if he did not stop calling me, texting me, and sending me pictures of random women.  I am afraid of this rapist.  I want zero contact with him, this rapist is dangerous.  When I was young and fearful, I tried to put him off nicely.  Later in life I tried warning him that I would contact the police, but nothing works.  I fear for my safety, and he seems to be enjoying that.

 

I have blocked every new phone number he uses to contact me, I have blocked every new email he uses to contact me, I have blocked him on social media.  I am contacting you, the police, BECAUSE IF HE DOES THIS TO ME, HE IS CERTAINLY DOING IT TO OTHER WOMEN.

 

Fifty years ago (rapist’s name withheld) was a flaming racist, so his emailing me the attached  provocative image of a young woman of color today is disturbing (photograph withheld because the young woman in it appears intimidated and unwilling).  I would consider this rapist a suspect in any open rape cases that you have in your database.

 

Sincerely,

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And that is the end of it.

Caption:  Broken Branches-Broken Life Chances

The End Of Him

by Annmarie Throckmorton 2018

 

 

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