January 22, 2013
Once again my strangeness compared to the rest of the world is
rubbed in my face by one of my loving neighbors.
I'm at Mikey’s house having a smoke and he comments that I seem to
be a person who has been through a lot. Out of my mouth pops the story
of when I was raped by nine Shasta Indians and left for dead in the woods on
their Northern California reservation in 1970.
About halfway through my story I realize that the other person in
the room, Mike’s latest flame, has very blank eyes as she stares out at
me from behind thick glasses. Still I feel
a need to keep talking, so I continue the story. I was a naïve and entitled
upper class hippie girl who hitchhiked to an Indian reservation, camped by
their river, and swam in the nude in the middle of the day. I ended up being gang banged by nine drunk Natives one night.
It was my fault, I say out loud, trying to elicit some feeling from
my listeners but now both Mike and Flame are just staring at me. I want to add that I finally escaped the
Indians and made my way down to Highway Five where I was picked up by a couple
from Oregon, then, continuing my total sexual dysfunction, I ended up in bed with the husband, while I was staying at their
home recuperating from the gang rape by nine drunk Indians. When I saw the blank looks on their faces, I
realized I had to leave out that part of the story.
Everything about me is so way out there, no wonder I have only a
handful of persons who I can even talk to now as I near age sixty-five.
-Posted by Kay Ebeling
Producer, City of Angels Blog
The City of Angels is Everywhere
Post Note:
The sexual dysfunction was the result of being molested by a priest when I was five years old. I write these posts today to document how these crimes by the Catholic Church who kept these men in office, messed with the lives of victims like me.
Thing is, when the Indians entered my camp site, at first I wanted to do it.
-ke
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