“The way I dress is really about the message I want to send out to the world about who I am. Growing up in Alabama, I was black. I was poor. I was assigned male at birth — that’s how I like to put it. These things defined me, but I’m not any of these things. Clothes were a way for me to announce to the world who I was. I am not any of these things. This is who I am." - Laverne Cox
[I feel like a mansion should be constructed using that gate and chandelier, among a variety of other tentacle-themed accouterments, with a large old library in which one can sit before a tentacle-formed hearth and intone passages from the Necromonicon and truly worship the Old Gods in style.]
I’ve seen enough Hentai to know where this is going
Charda Gregory abducted, humiliated, violated, restrained, scalped and tortured. If this were reversed, with black police officers who were sworn to uphold peace and justice but instead were documented victimizing a white woman (who was already a victim), this news would have trumped the Olympics!
Truncated version: drugged at a party, abducted to a motel, wakes up during unwanted sexual violation in a motel room full of strangers, fights like hell to escape, motel employee calls the authorities, she gets arrested for destroying motel property and it just gets worst from there. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoBLolqUaNg
Every officer who participated in it and even those who witnessed it and did nothing should be punished but instead they just fired the woman? No rape kit, no police report on the people inside the motel room, no investigation of her claims, no accountability for missing motel entry records, no video from the motel but she gets detained for fourteen days?
(Btw, when did your tax dollars begin purchasing Abu Ghraib type water boarding chairs?)
If Harry had not seen Dudley’s lips move, he might not have believed it. As it was, he stared at Dudley for several seconds before accepting that it must have been his cousin who had spoken; for one thing, Dudley had turned red. Harry was embarrassed and astonished himself.
"Well… er… thanks, Dudley."
Dudley held out his large, pink hand.
"Blimey, Dudley," said Harry over Aunt Petunia’s renewed sobs, "did the dementors blow a different personality into you?"
"Dunno," muttered Dudley, "See you, Harry."
"Yea …" said Harry, raking Dudley’s hand and shaking it. "Maybe. Take care, Big D."