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Excerpt from the Novel, "No Fury Like a Woman"

 “Why do you think Jackie can and most women including Vel can’t or rather have an aversion to it?” Alex inquires.

    “I’ll tell you why.” Joe replies.

   “Take it Joe.”  Jack adds.

    “What I’ve noticed that about one of five women have been sexually assaulted at least once in their lives.  But then you have the other eighty percent of women who have not experienced it. It’s as if it were a disease. So, the thinking is, if I don’t acknowledge that I could ever be in any kind of danger; then the danger doesn’t exist for me.  And that it only happens to the unlucky ones who are somehow inviting it.” Joe responds.

    “So, you’re saying that if it hasn’t occurred in their lives, then it doesn’t need to be addressed.  And the less we address it, the more it will just go away?” Alex queried scratching his head in wonderment.

    “That’s a way of those women thinking, actually most women think.  It is planted in our culture, in our society. And those women thinking that way permeate the untruth, that they are somehow immune to sexual assault or anything of that nature. So, in other words, they think; if we stay away from those things that are connected to that ‘disease’. The disease of rape of the girls and women effected. The idea for girls and women to protect themselves, like self-defense training as a vaccination, let’s say..."


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