Oh dear God, please! Not another rapist

To the men who raped my sister and left her body in rags next to the highway
To the uncle who molested my best friend and still came to family holidays
To the ex-lover who assaulted me one drunken night and defended himself by stating where he had previously been allowed to touch
To the man who sodomized an 8-year-old boy and left his broken body next to the footpath for the other children to find on their way to school
To all South African sex offenders and those not even on this list

We fight so that one day protecting your identity will be less important than protecting your victims.



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