Thread by @atatimelikethis

A letter to my #Brexit Rapist.

This is a long letter. You may wish to unroll it. I've written to one, but really you're three.
If you regret we can talk.
If you're still denying, wake.
If you read this and still tell me to get over it, to move on, you're the rapist sociopath.

A pre-letter to my #Brexit Abusers

Some of you are saying things right now that suggest you have no idea what you've done.

I want to believe that most of you have just not looked deeply enough, or are in denial.
You can't all be sociopaths.

A pre-pre letter after a #Brexit Crime

Soon you're going to leave, you want to deny this. It's normal to flee.

I can't forgive you until you regret.
I can't help a denier.
But I want to separate you both from the serial rapists. Why? Read ⬇️

A pre x3 letter from a Case Worker

Abusers always have a reason; she will have looked at them the wrong way. She was wanting it all along. It was her fault. I'm innocent

Eventually some regret, others end their denial. Mostly they'll be safe.
Sociopaths re-offend

A pre x4 letter to Very Innocent Victors

You invaded my home, stripped my rights, abused me without consent, delighted in tortures you inflicted.

Sheltered in your gang, you normalised rape that so you can't even recognise it.

BUT I CANNOT move on
Or GET OVER what you did.

Like the worst of abusers, you've detached yourselves from reality.

Your sordid acts of torture are much easier pushed out of sight and out of mind than confronted

So I’m here to tell our story, to remind you and the world of the abuse we suffered for what you stole from us.

You see,

I understand why you choose to deny,
why you need me to move on
why I must get over it.

That helps your denial,
You can turn your back on what you did.

Well, you turn all you want to
This Lady is not yet done with bleeding, she can never forget

Today you wanted to reach your climax.
Except you’ve discovered an anti-climactic nadir
How did you not know you've been falling all the time?
That loud silence is confusion
The roar of quiet comes with denial

Spoilers:

You're not the first to deny a crime
You won't be the last

It's part of what it is to be human. Most of us can't live knowing what we did.

Denial is a defence.

But trust me, you did it.
Over and over and over again.
Because I'm here, still bleeding, from your act.

My rights are my rights, I can not give them to you.
And you can never take them
Like you cannot take a finger, toe, arm
And I cannot detach them
Unless you inflict violence

Yet you have now taken them so often, we have both lost count. But only for you is this normal.

You have become used to abuse.
There's no pain for you, no consequence, if you close your eyes and plug your ears you can't even hear my denial of consent, my begging you to stop.

You've forgotten what it is to ask for consent. How society doesn't work without it. For anyone

Even as we crossed the line into your end that begins my sentence, you don't see how you built the cell, kidnapped and locked me up.

If you did you'd help me up, treat my wounds.
Instead, you take pleasure in fetching to salt, rubbing it into me, bleeding.
I'm still here.

Is it hard to stop abusing? Once started there's never a good time to quit.

Because the moment you tell the truth, then the whole thing comes apart. Can you accept the damage you did?

I'm still here. I'm still bleeding

It was easier to go on a quest to prove you were right. 4 years of constant almost desperate defensive justification.

Imagine you'd instead tried toput things right?

Instead the unforgivable became deniable.

This passive obsession with legitimising your invasion of me by calling it “democracy”. Has that word ever been used with such violence?

That weapon said I was asking for it, that vote allowed you to do anything to me that you chose. Nothing was ruled out.

My body myself
My body myself
How could I have agreed to you using my body?
Against my will?
Without permission?
With no consent..

So I resisted
I had to resist a crime so invasive
Your response: Violence, Rage, Destruction
I'm here. Still bleeding.

The more I struggled, the more you asserted, the more I resisted, the more violently you clawed at me.

The more I complained so you escalated your attacks in punishment
Ripping clothes, tearing flesh, gouging eyes, smashing teeth.

You'd have your way and I'd beg you for more

Do you even remember how long I endured?
How much you broke my body before you were done FORCING your “democracy” DEEP INSIDE of me?

Did you look forward to that moment that you could make me the subject of your control? Did you urge to FILL ME with your “LAW”?

I'm bleeding.

There is no normal rape. They defy averaging, or classifications. Each changes lives.

But there are degrees. You maximised pain. I would learn my place, I would learn to enjoy it, I had better learn fast. Because you had voted for it, and there was nothing I could do.

and your invasion of me went on for years, every time you inflicted pain you made it worse, did more damage, destroyed more.

Until I was so scared and broken as to be unrecognisable from where you started.

Yet no one intervened.

Now, in the aftermath, breathless, what do you have to say to me?

Do you feel like you’ve finally won me?

If so it's odd that you avoid my eyes.

That you're so reluctant to claim your goal.
That you can't name what you've won.

Because it looked like you thought you knew

I think that's why you can't look at your handiwork on the floor, in the corner.
quivering
holding ripped clothes against broken breasts
barely seeing through blackened eyes
unable to speak through the smashed teeth underneath bleeding lips

I'm still here. Bleeding

Remember you started this with a look, a claim it wouldn't be so bad? Like Norway? A touch of something that wasn’t yours and shouldn’t have been touched.

Rather than confront your abuse, now you deny your words Claim that which was never said. Consent, never given.

For the record, there is no other democracy in the world that can vote to remove fundamental human rights and freedoms because 27% of the people wish it so.

No other democracy can vote to own something it does not own and say, as a matter of law, that democracy legitimised theft

No democracy chooses to tell the victims of a crime they are undemocratic and abusers they are victors.

Democracies do not allow these things because they are not democratic.

You need a different word.

I’ll remind you of it. It goes hand in hand with the wholescale abuse of most of the population in the service of a minority.

That word?

TYRANNY

You stole my rights to start this process.
I did not consent

You decided a consultation was needed,
I did not consent

You held your advisory to steal my rights
I did not consent

You reinvented an advisory as a legal agreement
I did not consent

You turned that agreement into terms for which I never voted
So I could not consent

You changed your terms a further nine times, claiming I had agreed to all, even those which were mutually exclusive?

How could I consent?

Every time you misused my consent, I did not consent.

Every time you claimed a majority had consented, I consented even less. As did all of us

I have never consented to what you did

A majority never consented to where you ended

Not even you

But here's a small difference between you, my abuser, and me.

I could not consent if I wanted to.

There is no mechanism

I cannot give you my rights under our law

You cannot take them at will under our law

And yet you insist that was something we agreed to give you?

How would you feel in reverse, I wonder?

What if a law kept you locked up
Or stopped from working somewhere?
Or stopped from seeing someone you love?
Or you were no longer allowed to travel at will?
Or even to marry?
Or couldn’t rush to see a loved one close to death?

How oddly convenient we now have those laws.

Abd How accepting have you been of them?

Because it looks like those who led the removal of our rights
Are the same people who have most objected to the same removal of theirs?

Would you deny that too?
You barely survived months

But what if your rights were stripped, permanently from you?
Without consent?

Would that be Democracy?

Would you give up your rights to these freedoms no matter how often a minority voted for them?

Do you begin to understand?

We have mutual reason to hope you're waking to just how much you have damaged yourself

Not just because you are living the dream you've imposed.

But to ask, if rights can be so easily discarded, then what next for the list.
What can not be put on that list?

Where does it end once you remove rights without consent. How could that be done on at best wafer thin advice ?

It tells me you and me that we have no rights enshrined in our Democracy

And that means this is not a Democracy at all.
Despite what you thought

Hey.
You.
Over here.
Wake Up
I’m still here, I’m still bleeding.

Do you think I’m writing this to reach out as a friend? I’m the girl whose consent was never given, the consent you stole, the girl you removed against her will from the only world she knew.

I'm the girl you raped not once but continually, and forced to live in a cell she didn’t make.

I’m that girl who protested and you told to lie back and enjoy your faux democracy as you thrust that weapon into me.

As you abused not only me, but the word itself.

Do you know yet my name?
Can you guess who we area?

I'm Elizabeth.

You?

You're Josef.

And you have not even tried to begin to see the depths of your maltreatment.

How could you even start to ask me to get over this and to move on?

The concept is repulsive, perverse

You sicken me even to suggest it
As you surely would sicken yourselves
If you realised how much you had taken without consent.

You have unmade me. And to unmake me, you unmade our society, facts, reason, honesty, integrity, all burned.
Even our international reputation.

Even that was not enough. When done with legal treaties you started on friendly ones. Things any normal neighbours do.

Who willingly tries to destroy a truly world-beating logistics supply system for cancer isotopes?

Who cuts up mutual tourism support?

Who kills, of all things, Care Homes advice?

Pandemic Advice

Mutual PPE purchasing FFS?

Airline Safety??

VIRAL F'ING RESEARCH

Are you depraved? Blind? Insane?

Well maybe this was the confirmation.

For your last act was amongst your least necessary, all pure spite.

When you picked up that knife, I swear just for a moment, I saw the delight in your eye as you stuck it into Erasmus, twisting the blade.

Monsterous self harm

This is the tragedy of using democracy to assert that a vote, initially to consult, could then be a vote to allow anything and everything.

Apparently that was all fine with you "Democrats" Except then you handed Josef the keys. Did you think suddenly the rape would end?

Because I’m still here bleeding, and your law, it’s still leaking out of me, pooling in the dirt of the failed state you've soiled.

Millions of me, forced to watch as Brexit became #Covid19, the same old lies, but new dead lives.

We are now so many Elizabeths, abused by so few Josefs. The clock is ticking on their time.

You can still decide.
Voting for Brexit was no crime, you were not told what you were stealing.

But now you know. What you do with that signals more than anything else has

There are two things we should do as a country to help those of us abused by this process if you really want us to move on.

1. Hold a Truth and Reconciliation Commission, tell the stories, adjust our politics and media. Ensure this crime is never repeated

2. Stop the lies.
Every time you repeat them to justify you abuse, you relight the fire at our feet.
Do you wish further to damage society, to persecute the victims you have already harmed so much?
Then stop the lies
And replace the liars

Hey.
You.
Over here.
Wake Up
I’m still bleeding.

It's so easy to forget me, to fall back into denial, to claim it was not so bad.

Turn if you want to
I can barely move because of what you did.
And deep down you know that's true.
Because it's all over your trousers