Violent, bloody, flesh-tearing, soul-crushing rape: what’s your complicity, rich fucks? Chapter the Eighth of “Eat the Rich & Share the Wealth”

March 25th, 2010

PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti (AP) —

When the young woman needed to use the toilet,

she went out into the darkened tent camp and was attacked

by three men. ”They grabbed me, put their hands over my mouth and

then the three of them took turns,” the slender 21-year-old said,

wriggling with discomfort as she nursed her baby girl,

born three days before Haiti’s

devastating

quake.

”I am so ashamed.

We’re scared people will find out and

shun us,” said the woman, who suffers from abdominal

pain and itching, likely from an infection

contracted during the

attack.

Women and children

as young as 2, already traumatized by the loss

of homes and loved ones in the Jan. 12 catastrophe, are now

falling victim to rapists in the sprawling tent cities that

have become home to hundreds of

thousands of people.

With no lighting

and no security, they are menacing places

after sunset. Sexual assaults are daily occurrences in the biggest

camps, aid workers say — and most attacks go unreported

because of the shame, social stigma and

fear of reprisals from

attackers.

The 21-year-old

said her family has received no

food aid because the Haitian men handing out

coupons for food distribution demand sexual favors.

Sex-for-food is not uncommon in the camps, said a report issued

Tuesday by the Interuniversity Institute for Research and

Development in Haiti. ”In particular, young girls

have to negotiate sexually in order to get

shelter from the rains and access

to food aid.”

At the camp

on Monday where the

young mother was gang-raped,

a woman in shorts tried to bathe discreetly.

Stripped to her waist, she faced her blue tarp tent,

her back to the rows of other shelters. Nearby, a teenage girl

squatted behind a pile of garbage, trying to avoid the stench

and clouds of flies around tarp-covered latrines that

provide the only privacy, but also are

places where women are

attacked.

In the hilltop

suburb of Petionville,

where plush mansions look out

over slums on hillsides and in ravines,

a 7-year-old rape victim was being treated Monday

in the hospital of a tent camp set up on a golf course.

Another child, a 2-year-old, had been raped

in the same camp two

weeks earlier.

The toddler is

taking antibiotics for a

gonorrhea infection

of the mouth.

Hey, Pierre Omidyar!

Ever been raped, force-fed a little gonorrhea

of the mouth?  You’re kind of a skinny little dude —

you’d be easy to knock down and hold down and fuck.  Imagine!

A bunch of sweat-reeking guys made of iron coming

up behind you in the dark and having

their raw way with you.

Oh my!

How ’bout you,

guffawin’ Jeff Bezos?  Ever had a smelly

man reach over the top, claw his fingers into

your nostrils, pull your head back, put a piece

of sharpened steel to your throat, and then

go to work violating the inside of

your body?  No?  Imagine,

if you can.

I don’t have

to ask you to imagine it,

Pam Omidyar.  You’re a woman, you’ve

already imagined it a thousand times, like all women have.

It’s right there close to the front of your fears, most of

the time — not like it would be in a tent city

in Port-au-Prince, of course, but

accessible.

What about

you, Sergey Brin, Larry Page?

Ever been forced to the ground and

held down, just as surely as a building could

hold you down, and screwed against your will?

Imagine, imagine, Paul Allen, Bill Gates,

Larry Ellison, Michael Dell,

what a giggle that

wouldn’t be.

Graphic talk,

isn’t it, about what a lot

of sobbing ass-bloodied victims you’d be

in a place like a refugee camp in the dark of night?

You’re resplendent in your natural florescent-and-halogen-lit

environs, sure, resting on calfskin as you do, ensconced

in cashmere as you are, surrounded by security

folks as you have to be, owning all

that you do.

In the real world,

you’re vulnerable.  Because in the

real world, people are vulnerable.  There’s a way

to make them a little less vulnerable, and I’ve been talking to you

about it for years now, mostly privately, a little bit publicly. It’s viable, indeed it is,

you know and I know and so too does everyone else who reads it or watches it

that it could be used to distribute food (and security) quickly and fairly

after a disaster – as opposed to “after a few weeks and in exchange

for sucking a stranger’s cock”, like what’s happening

in Haiti now.  It could be used in a million other

ways to make the world a better place,

but do you fund it?

You do not.

So: are you complicit

in the savage rapes going on around

the clock in Haiti?  Is that notion a

stretch for you?  I don’t think

it’s a stretch

at all.

How could you

not be complicit in that,

when you kinda sorta

seem to be complicit

in this?

And this?