I felt utterly gleeful reading the following two stories of women crime victims fighting back:
The tale of the savvy 19-year old prostitute
Via Feministing, we learn the tale of a young prostitute who was afraid no one would believe her if she reported the off duty police officer who kept forcing her to have sex with him against her will. So, as she described it, "When his pants were down around his ankles, I just took his badge." Actually she took more than his badge -- she took the black leather case containing the officer's badge, police identification photo, license to carry a firearm, and Social Security card. The FBI had her set up a telephone call with the officer ostensibly to arrange return of his items but in reality to get him to incriminate himself. The officer's name is Michael LoPriore of Everett, Massachusetts.
A plea agreement has been filed with the court in which LoPriore will plead guilty to a felony with the agreement that the prosecutor will recommend a year in prison and his lawyer will seek probation. It seems like a light sentence to me for a rape, especially given that this was an abuse of power and that this officer has committed at least one other crime before and is currently facing other charges. In any case, I have to give a big thumbs-up to the victim and make the observation that you should never underestimate anyone!
(Zuzu beat me to it again!)
Feminist Mormon Housewife terrorizes muggers
If that weren't great enough, this post from Janet absolutely made my day. She describes what happened when she was surrounded by eight man who demanded that she hand over her purse:
Like I said, I felt tired and cranky. If I’d been smart I’d have just handed over the purse and tried to run for it while they looked for money. Instead, all the humiliation of the last 10 minutes, my headache, the @#%$^& missing key, and my ridiculous embarassment at being white converged on a point of utter bitchiness. I stomped my foot, held the purse out in front of me, and yelled, “FINE! IF YOU WANT A BAG FULL OF TAMPAX, BE MY BLOODY GUEST!”
The men took literal steps backwards. They held up their hands, as though my purse contained a gun. About half of them looked at their feet. I shook the purse at them again and made a “Hmmph!” noise. Finally, the guy who I guess was the leader looked me straight in the eye, gave me a big grin, and said, “You’re a cool white girl. We’ll walk you to your door.”
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