He watched her leave the campus, oblivious to his eyes watching her. He had watched her every day for the last month from the darkened windows of his car. Her skirt fluttered gently in the wind hinting at shapely legs, her head thrown back mid-laugh at some unknown joke. His breathing became shallow as he felt himself become aroused. He knew it was wrong, all the warning signs were there; she had already rejected him once after he had catcalled her on the street. Leaning against his car, he waited on the road she took home.
“Psssst baby, ow yuh look good so? Forward nuh?”
She had looked at him up and down and there was a slight pause as her face screwed up in disgust.
“But look pon this big ol grey back man! Man gwaan home and go clean yuh dentures! Bout you out here a look people girl pickney, yuh think mi frightened fi yuh car? Yuh favour spoil orange! Ol pervert!
She hissed her teeth, spun and angrily walked off as her friends laughed before following her.
The security guard at the school gate had laughed when she cussed him out for approaching her and he had to make a hasty, embarrassed retreat but was back watching the next day… from the privacy of his car of course. The car had always worked, it was the bait that had always lured the girls to him. He had to have her….by force if necessary. He had to make her understand just once how much he wanted her….
She glided to the end of the street and he jerked from his daydreaming to start the car and trail her. Her friends surrounded as usual, Do they ever leave? They were the only barriers to his plan now. He slowly followed in the car, he had to be patient or his only chance would be gone, she would be his...
I don’t like the term rape culture. Culture, for the most part, is something to be celebrated and practiced, there is nothing to be celebrated in rape. But it seems to be a thing in Jamaica, where rape is seemingly celebrated. Rape is a barbaric act that is one part theft, one part murder in my opinion and all parts horrible; theft in that it robs a woman of a belief in herself and the world, murder because it kills trust and love in a world already lacking in it. Jamaica has and continues to struggle with the issue of sexual harassment, abuse, rape and murder of our women because it has now become the norm and people are quick to dismiss the concerns of the victims of these acts. If there is a news report on one of these acts, the first question asked is usually ‘is wha she coulda do him fi deserve that?’ A seemingly “innocent” question but it points to a mindset of our society that she deserves whatever was coming towards her, that the man was justified in whatever action he felt was needed to soothe his ego. Utter rubbish.
Stop making excuses for rapists and call them out for what they are. How many more of our women have to be sacrificed in order for us to move as a society? Don't ask the question of what if it was your mother or sister? it takes nothing to be a decent human being and stand against these monsters.