“Who would have believed me?” by Jane Elliott

 

Who would have believed me?
by Jane Elliott

 


I was ten
I was paralyzed
I didn’t scream
I didn’t fight
I found out what it meant
to be rooted to the ground with fear.

Middle-class girls would have screamed.
Other middle-class girls would have come to help them.
The lawyer said.

He told his wife.
He said ‘I asked Janie to be my girlfriend. She said no.’
It was all a joke.
His hand down my blouse.
His hand up my skirt.
His knee trying to force my frozen knees apart.
All a joke.
A repeatedly repeated joke.
I just didn’t get it.

I was helpless.
Worthless.
Voiceless.
Who would have believed me?

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