USA Bound and I would Walk in Shadow for 57 years…#15

Talking about rape, always puts me in a bad mood and yesterday was no exception as the social media posts found out…

Rape is beyond anything…

I was strangled to death at 8, I was beat to death at 13 and again at 14…

Yet I would rather have endured more of that…. Than to ever have a human touch me without my permission and rape is the worse violation you can do to a human…

Death doesn’t compare, because you are dead, you are gone, you have nothing to remember!!!!

RAPE!!! It never leaves you, it never lets you rest, it never wants you to be whole….

As we returned to the United States in 1972… I was already in the process of losing everything I knew of my first 18 years of life and subsequent events would seal those memories in my brain until November 5, 2017, when the memory trigger happened….

By the time I had 2 children, been married twice and entered the Air Force, rape was not foreign to me…

What was foreign, was how the military handled it and how the women in uniform treated you once the gossip started…

I was never asked, I was never questioned, but a small base in Enid, OK would show me that maga lived among us in 1978 and Jim Crow, it never died and woman’s rights that we fought and died for, was only a illusion…

These next posts will explore, how I went through life treated differently, treated so much like the Epstein survivors know only too well, only because of how I looked…

Not how smart I was, not that I was a mother or a airman… I was treated solely upon this:

I did this photo shoot for a friend retiring from the military and it was only when he used this picture to advertise his studio, did I see what other’s saw and I yearned for the day of wrinkles, lines and sagging skin… I knew, it wouldn’t ever be over if people saw me this way…

I quit wearing much in the way of war paint and dressing up and looking nice, no, I became known as Maggi the one who wear’s baggy dress’s and yea, I still have them to this day and very little war paint…

From 1972 till my memory trigger November 5, 2017… I walked and lived amnesia…

I endured what so many others have endured and didn’t survive…

This is my story of survival…

I remember the Epstein Survivor’s….

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About Me

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…