The interrogation

The 1st thing you asked is what was I wearing? Is that what they taught you at the academy? To blame the victim not the Perp? Would you have asked a murder victim what she was wearing? Second You asked if I knew because if I didn't entice him by what I was wearing then it had to be what I said right? What I did? Or maybe I should've noticed, you know had a 6th sense that I was going to be traumatized. I mean its only fair right; car accident victims always know when their car is about to be totaled right? Then you asked me how much did I have to drink, as if that was another thing that gave him permission to take what was not his. A drunk man wouldn't be blamed for his wallet being stolen but my innocence is not even worth that much. Your next question only got worse. You had the audacity to ask if I said NO, If I asked him to STOP. Despite him breaking in to my house I still could've asked for it. My door is still hanging off the hinges but that's obviously a sign that I wanted it. The sad part is that I don't blame you, I don't even blame him. How can I when everywhere we look in our society its always my fault never his. It doesn't matter that he targeted me. That I was wearing jeans and a hoodie, that I took a cab home, from a respected company nonetheless. He still managed to follow me, to break in and take what he felt entitled to. We didn't teach him not to rape, only taught me what to do to avoid rape. How is it still my fault when I did none of the things to make me a target? If were playing the blame game isn't it your fault? You're supposed to serve and protect but you weren't there when I needed you the most. And when you finally showed up what did you do? Did you serve by arresting the monster? No you only made sure I'd never ask for help again.