Here is the equally harrowing follow-up to the initial revelations from the British victim of a Muslim rape gang. “U.K. Rape Jihadis: ‘This Is OK In Our Culture,'” by Pamela Geller, WND, May 24, 2015:
On Friday, I published at Breitbart the horrifying reminiscences of a British woman who suffered repeated gang rapes, beatings and abuse from a Muslim rape gang, while police dismissed her complaints with total indifference. Now this courageous woman has revealed to me more details of what she and other girls have suffered at the hands of these rape gangs:
After awhile, the worst thing was not what happened for me – as horrifying as it was, I got used to it. What was worst for me was seeing the other girls they did this to. I was used to it, but they weren’t.
The Muslim gangs preyed on orphan girls who lived at a children’s home. These girls were 12 years old and even younger than that.
They would come and get me and I would go – I didn’t know what else I could do, I was frightened. They would show up in two cars, and often pick up other girls from the youth home.
One night, some of the girls from the children’s home and I were taken to a car park at one o’clock in the morning. Twenty Muslim men were waiting for us there. One of the girls from the home started crying, saying it was late and she had to get back to the youth home. One of the Muslims came over and slapped her hard in the face and told her they would decide when she went home, she wouldn’t, and that she better shut up.
And so you learned to be quiet and just go along.
Eventually that youth home got shut down: A whistleblower got sick of the cover-up that was going on there. The manager of the home, instead of reporting what was going on to the police, was giving the girls pills to keep them calm and docile.
Now some of these girls are suing the police through legal aid. I still see some of them around. I saw one of them in April, not long after I arrived back in the country. I had fled Britain after I ran into one of the Muslim gang members, and he started to ask me about my preteen daughter.
I thought then that the only way I could keep my daughter safe was to leave the country. But when I came to the country where I had hoped to settle, the authorities told me that I couldn’t stay there. They wouldn’t give me protection because I was English and white; they wouldn’t offer me refugee status or any of the protection they give to Muslims who say they’re fleeing war zones.
So after seven months there, I had to return to Britain. Now whenever I have to go to the city center, I wear a hoodie. All the taxi drivers in my city are members of the Muslim rape gangs. I change my hair color frequently and do everything I can to try to keep them from recognizing me.
I remember once I was in a taxi and the driver started speaking to me about a very young girl I knew. She was only 11 or 12 years old. He started telling me all the terrible things he had done to her. He said he took her to a hotel, used her all night, and then let her go at 4 o’clock in the morning.
That was the man who started asking about my daughter.
All this happens quite a lot – much more than people realize. My neighbor just came out of her denial and told me that she was groomed. She doesn’t even know my history. She is still with the man who got her into it. He is a Muslim who beats her in front of her kids. She converted to Islam but left it after a while.
When I was being regularly abused by the Muslim men, my school knew about it. They eventually made me transfer to a part-time school because I was out so much. The men would come and take me out of the school, sometimes in the morning just as school was starting. It was high school, so they don’t stop you leaving when the gate is open. I would just walk away.
The school sent me to see a psychologist who believed my story, but still, nothing was done. And at that time, I refused to go to counseling; I wasn’t ready.
My friend who remembers things that I don’t, she told my parents, but I don’t know at what stage she told them. My mum spoke to me about it when I was 15, and called the police, but the policeman who came was hostile and worked on making sure I wouldn’t testify. Another police officer came later. He was a bit nicer, but I was still reluctant to speak because the first one was so scary.
I met with the police myself in April 2015. They still weren’t interested. I gave them names of 80 Muslim men who had raped and beaten me. Nothing has happened to those men. I still see them down with the taxis. I can’t publish their names – then they will know it’s me, and they will seize me and beat me again. I went to the gym last week. One of them was at the gym. I see them everywhere.
I don’t go out much. I go to the gym, I walk my dogs. I try not to be recognized.
The men who did this to me have no remorse. They would tell me that what they were doing was OK in their culture.
If British authorities don’t act to save this girl and all the others like her, Britain is finished, and doesn’t even deserve to be saved.