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Today I had a conversation about the rape scene in “For Colored Girls” which led to a discussion about my experience with being attacked by a man. I was not raped but I was attacked. I have no problem talking about what happened or the fact that I took him back after the assault – that’s a different discussion- my issue is I became the person being questioned. Why didn’t you hit him back? Why didn’t you run? Why didn’t you call the police? Why didn’t you scream? Why did you take him back? And then they tell me what THEY would’ve done, when the truth is NO ONE knows what they would do until it happens. For me, in that moment, I understood why women don’t fight back, scream, call the police, or do anything. When a person is filled with enough rage to attack you they become unstoppable! If you don’t have the same rage when fighting back you will certainly lose. In these cases, when attacked by someone you love, you wonder why and you become more