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Sep 2013
Thirty Hours

Who are these men,
Do they have daughters,
Mothers, sisters, granddaughters?
Do they call tenderly their loving
Their ******,
Behind closed doors?

Thirty hours
In the country
I live, love and worry and wonder about...

This is Justice blinded,
But worse,
Publicly, proclaiming,
I am
Deaf and Dumb,
And lost in Her way.

Thirty hours.

I too, have a question.

Have you no shame?

WASHINGTON β€” For roughly 30 hours over several days, defense lawyers for three former United States Naval Academy football players grilled a female midshipman about her ****** habits. In a public hearing, they asked the woman, who has accused the three athletes of ****** her, whether she wore a bra, how wide she opened her mouth during oral *** and whether she had apologized to another midshipman with whom she had ******* β€œfor being a **.”****-case-raises-alarm-on-military-hearings­.html?emc=eta1&_r=0
Nat Lipstadt
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Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
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