A few months ago, news surfaced about another rape victim, another scandal, another incident gone pleasantly unnoticed. Mr. Brock Turner, a nice white boy, in college, with aspirations of being an olympian. The only pictures of him to surface were those of him in a nice suit, with his hair finely combed or a candid of him swimming for his beloved team. Remember how the devil was just a fallen angel?

Watching the news heartbroken, I only wished I had a louder voice to scream, “F*** you, Brock Turner."

To say in short, I’m tremendously sorry that you are so feeble minded that you cannot fathom how the raping of another person is your own fault. I understand, you must be highly uneducated because who in their right mind would rape someone in the first place. I’m truly sorry for your mother as well, for she also thinks you are not in the wrong and do not under any circumstance deserve the shaming that you have been receiving. Your mother and I agree, you don’t deserve the shaming you have been getting, you deserve much more than that.

To be truly honest I do believe you have not had enough taken away from you. Your dreams and aspirations are crushed and at the same time, you crushed that of another. It's mind-boggling to me you can look yourself in the mirror, think about if she even can. You don't deserve to graduate, you don't deserve to even watch the olympics. It's such a shame to me that people are still standing by you.

In case you were not aware in the first place, your selfish actions have taken away the peace of mind for another, for many others, for the rest of their lives. The fact that you couldn’t keep your bedraggled dick to yourself has now affected the life of an innocent women, who is so ashamed of your wrong doing, we don’t know her name.

I’m sorry, maybe it’s not all your fault, I guess maybe it’s the fault of what you have been raised around. The sexualization of women, the idea that we are always supposed to bow to every man's command. They told you this was okay from the day you were born. They forgot to tell you that we will rise back up and if it is not we, it is I. For the fact that we do not know her name, there are thousands more that are also unknown, there are a million more Brock Turners who will get much less than six months, who may not even have their names bannered on cable news.

I know your name now, for some reason I hear it in my sleep reminding me that I’m friends with a thousand Brock Turners. Nice boys who play sports and attend classes next to me. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll turn out just like you, and isn’t that a nightmare.

I had to buy pepper spray when I left for college, you got to buy condoms. My mom tells me to cover my cups at parties, while yours probably told you nothing of the sort. You probably blamed that poor girl for drinking too much, or what she was wearing. I wonder what in the hell you were drinking, that gave you the idea to touch her in the first place.

You didn’t even have the courtesy to rape her in a room, you did her in the dirt, literally. You left her behind a dumpster because apparently you're so good that when you’re finished with something you leave it for nothing. Brock Turner. we're finished with you, six months is no where close to enough.

I am so sorry that you are such a worthless piece of shit. I am so sorry that for some reason it has been instilled in your mind that you are allowed to stick it in where ever and when ever you feel. You claimed to be so drunk, but capable enough to get it up.

But I guess I owe you a thanks, because now when I’m trying to teach my fourteen year old brother how not to be, I’ll just show him a photograph of you.

So you see, Brock, although you will be leaving jail early, you will be entering a new one because we all know your face now and no matter how many times you wash your hands, we will all still see the dirt.

Best wishes and absolute best of luck trying to piece your foul life back together. If you ever forget what a monstrosity you are, feel free to call me.

Yours Truly,

Taylor Ann Racevicius.