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CHRISTINE BLASEY FORD

This is a true story.

One night, in the summer of 1982, I was driving down East-West Highway in Bethesda, Maryland, when a woman waved me down to the side of the road.

She was hysterical, crying, hiding her face. I asked her if she wanted to go to a hospital, or to the police, or whatever. I told her I would take her wherever she wanted to go.

She directed me to another neighborhood, and suddenly jumped out of the car at a stop sign and ran down the street.

I felt so helpless.

Was it Christine Blasey? I have no idea.

But I do know that men abuse women every single day.

And get away with it.


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