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‘I’m Daisy Coleman, The Teenager At The Center Of The Maryville Rape Media Storm…’

The following are the words of Daisy Coleman, the teenager who, thanks to Anonymous, trended #justice4daisy. You may know a little bit about the Maryville Rape case, but Daisy isn’t done fighting yet. Read what she has to say, in her own words…

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Winter: cold, bleak, bitter, ugly. Almost like summer has taken off its mask and shown its true colors. Everyone is forced to see how ugly life can truly be. Others get a season of beauty: summer.

My whole life since January 8, 2012, has been a long, reckless winter.

The night everything changed I was having an old friend over to catch up and have fun. Her name is Paige, and she is a year younger than I am. At the time, she was 13, and I was 14.

We had been best friends since we were both very young, and continued to be best friends, even though I had moved from Albany to Maryville. She was in the eighth grade, and I was in the midst of my freshman year.

Life, overall, was great.

I was on the varsity cheer squad, a competitive dance team and had a lot of friends.

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Paige is my best friend. Watching scary movies was always our thing. So, that’s how we kicked off our night, along with alcoholic beverages. My mom didn’t know we were drinking, and I was not supposed to be.

That night I was texting with a boy that my older brother had warned me about, but I didn’t listen. Looking back, I wish I did.

It wasn’t until later that night that Matt, a popular senior boy, had asked to hang out. Of course, I knew my brothers wouldn’t allow this so, we had to sneak out. It was about one in the morning when my friend and I climbed out of my bedroom window. I was not interested in Matt romantically. I considered him my older brother’s friend. I trusted my older brother. I trusted Matt.

Matt picked us up in a black car and drove us to his house. He had to sneak us through a basement window.

There were bedrooms and a living room area in the basement. I sat on the couch and gathered familiar faces from the room. Four of Matt’s friends were there. Matt emerged from one of the bedrooms with a bottle of clear alcohol he wanted me to drink. This is when one of Matt’s friends suggested I drink from a tall shot glass, which they labeled the “bitch cup.”

About five shots tall, I drank it. I guess I didn’t know how badly it would mess me up. But the boys who gave it to me did.

Then it was like I fell into a dark abyss. No light anywhere. Just dark, dense silence — and cold. That’s all I could ever remember from that night. Apparently, I was there for not even an entire hour before they discarded me in the snow.

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Waking up was a complete blur. I had to be carried into my mother’s bedroom, in complete and total confusion. I was freezing and sick and bruised, my hair in icy chunks weighted against me. When my mom gave me a bath, she saw that I was hurt down in my privates.

We all knew something wasn’t right. Something had gone wrong in the night.

My mother told me she found me outside, left for dead, and when she heard me trying to get to the door, she thought it was a dog scratching. I was weak and could have died in the below freezing temperatures.

Next thing I knew, I was in the ER getting blood drawn and having various tests done. We all knew what had happened, we just wanted someone else to say it for us. The doctors examined the rape kit and verified that our nightmares were real. This nightmare, though, didn’t end. It continued on for many long months. It was only later I learned that my best friend, a year younger than me, had been raped, too.

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Days seemed to drag on as I watched my brother get bullied and my mom lose her job. Ultimately our house burned to the ground.

I couldn’t go out in public, let alone school.

I sat alone in my room, most days, pondering the worth of my life. I quit praying because if God were real, why would he do this?

I was suspended from the cheerleading squad and people told me that I was “asking for it” and would “get what was coming.”

Why would I even want to believe in a God? Why would a God even allow this to happen? I lost all faith in religion and humanity. I saw myself as ugly, inside and out. If I was this ugly on the inside, then why shouldn’t everyone see the ugly I saw?

I burned and carved the ugly I saw into my arms, wrists, legs and anywhere I could find room.

On Twitter and Facebook, I was called a skank and a liar and people encouraged me to kill myself. Twice, I did try to take my own life.

When I went to a dance competition I saw a girl there who was wearing a T-shirt she made. It read: “Matt 1, Daisy 0.”

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Matt’s family was very powerful in the state of Missouri and he was also a very popular football player in my town, but I still couldn’t believe it when I was told the charges were dropped. Everyone had told us how strong the case was — including a cell phone video of the rape which showed me incoherent.

All records have been sealed in the case, and I was told the video wasn’t found. My brother told me it was passed around school.

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My scars only come to the surface when I’m tan or cold now. It’s as if over time my body learned to heal some of the ugly, but it will always be a part of me.

Just like this case. It will live with me forever.

Since this happened, I’ve been in hospitals too many times to count. I’ve found it impossible to love at times. I’ve gained and lost friends. I no longer dance or compete in pageants. I’m different now, and I can’t ever go back to the person I once was. That one night took it all away from me. I’m nothing more than just human, but I also refuse to be a victim of cruelty any longer.

This is why I am saying my name. This is why I am not shutting up. Matt put on Twitter something recently. It read: “If her name begins with A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z, she wants the D.”

Since Anonymous has gotten involved, everything has changed. #justice4Daisy has trended on the Internet, and pressure has come down hard on the authorities who thought they could hide what really happened.

I not only survived, I didn’t give up. I’ve been told that a special prosecutor is going to reopen the case now. This is a victory, not just for me, but for every girl.

I just hope more men will take a lesson from my brothers.

They look out for women. They don’t prey on them.

(Article and images from Daisy Coleman, via

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2 Comments on "‘I’m Daisy Coleman, The Teenager At The Center Of The Maryville Rape Media Storm…’"

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  1. Juan says:

    Truly a very sad case. Parents need to watch their daughters more closely. Boys need to respect girls. This article should be required reading in every Junior High, Middle school, high school, and College.

  2. Val says:

    Corruption has consumed our society and America is not justice when the Judge and Jury pale from long ago when it mattered. Entertainers and sports idols and politicians and those who grace their lives find themselves less vulnerable for their crimes on the way out of office or while they are occupying it. It is a battle for those you depended on to save you for their crime is no crime at all. Your family and loved ones, your friends and those of us who have heard of your plight want only the best for you and with your permission, well, we will be here for you. in the meantime and for the rest of your life you must gain your strength from God since this is only a rationed existence for us all and then our time runs out. They will pay at the end of their lives for what they’ve done to you and your family and since you’ve brought it to the surface, we will be at the helm to insure you gain relief from these criminals. Nancy Grace and those who fight for victims and justice is one to seek and know so many of us will likewise be near if you need us. Evil exists but you can turn your back on it. Maybe this was God’s way of giving you a gift to challenge those abused and raped and victimized whereby you will be a spokesperson for them. You have played your attack to deaf ears and cruel corrupt individuals in the past and that time has passed. You will find that now it’s not in the hands of the corrupt, this scum will land in jail and it will be their tears spilled. For you, your future will fly if you let it and take what you’ve learned to help others no matter if you want to work in the media or write or become an attorney, anything to protect the innocents as you were. Just know, once armed with what you’ve suffered, your life will be rewarded by your new found strength. And I know from my own pain, it’s magical to watch lessors fall from their own crimes and hate. And they do. Just stay on the right side and be the best you can be while you make connections to help others in the future and live your life to help those injured no less than you. The Internet does us no favors and children implode no less than adults in a world that denies God with parent too often less than competent. You’re beautiful inside and out, and now run with all the attention you can focus on those rapists who drugged you and take them down. Their time in the clouds is soon to be over for the rest of their lives and yours is just beginning to take charge. God is real and He is good. Never dismiss Him for our lives here are short. You will prevail… and you’re in our prayers. Thanks for sharing and thanks for making sure they will along with their parents suffer for what they’ve done. And they will this time for the media will expose them if they try to escape their fate. Now it will be your turn to help others one day. You’ll find a wealth of peace helping others and beautiful you’ll be forever.

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