When I listen to that final 911 tape, I hear a teen voice screaming for help. If, according to Zimmerman on his reenactment, he believed Trayvon was alive and still dangerous, why would the screaming stop exactly when the gun is fired? Why wouldn’t Zimmerman, if he had been the one screaming for help, keep screaming?
Because it was Trayvon.
After a New York talent scout wanna-be spotted her picture in the window of her bro-in-law’s photography studio and dropped some hints, said bro-in-law and sister sent the 18 year old over the MGM’s New York talent office for a screen test.
Al Altman didn’t even bother to record her speaking, since her North Carolina accent was so thick he could barely understand her. But when Louis B. Mayer saw her screen test, he sent a telegram with the above quote, signing her to a standard MGM contract. And provided a speech coach.
“In one scene, when I was supposed to say, “In a pig’s eye you are,” what came out was, “In a pig’s ass you are.” Old habits die awfully hard.” ― Ava Gardner, Ava: My Story
Even if you’ve been engaging in foreplay and you’re both stark naked, no means no. Saying yes to flirting, to kissing, even getting naked together, does not mean that the other person is “entitled” to have sex with you.
The tape running in my head, over and over during this time, was, “Remember every detail you can, so they can get this guy,” but somehow, almost nothing stuck. The only detail that burned into my brain was his boxer shorts: light blue, solid, with no pattern, with white trim around the edges.
He became upset that I had bled onto his sheets, because it could get him into trouble. I actually apologized to my rapist because his raping me made me bleed.