People Go Where You Push Them
After experiencing stalking, almost being abducted, and beaten horribly; Leftists in my dm's are telling me even if I was beaten, not to give the alt-Right rhetoric 'ammunition.' It's cruel.
Don’t Betray The Script…
‘A black woman is speaking, listen and learn,’
‘POC/Black people can’t be racist’
‘Individual racism is prejudice, Racism has to be intuitional.’
All things parroted by the Australian, and the global Left for the last 10 years. They do a lot of gaslighting, but I live in reality, not in ideals. And the North remembers.
Anyway, I have had a long history of experiencing sexual and physical violence from men of specific ethnic backgrounds all of my life in Australia. Whether they were citizens, or immigrants is irrelevant, because it is not the legality of the person that’s relevant. It’s the culture of that person that dictates their character and their attitudes towards out-groups.
Of course, I have to start with the initial disclaimer. Yes, White Australian men, Anglo-Saxon or otherwise are capable of violence. Yes, violence towards women in Australia is generally an issue, as we know that there are 100 female deaths related to intimate partner/domestic or familial violence.
I do not condone this obviously, but we have to look at two distinct patterns. The women that White Australian men are harming, and to the end point, eventually killing are their intimate partners. Girlfriends, wives, exes etc. The extremely important caveat is that these men are not attacking random women with no attachment to them en masse.
Does that mean that White Australian women don’t deserve protection? Of course not. What it means is that the violence that most women in Australia experience, regardless of race is going to be at the hands of someone they know personally. It exists within a vacuum that could be solved by codifying certain familial protections through law. It could also be solved through harsher PVIO/FVIO and proper enforcement of them. Victoria Police is often times the party, aside from the violent offender, to blame because they typically treat women’s issues as nuisances or ‘not that serious.’
This is the context I wanted to introduce to readers to preemptively prepare you for the almost nonsensical, and truly, almost unbelievable level of violence I have experienced from RANDOM men, with no attachment to me, and these attacks being something other women, regardless of race typically experience. These are crimes of opportunity.
(Disclaimer: in Victoria, naming the offenders can actually be seen as doxxing and lead to YOU, the victim receiving fines and penalties. I have omitted all names to protect myself legally.)
I. Saturday’s Attack, Victoria Police’s failure.
A month ago, at my local franchise/chain gym, I was stopped by an Indian man, right after I finished my workout. The interaction was supposed to be short but of course, it escalated when I didn’t say hello kindly enough. I made the mistake of putting on my wired earphones as a way to avoid conversation, to which he proceeded to pull them out of my ear, call me a ‘Stupid cunt.’ and then kept blocking the doorway that I was trying to exit from. I walked back upstairs and asked the staff, and specifically the male staff to help me leave the gym.
There was a slight verbal altercation, as I called Victoria Police outside of the gym, and told them what had happened. They told me that they would arrive in 10 minutes. They did not.
While the gym staff kept him inside, I ordered an Uber to my best friend’s house and told her and her mother what happened; they both explained to me, they’ve had similar experiences on the train, and really often whenever they get coffee at yep, you guessed it. 7/11.
I stayed with my best friend and her mother for about 4 hours. 4 hours later, Victoria Police called me asking if I still needed assistance, I told them, no because a) I did not know the man. b) it was 4 hours later and c) I was under the impression this was a random man so I did not think I was in immediate, or any danger anymore.
Throughout the month I noticed a white Mazda constantly, at the time I didn’t link the two together (what would become the official attack) and I’m pretty sure it’s only retroactively that my brain connects the information it previously ignored. I didn’t feel myself become uneasy until I recollected memories post-havoc. I thought it was just one of my ex’s proxy stalking me, and I called the police. I told them I might be being monitored by my ex, though I wasn’t sure which one; police essentially told me I was being paranoid, there’s white cars everywhere, not to worry about it.
This has since been resolved, so I may speak about it candidly, however, it’s only because there has been a formal acknowledgment of police negligence, which I accepted.
Last Saturday, the same white Mazda trailing behind me and this time, I was more aware as it became clear to me the car had pulled around from my home’s corner right as I had locked the door… I continued my business as usual but I did not use my earphones at all, I kept my phone in my pockets and didn’t use it until I went into the local cafe at the local shopping centre.
Since the investigation regarding this attack is ongoing, I am not able to give in-depth details of the attack that took place, however, (I was scolded by the police for posting it in detail on my Instagram story,) but I am able to list the injuries I sustained from the attack, and it will give you some context. You are free to message me for the details.
On Saturday, the 20/09/2025; I was returning home from the local shopping centre with my hot matcha, when I saw the same white Mazda that made me feel uneasy, immediately, I noticed them pull out from the aforementioned residential gym which differs from the franchise/chain gym I usually attend.
I attempted to cross the street with 4 other Indian men jumped out of the vehicle, while 1 remained in the driver’s seat.
They initially staged the altercation as a robbery and they demanded my wallet which I swiftly handed over to them. Next, they demanded, I get in the car which I obviously refused to do. We then got into a physical altercation that caused the following;
Oral trauma:
Teeth knocked loose (jaw wired shut for 36 hours to stabilise mouth)
Internal bleeding in gums
Swelling/bruising of lips and jaw
Soft tissue injuries:
Internal and external bruising from asphyxiation
Bruises from being grabbed, dragged, and punched both in my ribs, and multiple times in my face
Scratches on arms/body from the struggle
Hand/knuckle abrasions
Head/facial injury:
Bruising from punch to the mouth
Torso:
Bruised ribs (no cracks)
Other:
Muscle strains/sprains from resisting and kicking
Leg/knee bruising from kicking all four men
Psychological:
Aversion to Indian men
Monitoring for potential PTSD following the attack.
After I escaped, I ran home screaming to deter them from following further, though I’m sure they already knew my residential address. I alerted the police but I was too hysterical to give a formal statement, so they took the initial statement and they took pictures of my injuries.
The following day after forcing the hospital to discharge me, I filed the official police report in writing, as I was unable to speak.
These are messages from women on instagram I received that expressed they have experienced similar situations from Indian/Pakistani and Muslim men:
These are messages I received from leftists and liberals that attempted to pacify me:
2024 Rape Attack, in Broad Daylight.
This case is since closed, and I am able to discuss in detail what occurred.
It was the average morning, I recall it being a Tuesday. At this time, I was engaged, so my routine was quite monotonous. Wake up in the morning, maybe go for a walk with my fiancé. He’s not a breakfast person, so we usually have coffee and a joint together. He went to work, and at the time his job was at an office, not far away at all, so he would always make sure to come home for lunch and spend time with me before returning to the office to finish the day.
I began organising lunch, and when I organise lunch I like to prepare dinner as well. So while I was making him a sandwich, I noticed that I was out of some vegetables that I needed for the roast I was making. I also needed to get more wine because we had drunk too much the night before and I forgot I was making a braised roast. Hmm, actually when I recall, I think we both woke up drunk that morning from last night. Now, it might sound strange but you’ve got to realise, this is Australia. I used to hang goon bags around clothing lines with my friends just shy of 16, being stupid and ripping bongs from some Gatorade bottle. This is completely normal to me. Our drinking culture reminds me of the Balkans.
In any case, I had to go get the ingredients and the garnishes I needed. I’m not a stupid person. I am vigilant, I have situational awareness. It’s why I get so frustrated when I am the victim of opportunity because it doesn’t feel like they’re looking for a weak target, it feels like they want to punish me for not being meek, passive, riddled with shame like the wives and daughters they detest, while they aim to punish me and other women like me for being happy.
I booked an Uber, because like I said, I’m not a stupid person. St Kilda, even during the day, has become a cesspool of addicts, prostitutes, gang members. They oscillate between the pier and the station, from each end to the next wasting their day. So, of course, I elected for an Uber.
I didn’t think anything of it.
The Uber to the Elsternwick Coles, the only Coles I’ve been to with a Kosher aisle, mind you, was completely fine. I did my shopping per usual. I said ‘Hello’ to the elderly man who’s known my ex since his Bar Mitzvah and collected my ingredients. I went to the Liquorland to get some Penfold’s Max’s Shiraz. I booked the Uber home.
I waited 4 minutes when a Somalian man came to pick me up. Again, standard. Was I a bit uneasy? Naturally, but I did not expect what transpired that day. The drive home was less than 9 minutes, at that time I lived on Glen Huntly Rd.
In what was supposed to be a 9-minute drive; I was able to be trapped in that car, driven to the other side of the city and raped in the backseat of an Uber.
This is a man with no attachment to me. He did not even dump me out on the street after the act. He simply put his pants back on, sat in the front seat and drove me to my home. When I finally got home, he was smug and still planned to harm me until he saw my fiancé walk out, to which he drove off so fast, he actually hit the neighbour’s bumper.
My fiancé took the rest of the day off and drove me to the hospital to get a rape kit, which was extremely awkward because they treated him as if he was the one who harmed me. Anyway, with the rape kit, it matched about 3 other women, two white Australian, and one that was Ethiopian, he had also done this to.
I pressed charges and it took about 11 months between the 4 of us but he pleaded guilty, and was convicted. His PR will be revoked after his sentence is served, and once that finishes, he will be deported to his country of origin. But guess this? He can’t be deported to his country of origin due to ‘political turmoil,’ so he will most likely just apply somewhere else and be bounced from Commonwealth to Commonwealth until someone actually treats him how he ought to be. But that’s not for another 10 years.
I kept thinking to myself for a long time, ‘I don’t know if I want to talk about this,’ not because I felt shame, but honestly (which seems strange and backwards I know) because I wanted to preserve ex-my fiancé’s dignity and manhood. It was more of a “what’s understood doesn’t need to be said” moment, and I was content. Life continued. I didn’t want to be stuck in a cycle of self-blame or internalise the attack because there was truly not much more I could have done. It was so brazen that I did genuinely freeze in the moment. Now, that my ex-fiancé and I are not together, I can talk about this without dishonouring him (?).
(Disclaimer: in Victoria, naming the offenders can actually be seen as doxxing and lead to YOU, the victim receiving fines and penalties. I have omitted all names to protect myself legally.)
Leftist Cannibalism, Initial Ostracisation after Dissent & Which Black Women Get to Stay vs. Who Has to Go.
Because I used to model, even though I don’t formally associate with liberals and leftists anymore…for obvious reasons.
I inadvertently still have them all over my social media from those days. They’re the kind of half-assed, too high off of ketamine and LSD to really care about politics, but they’re super, super anal about self-aggrandising and morally posturing about whatever trending political topic. Like for example, they don’t know what Panopticism is, but they will sit in your face and say ‘‘the Germans deserved what happened to them in Dresden.’’ (Provocative, I know.)
When I shared the recent incident (Not 2024) as a reason why I have an aversion to being in proximity with minority men and naturally, called for them to be deported and to only allow women and children; I was met with a multitude of responses being told 'not to let [my experience] be tokenised by Nazis’ and to not let it ‘distort my view of black/POC men.’
Hm. There is no distortion if this is the reality; I am not in close enough proximity to white men to be harmed by them. The only context in which a white man could possibly cause me bodily harm is if I am in a relationship with them. I live around Jewish people when I am in Eastside, and I live around Indian and Arab men when I am in Westside. The perceived risks of a scary white man jumping out of the bushes to grab and rape me is non-existent. At best, maybe, MAYBE, an Israeli.
It’s laughable because these are the same people that consistently regurgitate talking points about how black women are the most unprotected and unsafe class of people. That we, have virtually, no rights.
Excuse me for my crass language but,
Might I suggest that infantilisation is only reserved for you as long as you continue to be a Good Little Nigger that mules yourself for progressive rhetoric. The moment you step out of line, you are no longer that Good Little Nigger worthy of protection, you were never going to receive but instead, you’re a Big Burly Black Bigoted Bafoon that shills for White Supremacy™️.
If racist caricatures have been banned for over 50 years, why are you so adamant that I become, remain and lose my agency to being your Mammy?
Unless, of course, you’re a Candace Owens archetype, someone with no real convictions, just a professional grifter who claims to hate liberalism, feminism, homosexuality, transness, and leftists. (So she says.) All you really have to do is denounce the state of Israel, criticise Trump after supporting and campaigning for him all election year, and then pivot straight into Kabbalah conspiracies and esoteric rambling after getting booted by Shapiro. (Who I don’t care for either, but that’s neither here nor there.)
And I’m left asking: where is my grace? It’s maddening. As long as someone stays on-script and plays the part they’re expected to play, their beliefs, no matter how incoherent or outright contradictory to theirs, are tolerated, even platformed.
Yet when we tell the truth, when we dare to express the harm perpetrated in our communities, by our men; we are told to be quiet, to take the abuse, to not tarnish our image.
This is why racism is not politically exclusive; the difference lies in the language used to describe the idea that ‘non-white people are incapable of rational thought and good behaviour.’ On the Right, this is often attributed to racial superiority or biological determinism. On the Left, it is framed differently—through systemic, historical, and socio-economic explanations.
Most modern leftist analysis believes in equality and the moral agency of all people, but they often emphasise the structural context of violence.
Many advocate for approaches such as rehabilitation rather than punishment, or resistance against oppression, even if that resistance includes disruptive or violent acts, rather than framing every act as a purely individual moral shortcoming, or a symptom of a larger cultural trend. Of course, I understand these things do not exist in a vacuum, and that the violent rhetoric they implore is not exclusive to their political affiliation, my qualm occurs when that framing is not extended to others. My qualm is that framing is extrapolated onto groups that represent the ‘privileged’ and does not apply the same vitriol towards the groups that represent the ‘oppressed,’ even when those oppressed groups cause serious harm.
While these frameworks are intended to address systemic injustice, they can inadvertently create a perception that individuals are excused for their actions. Often times, they are.
Yet, the truth remains: violence is not inherent to white men and taught to men of colour, black and indigenous men; it is part of human nature, and the male circumstance has a predisposition to it because of their size, stature and endocrine system, so moral responsibility becomes universal.
Genuine equality requires that all people regardless of race be held accountable for their actions.
It is our duty to rise above instinctual behaviours and embrace self-governance.