“Most unfortunately, because of my naivete and the jealousy of some of my nursing colleagues, I was targeted for a tragic event, in 1971. I was suffering with my periods, and I consulted my nursing instructor, Jeannette Tandy, and was referred for a pelvic examination. The appointment was in the evening at Strong Memorial Hospital. While walking toward the examination room, I encountered three men in white coats standing at the end of the hall. I said that I was here for a pap smear.  I was uncomfortable and asked for a woman to assist in the procedure, they insisted that there were no women who could be here. The gist of this encounter was that while on the examination table, these so-called doctors (though I do not know for sure what their status was), was raping me.  In the end, I saw bright red and darker red blood on the floor as they ran out of the room.

Dr. Barbara Bartell came to the door to assist me. I told her what had happened as I was so confused. She said that I looked sore, and I just got my period.  I told her that I had my period two weeks ago. She used a cotton swab to do the test and it came back inclusive due to the fact of the blood on the swab. While I did go to another, legitimate, doctor for a Pap smear about three. weeks later, it did nothing to address the egregious and criminal behavior I had suffered previously. Then six to eight weeks later, I was not feeling well, and I witnessed something I did not recognize in the toilet.  I asked my mother what this was. She told me to flush the toilet which I did.  Years later I realized it was my twins conceived by the gang rape. I was about 8 weeks pregnant.  It has always been a great sorrow for me.  I named my baby's Jessica Rose and Arron Joseph; I think of them daily.  One of the rapists is the father of my twins.

No one helped me, not Dr. Barbara Bates, my mother or the Nursing Instructor that said, "it's done and over with there is nothing you can do about it".  I still didn't know what happened!!  All I knew was that the pain was horrible three times and I lost my virginity when all I wanted was a pap smear for a cancer threat my nursing instructor gave me, who recommended me to go to the program Early Disease Detection Unit at the hospital, for the pap smear.  I never called it rape or miscarriage until 1993 when I lived in Florida being counseled by a Priest.  Now as many years have gone by, I feel angry that no one tried to help me. Someone even said that it happened in 1971 when rape wasn't dealt with. That didn't help me either.  I still do not know who these three men were or why they did that to me.  I even mailed a letter to Dr. Bates in 1995 and asked her who they were and got no reply. I do not know if they did it again or ended up in jail or got married and had children or if they are dead.  I did forgive everyone for my soul's sake.”