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One weekend, not too long ago, I stumbled upon a betrothal ceremony at the edge of a wild promontory in the hilly town of Eden, North Carolina. They invited me to dinner! I went! It was wonderful!
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The proud little officiant of the ceremony.
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For anyone unfamiliar with this spectacular mic drop moment:
Tacopina: Even though you understood you were in the middle of this supposed battle, you never screamed at Donald Trump or screamed for help?
E. Jean: I’m not a screamer. Here is the thing. I was too much in a panic to scream. I was fighting.
Tacopina: When you’re fighting and being sexually assaulted and raped, because you are not a screamer, as you describe it, you wouldn’t scream?
E. Jean: I’m not a screamer. You can’t beat up on me for not screaming.
Tacopina: I’m not beating up on you. I’m asking you questions, Ms. Carroll.
E. Jean: No. Women who come forward, one of the reasons they don’t come forward is because they are always asked why didn’t you scream. Some women scream. Some women don’t … Why didn’t you scream, E. Jean? Why didn’t you scream? … You better have a good excuse why you didn’t scream. Because if you didn’t scream, you weren’t raped. I’m telling you, he raped me, whether I screamed or not!