“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.” -Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
In one of the grisliest accounts of Jewish Biblical history, there existed a young woman who had just married a man, but she didn’t like him very much, and ran home to her father. Her husband, loving her enough to try and win her back, took off to her father’s house to persuade her to rejoin him in his household.
Now, the newlyweds had stayed with him for quite some time, and wanted to return to their town of residence, but when the father heard they were leaving, he begged them to stay. And so they did. And after a while, they decided they would return home. But when the father begged them to stay longer, not wanting to bid his daughter farewell, they listened again and stayed. But eventually, the wife and her husband became restless to go home, and so when the father’s begging no longer worked, the newlyweds left for their home, and stopped at a small town along the way. A fellow Levite saw them and begged them to stay at his place, since the town square was known to be dangerous, so they did.
But when night arrived, a pack of men gathered outside their place of stay, demanding to rape the traveling husband, and possibly kill him. When it became clear that the mob meant business, the newlyweds had no choice but to send someone out to the mob, and so the new wife went out of the house.
After being raped until dawn, the wife crawled up to the door where her husband was staying, sprawled on the floor, and died from abuse. Her new husband, upon knowledge of his and the homeowner’s family’s security, exited their place of stay, only to find her poor, lifeless body heaped upon their doorstep.
Incapable of retaliating immediately, her husband engineered a morbid plan to heap revenge upon her murderers. Chopping her body into twelve portions (yes, this is in the Bible), he sent a piece to each tribe of the Israelites. Israeli leaders were shocked and angered to find out that something so horrific could have happened in their land, and immediately demanded that the rapists be given up for justice. But one thing stood in the way: the tribe of Benjamin–in whose territory the crime was committed–were unwilling to give the murderers away. Instead of giving in to the demands of the rest of Israel, they decided to stand their ground. And so Israel, under God’s authority, marched into battle against them, slaughtering the Benjamites for defending such heinous criminals.
The reason I bring this story to your attention isn’t just to make you sick. It’s to make you realize that we live in a sick world, and that if it weren’t for strong men being willing to take strong stands, evil people will thrive, and rape, and murder, and cheat their way through life. And there’s a time and a place for serious action.
In this light, I bring appalling news. On the 16th of May, 2010, a woman was brutally raped by an illegal alien who had been deported nine times. But this woman wasn’t in a dangerous city, or out far away from society: she was in the little town of Edmonds, Washington, on a Sunday.
For those of you who don’t know, Edmonds is a quiet beach-side suburb of Seattle, known for its clean streets, good schools, and easy-going vibe. This isn’t a town for thugs or dangerous criminals: it’s a town for mothers who enjoy strolling with their children to boutique stores, for couples to walk along a rocky beach, or for the elderly to enjoy an afternoon on a warm bench. This is the town where I live.
And the fact that this woman’s name has not been released means even more to me, because this woman could have been my neighbor, my daughter, my friend, my sister, my mother, my wife. This isn’t just someone in a distant country, in a run-down town, a prostitute or a stripper. It was a woman who was an unsuspecting victim of vicious, violent, life-altering rape.
The man who called the police was able to save her, but only after the act was completed. He heard her whimpers from an alley, her desperate sobs, as this “man” who shouldn’t even be in our country was raping her. If you are living anywhere near Edmonds, know this: she could have been any woman you know, and this didn’t have to happen. If we had actually been deporting illegal aliens and guarding our border, she never would have been raped. Neither would other girls, like Brittany Binger, a young blonde who was strangled, raped, and left for dead in another alleyway in the USA. My point is this: one rape was enough for God to allow brother to slaughter brother, and we don’t even have a protest for a woman who was raped in our own town. Shame on all of us.
And this is why you should hang your head and cry. According to the Violent Crimes Institute, conservative (meaning, lean) estimates show that about 240,000 illegal immigrant sex offenders live in the United States today, with 93 sex offenders and 12 serial sexual offenders coming across the border every day. In this study, information from Immigration and Customs Enforcement shows that each offender averages about four victims. Of the 1500 cases studied, 525 (35%) were child molestations, 358 (24%) were rapes, and 617 (41%) were sexual homicides and serial murders. If 358 women were raped by illegal immigrants in your town this year, what would you do?
Let me be absolutely clear, here: not every illegal immigrant is a rapist, and not every illegal immigrant is a murderer. And yes, by deporting them out of the country, some very well-behaved ones will not be afforded the luxury of living in America. But the God-condoned war which the Israelites engaged in wasn’t even against foreigners: it was against their brethren, in their own country. The Israelites didn’t engage in war against non-believers: they slaughtered fellow Jews. This historic act of rape and murder was so foul, that even those who would dare defend the “rights” of the accused were considered mortal enemies, and destroyed with the sword.
Now, I’m not asking Americans to go to war with one another, and I’m not asking Christians to kill Christians, and I’m not asking Americans to kill illegal immigrants. But you need to know one thing: civil war, by God’s standards, is completely moral in this case. At the very least, we should be distributing leaflets, protesting, and calling our representatives. We owe this woman these actions as our sincere apology.
If you are considering protecting rapists and murderers whom we have both a right and a duty to deport, you must understand that we must–must–call your stance what it is: evil, and opposed by God Himself. You are knowingly responsible for the rape and murder of thousands of American women and children, and every day that you stand by and allow sanctuary, your hands get bloodier. I don’t give a damn if you’re a “Christian,” either. Read what God says and get in rank, or get out of the church.
If we had any sense of righteousness–any sense of decency at all–we would give that rapist a Bible, and tell the son of a bitch to figure it out. A good society would send him to meet his maker after dangling him from a rope, and then deport every single illegal immigrant in this country, to protect our women and children from abuse.
So I pledge now, although I do not know this woman, to fight so that what happened to her never happens again to another woman in the United States of America. I pledge now to remember how she cried and suffered at the hands of a monster we could have kept in Mexico, but were too afraid to patrol our own border. I refuse to be a part of this problem, because one rape–even one–is too many for a righteous people to endure. Let it be known, this is not a time for peace: the peace has already been broken with the cries of an innocent woman. Let it be today that we decide to draw the line in the sand, to divide brother against brother, to make her the last one.
And if you are that woman, know in your heart that there are good men in the city of Edmonds, and in the United States of America, who are deeply pained by your–no, our–tragedy, and that you will be avenged.
Now, who stands with me?
What are we to do? Deport illegals, seal the border.
Call your representatives, and tell them whose blood is on their hands. If you’re interested in posting leaflets and possibly protesting, contact me.