Bill Clinton’s alleged rape victim Juanita Broaddrick weighed in on the leaked 2005 audio controversy today in two tweets that were re-tweeted by Donald Trump.
How many times must it be said? Actions speak louder than words. DT said bad things!HRC threatened me after BC raped me.
— Juanita Broaddrick (@atensnut) October 8, 2016
Hillary calls Trump's remarks "horrific" while she lives with and protects a "Rapist". Her actions are horrific.
— Juanita Broaddrick (@atensnut) October 8, 2016
Truthfeed’s Exclusive Interview with Juanita Broaddrick
Thirty-eight years after the fact, that word still gets stuck in Juanita Broaddrick’s throat.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, seemingly taken aback by the tremendous power of those four little letters. “It’s still a hard word for me to say,” she revealed softly in that warm Southern drawl of hers.
That’s how my chat with Juanita Broaddrick began after she agreed to speak toTruthfeed.com regarding her regrettable involvement with Hillary and Bill Clinton.
And, up until recently, Juanita hardly uttered that terrible “R” word.
Initially, when Juanita Broaddrick agreed to speak with Truthfeed.com, I was nervous to interview her, mainly because of the subject matter – those four tremendously powerful, raw, vulnerable, and ugly letters can bring a person to their knees.
However, her strength and resolve instantly put me at ease, and just like that we comfortably settled into our interview.
Juanita and I began our journey together at the spot where most of her interviews begin – a modest hotel room in Little Rock Arkansas during the Spring of 1978.
That’s where Bill Clinton raped her.
“I shouldn’t have let him in the room, ” she tells me, her voice still laced with hints of regret, “But I was naive back then,” she concedes.
Before that fateful day, Broaddrick was eager to volunteer on Clinton’s 1978 gubernatorial campaign. So when she happened to find herself in Little Rock for a nursing home conference, she eagerly contacted Clinton’s campaign headquarters to volunteer.
Bill Clinton accepted the offer and suggested they meet at a coffee shop inside her hotel to discuss a myriad of issues, some matters involving Juanita’s nursing home business.
However, upon his arrival, their plans took a sudden change as a crowd of reporters gathered in the lobby. Seeing this, Clinton called Juanita and asked to meet in her hotel room.
Unfortunately, Juanita agreed.
“Back then I was an accommodating person,” She admitted, “I thought he wanted to discuss business.” Today, however, Juanita dismisses her fatal naivete with a knowing chuckle, as if to say, how could I have been so gullible?
Clinton made his way to her hotel room and shortly after he walked in and shut the door, he sprang into action. Without word or warning, he lunged at Juanita and attempted to kiss her. Startled by this, she vehemently rebuffed his advances.
“I kept telling him I was married, and I didn’t want to do this,” she passionately recalls.
However, it didn’t matter.
Juanita’s desperate pleas for Bill Clinton to halt his assault fell on deaf ears and did nothing to prevent those four tremendously powerful, raw, vulnerable, and ugly letters from happening to her.
During the rape, Clinton bit Juanita’s top lip with such force that it instantly swelled into a fat lip.
“When it was all over,” she began reflectively, “He got off of me as if nothing bad had just happened,” her voice still carrying the echoes of bewilderment.
In the ugly aftermath of rape, Juanita lay on the bed, sobbing amidst torn pantyhose and strewn bedding, while Clinton unceremoniously tidied himself up. He turned towards the door, but he stopped just short of leaving. He spun around and faced Juanita, “put some ice on that,” he said, casually referencing her swollen lip.
And with that, he was gone.
But oh how he remained.
I have read Juanita’s story a hundred times. However, hearing it directly from her created this intense, raw, vulnerable and ugly thread of reality that was almost too much to bear. It’s that very thread that’s been woven throughout Juanita’s life, creating a pattern of guilt, shame, fear, and loss.
Not long after the rape, which Juanita, like countless victims, did not report, she ran into Hillary Clinton at an event. It was at this event where Juanita was assaulted a second time, this time by Mrs. Clinton.
“When I heard Hillary and Bill were at the event, I decided to leave, but Hillary was blocking my path out,” Juanita started, “She approached me smiling, and grabbed hold of my hand. She was thanking me for everything I did to help her husband’s campaign.”
Juanita describes how, as she went to pull away, Mrs. Clinton’s grip swiftly tightened. “She yanked me down very close to her,” she began, “It was like watching a movie, her smile faded away, and she had this cold, serious look on her face.”
As the two women stood there, awkwardly linked together by those four raw, vulnerable, and ugly letters, Hillary Clinton leaned in closer, “Do you understand? Everything that you do,” she seethed through clenched teeth.
As I listened to Juanita’s recollection of this emotional moment, I noted that her tone still gave way to painful cause and effect.
She takes a breath, and continues, “Oh Amy,” she said intensely, “She just had this look in her eyes, and her grip was so tight, I just knew what she meant.”
“And it worked. I kept quiet,” Juanita wistfully admits.
And almost right on cue, our phone call got quiet for a few seconds.
It was a lot to take in.
As we got back into our groove, I asked Juanita if she was a victim or a survivor of the Clintons.
She did not hesitate, “I’m a survivor,” she declared.
But it wasn’t always that way.
“I carried all the guilt and shame that many rape victims do,” Juanita recalls, “I believed it was somehow my fault,” her words thoughtfully trailed off.
These are the threads of rape, weaving in and out of every life experience that follows the attack, touching every corner of your life with its blackness.
“It never goes way,” was a part of a powerful Tweet that Juanita put out on January 6, 2016, in reference to the rape.
“Twitter is therapeutic for me,” Juanita reveals. “It’s a way for me to express myself.”
I was 35 years old when Bill Clinton, Ark. Attorney General raped me and Hillary tried to silence me. I am now 73….it never goes away.
— Juanita Broaddrick (@atensnut) January 6, 2016
I myself reflected back on the moment I read Juanita’s tweet.
I cried as I read her powerful words.
….it never goes away.
I asked Juanita how it lingers for her.
“Oh, Amy,” she began in that charming drawl, “It lingers every time I see Hillary or Bill on TV. It lingers when I watch a movie where a character is raped,” she went on, “It’s always there, somewhere.”
I asked her how Hillary’s “War on Women” mantra has affected her.
“It hurts,” she began, “She’s not a champion for women, she’s an abuser of women, she’s worked hard to intimidate and silence many of Bill’s victims, including me.”
However, the woman I was speaking with didn’t sound like a victim to me.
I was speaking to Juanita, the survivor.
Although, going from victim to survivor is not always easy.
Threads – they form such a tight pattern.
“I made the leap from victim to survivor the day Bill Clinton showed up at a hotel in Little Rock, where I was attending a meeting. It had been years since the rape and there he stood in the hallway outside of the meeting room, announcing to me that he was a changed man,” she began, “He said he was sorry for what he did to me.”
“I looked him square in the eye and said, ‘Go to hell.’” She proudly proclaimed, “That was the moment when the rape became his mistake, not mine,” she affirmed.
Not soon after that visit to the Little Rock hotel, Bill Clinton announced that he was running for president.
The Clintons have impeccable timing.
As my interview with Juanita began to wind down, we got around to the topic of current events and the 2016 campaign.
I wanted to know how Juanita felt about Hillary Clinton’s bid for the White House.
“Gut-wrenching,” She began, “I can’t watch her on TV, she’s so phony, I want to shake sense into these women who support her,” she lamented, “She’s not for women, why can’t they see this?”
I asked her if she thought Hillary would win her bid.
“Ya know Amy,” she began, “For years I have been waiting for the Clintons to get what’s coming to them, and it never happens,” she continued, “But I have a thread of hope that Trump may be the one to finally stop them.”
Just before we ended our chat I had two more questions for Juanita.
Firstly, I wanted to know if she realized that she was a hero to many women – including me.
“I don’t think of myself that way, but if I help someone else, that makes me happy,” she said.
Secondly, I wanted to know how she found the courage to say those four raw, vulnerable, and ugly letters.
“Funny enough, it was Trump,” she began, “It’s not like I couldn’t say the word, but it was so hard. However, the day I saw Trump on Hannity’s show talking about my story, he said the “R” word; he said, ‘RAPE,’ and at that moment I felt validated and empowered.”
A thread of hope…..
As I went to say my goodbye’s to Juanita, I was very emotional and began to cry.
Hold it together, Amy…..
What I did not mention, and hadn’t planned to until I started writing this, was that early on in our chat, I confessed something to Juanita – something I have told only a handful of people.
Like Juanita, I too am a survivor of rape, and yes she’s right, it always lingers.
So, when I told her at the end of our chat that she was my hero, I meant it.
I also agree that it’s the strong, promising threads of hope which slowly but surely overtake the raw, vulnerable, and ugly pattern of rape and replace it with something new and amazing.
But yes, it still lingers.
Sadly, we’re part of a club, Juanita and me, and so many other women – it’s an unfortunate club to belong to, but we’re survivors, threading our way through life the best we can.
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