Dear John*,

Do you feel good about yourself and what you are doing to the children of Atlanta? As you abuse them, buy them, and leave them for the next man to use, you go deeper into a wound that myself and others around the city are trying to stitch up.

Some people see you driving down Peachtree Street and admire your Mercedes-Benz, but I see the real monster. When you are not looking I see you secretly sneaking into my neighborhood to abuse my best friend, my sister or maybe the girl who sits next to me in literature class.

You think you’re a king because you have control for a few hours, but in my eyes you are an ignorant coward. Do you really think you have the upper hand? The pain you inflict on innocent girls (and boys) not only hurts them, but also kills their families and the people who care about them — like me.

What do you get out of raping girls who could be your own daughters? Because that’s all you’re doing. Every girl is someone’s daughter.

What possesses you to commit murder? Every time you exchange pieces of your evil soul with these girls you take away parts of their souls.

But don’t worry, in due time you will reap what you sow. The pain you are causing this community will hit you in the head like a million tons of bricks.

Meanwhile, there are many of us who are helping girls learn to rebound from what you’ve done to them. Many of your victims will become survivors, with more strength and courage than you can imagine.

Sincerely,
Marjon Wolfe

*John is not just the name of an anonymous person. In this case, it means a person, specifically a male, who pays to have sex.