The Secret Revenge of an Assault Survivor
At 11, Estela killed her rapist and fled to the U.S. Fifty years later, she’s revealing the story that made her the resilient woman she is.
At 11, Estela killed her rapist and fled to the U.S. Fifty years later, she’s revealing the story that made her the resilient woman she is.
My arranged marriage was violent from the start. When I couldn't take it anymore, I decided to burn it all down, starting with myself.
The tabloids called us “Mommy and Clyde.” This is what it was really like to be raised by a murderous sociopath—and how I finally found a moral compass behind bars.
When I went to prison I was black. By the time I got out 11 years later I was crazy, fascist and white.
I always dreamed of helping people, but I put it all on hold to raise my kids. Now that I've found my calling, I'm facing upheaval at home.
My brute strength and wrestling skills made me a natural fit to maintain order. But what I really wanted to do was help people.
He was the only man with the power to unite my militant black power group and his civil rights movement. Then, 49 years ago today, a single bullet changed history.
When my family’s fortune suddenly went kaput, I discovered a talent for convincing unsuspecting saps that I can read the future.
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