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Two brothers will spend the next 30 years in prison for the terrifying home invasion and rape of a mother and her 14-year-old daughter.
Two brothers will spend the next 30 years in prison for the terrifying home invasion and rape of a mother and her 14-year-old daughter.
Reggie and Deondre Bishop, 32 and 31 respectively, were two of the three men who broke into a home in Bryant Ave N, Minneapolis, at 11 p.m. on July 19, 2015, armed with guns and wearing white masks, according to a news release from Hennepin County Attorney's Office on Tuesday .
They then pulled the 14-year-old girl upstairs and shouted at her mother for money. After searching for it, they proceeded to rape the mother and her daughter, before leaving with televisions, a laptop and cellphones.
Speaking to the court on Monday, the mother gave an impact statement, in which she noted that Reggie Bishop had "laughed and joked" his way through the court case.
The Hennepin County Attorney's Office told BringMeTheNews that Bishop also didn't take the sentencing seriously, to the extent that District Judge Jay Quam had to ask him if he was paying attention.
"He'll have [at least] 7,300 days to laugh his way through prison," Hennepin County Attorney Mike Freeman announced in a press statement . "He’ll have to explain to his children why he’s in prison."
According to the criminal complaint, the mother and daughter were tied up with pillow cases placed over their heads, and threatened with torture if they didn't say "where the money was."
They were then brought upstairs where they were sexually assaulted, with the mother able to see her daughter being assaulted, at one point with a gun being pointed at her head.
During the impact statement, the victim said it took her daughter "several months" before she could describe what she went through.
"How does a grown man torture and rape a 14-year-old girl?" she asked the court. "How do you say ‘Now you know what the bad guys look like…’ Twenty years is not long enough. Every single day, I hope he hates himself."
The Bishops joined 32-year-old Roynell Taylor in being sentenced to 30 years in prison for the crime.
They were each convicted of two counts of first-degree criminal sexual conduct and one count of first-degree burglary.
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ABC11 is not identifying either the mother or her daughter because of the nature of the allegations.
The mother said the trouble began last Saturday night after the teen met up with two other girlfriends at a McDonald's restaurant on New Bern Avenue in Raleigh. That's when one of the girlfriends called her friends, who happened to be three guys.
When they showed up, the girls followed them to an apartment in Holly Springs.
"She's sweet. She cares for others. All she was trying to do was protect those other girls," said the mother.
The girl's mother said the guys gave the underage girls Four Loko. The malt-liquor based drink has about as much alcohol as four 12-ounce cans of beer.
"The guys didn't drink this drink," said the mother. "They drank another kind of beer and the girls got drunk really quick."
Her daughter sensed her surroundings had gotten out-of-control and locked herself in a bathroom. However, one of the guys threatened to shoot her if she didn't come out. So she opened the door and then passed out. When she came to, she said the same man was raping her.
"To the man, she said, 'I'm a good girl. Don't! Please don't,'" said the mother. "And she said, 'stop!'"
The teen managed to escape but not before all three guys allegedly raped one of her other friends. The girl said that her friend was under the powerful influence of Four Loko.
"I want to be able to forgive this man one day," said the mother. "But I just can't right now because he stole my baby's virginity. She was saving herself for marriage. She was a good girl."
In addition to wanting arrests in the case, the mother told ABC11 she'd like to see Four Loko taken off the shelf. She said the level of alcohol contained in the fruity beverage is not immediately apparent to an inexperienced drinker - and could be considered equivalent to a date-rape drug.
"I just want them to find these guys so they don't hurt anybody else again," she said.
Four Loko came under strong pressure from the Food and Drug Administration in 2010 for its high combination of alcohol and caffeine. The maker voluntarily reformulated the drink to remove the caffeine and other stimulants, but it still contains up to 12-percent alcohol.
The Federal Trade Commission also expressed concerns last year because it said Four Loko was marketed as a single-serving beverage but contains as much alcohol as 4-5 beers.
"Deception about alcohol content is dangerous to consumers, and it's a serious concern for the FTC," said David Vladeck, Director of the agency's Bureau of Consumer Protection in a news release issued October 3.
The FTC said Four Loko's maker agreed to put information about alcohol content on the label and to make the cans re-sealable.

A mother and her 10-year-old daughter are raped by a late-night thief in their house.

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A mother and her 10-year-old daughter are raped by a late-night thief in their house. ...
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After successfully breaking into their house at around 3.00am, he knocked out the woman, tied her to the bed she slept on and raped her. Done, he turned to her 10-year-old daughter and did the same.
At around 6.00am, the cocky burglar causally walked out of the house with the woman’s mobile phone and sh15,000, according to the statement recorded at police.
After an intensive search, police has since netted Robert Niyonzima, aged 24 as the main suspect of the early week agonizing incident.
The victims live in a single-roomed house in Kabiri, Makindye suburb.
Identified as a casual labourer (porter) at a building next to the victim's home, the accused remains detained at Katwe police station.
The defiled girl whose identity was withheld is in bad shape at Mulago hospital where she was admitted following the incident, Katwe police boss Richard Ecega revealed.
According to the woman's written statement to police she felt ashamed and failed to disclose the incident to her neighbours but what prompted her to reach police was the worsening condition of her daughter.
According to his recorded statement at Katwe police, Niyonzima “confessed to the accusations but blamed it on the influence of alcohol," Ecega said.
The offender claimed he left a nearby drinking spot and decided to head to the victims’ home since they lived in the same village.
"We are to take Niyonzima for an HIV test on Friday [today] at the national referral hospital in Mulago before forwarding his file to court," Ecega said.
The police official added that Niyonzima is being held on four charges of burglary, theft, defilement and rape as investigations are still ongoing.

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In seconds my world came tumbling down
Emma Charles thought that she and her family were living a normal life. But then she discovered that her husband had been sexually abusing their daughter Tamsin since the age of ten. Twelve years on, Emma recalls that devastating day and the traumatic events that followed
In many ways, we were an ordinary family – mum, dad, two kids, a Volvo in the drive. And in some ways we weren’t so ordinary. As a ship’s engineer, my husband Daniel worked away from home for up to four months at a time. But I never for a moment dreamt that we were extraordinary – until that day.
It started out fine, that Tuesday in December 1996. Our younger daughter, Claire, 13, was at school, and I was looking forward to spending some time with Tamsin, who had just broken up for the holidays. At 15, she was a weekly boarder at a specialist school for high-ability dyslexics.
We chatted about what she was going to do. That was when the first hint of discord arose. Tamsin and I squabbled, like all mothers and daughters. But that day she was impervious to reasoned argument. She began making hurtful personal attacks on her father and me, something she had never done. At bedtimewe kissed goodnight, but for the first time we parted with a coolness between us.
The following evening, I was in the living room when she burst in, flung a piece of paper at me and stormed out. ‘I have to leave or he has to,’ she had written. ‘And you seem to need him. And f*** you, you probably won’t believe me anyway.’ She was talking about her father – telling me that he had been sexually abusing her for the past five years. In the seconds it took me to absorb her words, my world came tumbling down.
I found her down the road with her dog. ‘Come home and tell me about it,’ I begged. She looked into my eyes and must have been reassured by what she saw. ‘He won’t leave me alone,’ she cried. ‘He’s always feeling me up. He brushes against my breasts so I know it’s not accidental, but he could persuade someone else it was.’
Hope blossomed in my mind. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding, an over-tactile father who would have to learn to respect his daughter’s personal space. ‘Has he ever touched you between your legs?’ I asked. ‘Last time he was home on leave,’ she sobbed.
Tears were falling from my eyes as I looked up the number for social services and picked up the phone. I just knew I had to do the right thing.
Daniel and I had been married for 18 years. I was 27 when we met, working as a medical photographer; he was a year older and at college, studying for his Second Engineer’s certificate. He was tall and slim with auburn hair and blue-grey eyes and a full beard and moustache. And he was gentle, laid-back – all the things I wasn’t. Within a week, I had decided he was the man with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life. We married the following year.
I hadn’t wanted children. It was Daniel who felt that we wouldn’t be a ‘proper family’ without them. Tamsin was conceived two years after our wedding, and Claire came along two and a half years after that. As it turned out, I loved being a mother and Daniel was good with the girls as babies. But as they grew up, he changed. His own parents had been authoritarian, and not reluctant to use a belt to hit their children. He, too, resorted to smacking and violence.
One incident in particular stands out. When the girls were seven and four, I noticed ‘fingertip’ bruising on Claire’s arm. I really went for Daniel, threatening to kick him out if he couldn’t control his temper. He was angry with me for taking him to task; but when he realised I was serious, he backed down and apologised. Over and over again, we talked about what was reasonable behaviour and over and over he agreed with me. But his efforts to improve never lasted long.
Why did I stay with him if things were so bad? Well, they weren’t bad all the time. Mostly, we had a good family life. I knew the harm that divorce causes to children. I still loved Daniel and I thought we could make it work. Until that day.
Tamsin, aged four, and her 18-month-old sister, Claire
Daniel was in the Far East when Tamsin wrote her devastating note. Social services set up an appointment for the following Monday. Meanwhile, I had to address another horrible thought. Gently, I asked Claire if her dad had ever touched her. ‘He used to come and give me back rubs,’ she replied. ‘But I liked that…’ ‘Nothing else?’ I asked. ‘He asked me to take off my T-shirt, but I just said no. And once he tried to give me a tummy rub, but I wouldn’t let him.’
It was becoming clearer now. Claire has always been an upfront child. Whenever anything was worrying her, she would come and tell me. If only Tamsin had been the same.
I’m not going to describe Tamsin’s statement to social services. Listening to her engraved pictures on my mind which I still have trouble banishing today. The police also took statements and arranged a medical examination. Several weeks later, Daniel was arrested as he stepped off a flight from Jakarta. DC Barbara White from the sexual offences unit called later to tell me: ‘He’s admitted everything. It’s a very credible confession. He wants me to tell you that he’s never raped Tamsin, and he’s never been unfaithful to you with anyone else.’
I cried my eyes out. Even though I was convinced Tamsin had been telling the truth, still a tiny part of me had hoped it was all a mistake.
Daniel was bailed, with strict conditions not to approach either Tamsin or me. I had imagined that he would be feeling crushed and placatory. I was soon to discover how little I knew him. Within a few days, a letter from him arrived informing me that his mother was bitter that I had not kept our troubles ‘within the family’. So that was it. I was to be blamed for reporting the abuse. This was my first experience of the denial which abusers use to protect themselves from acknowledging the harm they have caused. Who is protected by dealing with such matters within the family? Only the abuser.
For the sexual assault on his daughter, Daniel was sentenced to 12 months’ imprisonment and placed on the Sex Offenders Register for five years. The case took ten months to come to court and was finally heard in October 1997. When people asked me that year how I was coping, I said I had pencilled in a nervous breakdown for November. In the event, it didn’t happen. I didn’t have the time. Tamsin needed all my energy.
Tamsin went downhill quickly. The first signs were strange attacks, which she called freakies. They are difficult to describe. Her body was there, but the rational person that was Tamsin disappeared. Instead there was a frightened creature which threw itself at walls and on the floor, and scratched itself incessantly. I spent many evenings desperately holding her hands to stop her scratching out her eyes until the prescribed tranquilliser could take effect.
For a while, she underwent counselling and we got a brief glimpse of the old Tamsin – a normal teenager full of fun and laughter. But then she went downhill again. Two years after she first disclosed the abuse, she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, where nurses found her scraping away at her wrist with a knife. When they took the knife away, she continued to scratch with her nails. She talked about hearing bad voices – the Doctors, she called them. One night, after she was discharged, I found her shaving the skin off the back of her hand with a razor. ‘Don’t be angry with me,’ she begged. ‘I didn’t want to do it. It was the Doctors; they made me!’
Five-year-old Tamsin enjoying a family day out
For six desperately anxious months, we worried that Tamsin was schizophrenic. But psychiatrists eventually concluded that she had been suffering from a neurotic, rather than psychotic illness. As new medication began to work, life calmed down and there were no more voices or self-harming. It was by no means the beginning of the end of our story; but perhaps it was the end of the beginning.
I, too, underwent counselling to unravel my confused feelings. There have been those who, on hearing our story, have expressed amazement that I had just accepted Tamsin’s word when she told me her father had been abusing her, without first giving Daniel a chance to have his say. I can’t explain it. Partly it was because I knew from reading about the subject in newspapers and magazines that children seldom, if ever, lie about abuse. Partly it was because I knew that Tamsin was a truthful person. But mostly it was that somewhere deep inside I had known instinctively that she was telling the truth. Afterwards, odd bits of behaviour and events began to click into place.
One of the difficulties when a relationship ends abruptly is that there is no proper closure. I never got the chance to say goodbye to Daniel. People didn’t expect me to grieve for him because of what he’d done; but this was the man with whom I had spent half my life. I came to understand that without grief there can be no final acceptance.
Another insight was the realisation that the pain of Daniel’s betrayal will never go away. Again the answer is acceptance, because without acceptance nothing changes. Daniel served six months of his sentence. Our only contact with him since has been through solicitors.
Today I can look more objectively at our experiences. When Tamsin revealed the abuse, some friends found it hard to accept. Daniel doesn’t look peculiar or behave in a peculiar way. He w
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