The founder of a support group for victims of Islamic sexual grooming gangs has been banned from Facebook for 30 days after she posted a video calling out the media for focusing on Islamophobia in the wake of a wave of Islamic terrorist attacks.
Toni Bugle, founder of Mothers Against Radical Islam and Sharia (MARIAS) has spent the last few years supporting the victims of Islamic persecution including gay apostates, women fleeing Islamic marriages, and girls dealing with years of abuse by sexual exploitation gangs.
Many of those she talks to have been turned away by social services and local authorities who don’t want to deal with the fall-out from Islamic persecution.
But after she posted a twenty-minute live video to her personal Facebook page last Wednesday she was banned from Facebook for 30 days, she believes following an accusation of Islamophobia.
(Warning: This letter contains violent and sexually explicit references)
I was very young when it started.
I have a very fuzzy memory of the very beginning. My childhood friend remembers me being picked up from a primary school by an older man and being given ketamine, coming home completely out of it, with lots of new underwear, so it began earlier than I remember. My parents worked a lot, so they weren’t really around to notice anything. My friend did at some point tell my parents, but I’m not sure when she did that.
We ended up moving areas, but not too far, now my earliest clear memory starts at around 13/14. We had moved house and I was waiting to be accepted into a school, from what I remember. This man, the very same man picking me up from primary school came to my parents’ home while they were out working, and while my brother was at his school. It was a morning. His name was Jason, I don’t know if he was a Muslim. He was 28 or in his early 30s.
I was quite naive. He had come to take photos of me for a modelling portfolio — at least that’s what he said. They ended up being pictures in my underwear. Eventually he said we needed a different environment and asked if there was a bedroom we could use. I took him to my parents’ bedroom. I thought nothing of it, I didn’t realise it would get worse.
He took more pictures. Then he told me to take everything off and gave me some stockings to put on. I remember the feeling of my stomach turning over, I was really scared. But I did as I was told.
(Warning: This article contains explicit descriptions of violence and sexual abuse.)
My story begins at the age of ten. I had been sexually abused by a lorry driver, and although the police were involved, I was too young to give evidence and so the man walked free from court.
I was the youngest child and not very close with my siblings. This event caused me to be even more awkward and withdrawn. I felt increasingly isolated and as though I had no one to turn to.
Dad’s best friend
My Dad had a best friend and I used to call him ‘Uncle’. He seemed to know that I felt out of place and different. If I got in trouble he’d invite me to come and sit on his knee. He’d take all of us for rides on his motorbike and he’d let me sit in front of him on the seat, protected, in between his legs and his arms. All other passengers had to sit behind him. This made me feel special.
At age fifteen, I began acting out at home. I was being bullied at school and I was miserable. My parents never knew about this because I didn’t confide in them. One night, after being sent to bed early for fighting with a sibling, Uncle B, who was in our house at the time, told my Dad that he’d take me over to his house and I could spend the night there. He was my Dad’s best mate and he had a wife and kids of his own. What could go wrong? I was excited to have someone looking out for me and taking an interest in my emotional well-being.
(Warning: This letter contains sexually explicit references.)
I call these years the lost years …
… because that’s exactly what they were. I was 14, my dad was working 12 hour shifts & I hardly seen him. My mum was a bad alcoholic at this point as she couldn’t cope with the loss of her dad.
My older brother left because he couldn’t cope with her & I had had enough of wiping her sick away, changing her & listening to her slurs. I started to hang around with the local shop gang, smoking weed & drinking.
I was in trouble at school & always fighting. A lad older than me began to tell me I was pretty etc & I felt flattered & wanted. He was 21 & we began a relationship. He took me to a house where I was introduced to heroin as naive as this sounds I really didn’t know that this was what it was.
After a month or so I started feeling really ill & was told it was heroin I had been taking it was the only thing that would make me feel better & now I had to start paying for it myself. So my life of crime started. I stole, shop-lifted & burgled commercial premises for my fix.
At 16 I had my son. I split with his dad & tried to get clean but he was taken away by social services at the age of one & placed with a family member due to my addiction this made me far worse. I was homeless & slept wherever I could, stealing food & drifting in & out of different circles. Eventually I became wanted by Staffordshire police & the girls I went ‘earning’ with & myself turned our attentions to the West Midlands.
I met many girls who were pimped out by Muslim gangs …
… given nothing more than a plastic coke bottle full of water to wash themselves with in between ‘punters’ on the streets of Birmingham. One of the girls I knew ended up this way controlled by fear & drug addiction.
What? Made her drink bleach, hit her round the head with a cricket bat, years of abuse, said that her friends were English slags and she is deemed not a vulnerable woman? He gets 18th month suspended sentence £1000 find and cannot contact her indefinitely. Wait it gets better he just got a contract with Leicester Cricket Club because he didn't get a prison sentence? Toni Matriot Bugle Toni Bugle you seen this? ... See MoreSee Less
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