I think the most outrageous reason I was told it was the woman's fault for being raped was....  "it's hard to hit a moving target." and laughed.   my husband decked the guy, stood over him and said.." yeah - you're right".  the fool on the ground didn't know I had been a victim of rape.  but he did know to stay down...I don't know whose eyes he had looked into, but not one of the four was sympathetic in the least.  I was just about to castrate the guy, so he was lucky.  I was raised in a big, mixed race family, big basketball playing guys, us rowdy, hell raising girls, in Chicago in the late 50's to mid 70's.  hell ya- I fought.  had to. I could and did, knock the snot out of a couple people and one of my giant brothers - on my birthday - I was so happy. never blow out my b day candles...     thank  god people weren't shooting each other then.  I can't hit the broadside of a barn, so I guess I would have been at a disadvantage.  see?  god puts us where and when we belong. :)