One party, and I was hooked:

I first met Mark Judge and Brett Kavanaugh in approximately 1980-1981. I was introduced to them at a house party that I attended in the Washington, D.C. area.

Kavanaugh was only 14 or 15 when it all started, but it was like heroin–I couldn’t stop myself:

Following that first introduction, I attended well over ten house parties in the Washington, D.C. area during the years 1981-1983 where Mark Judge and Brett Kavanaugh were present.

Maybe it was the “grinding.” Maybe it was the the “demeaning manner” in which he spoke. Maybe it was that “mean drunk” part of him that made me keep going back to those parties over and over. It was hypnotic.

I observed Brett Kavanaugh drink excessively at many of these parties and engage in abusive and physically aggressive behavior toward girls, including pressing girls against him without their consent, ‘grinding’ against girls, and attempting to remove or shift girls’ clothing to expose private body parts. I likewise observed him be verbally abusive towards girls by making crude sexual comments to them that were designed to demean, humiliate and embarrass them. I often witnessed Brett Kavanaugh speak in a demeaning manner about girls in general as well as specific girls by name. I also witnessed Brett Kavanaugh behave as a ‘mean drunk’ on many occasions at these parties.

Then there was this–and I couldn’t help returning to see more of it, like a moth drawn to a flame:

I also witnessed efforts by Mark Judge, Brett Kavanaugh and others to cause girls to become inebriated and disoriented so they could then be ‘gang raped’ in a side room or bedroom by a ‘train’ of numerous boys. I have a firm recollection of seeing boys lined up outside rooms at many of these parties waiting for their ‘tum’ with a girl inside the room. These boys included Mark Judge and Brett Kavanaugh.

Even this couldn’t stop me:

In approximately 1982, I became the victim of one of these ‘gang’ or ‘train’ rapes where Mark Judge and Brett Kavanaugh were present. Shortly after the incident, I shared what had transpired with at least two other people. During the incident, I was incapacitated without my consent and unable to fight off the boys raping me. I believe I was drugged using Quaaludes or something similar placed in what I was drinking.

Because that was only 1982, and I kept attending those parties through 1983, as I just explained.

Something was wrong, very wrong. I finally had to admit it: I was a gang-rape-party addict.

I had to say it, I had to own it. I had to put myself into the hands of a higher power and say, “Stop!”

And I did stop somehow. Or maybe, since Brett Kavanaugh graduated from prep school in 1983, the parties stopped and I was forced to wean myself.

I don’t know to this day. But I know that I’m not the same person that I was back then. Back when I was in the grip of an addiction that it seemed I would never be able to shake.

Posted by Charlotte Allen