My first updated selfie for the first time in what feels like a long time. The bags under my eyes are so puffy from crying; reading all the Facebook msg, texts, shares, calls, snapchats, and comments of all the support I received since yesterday. Even the NPD called me to say sorry about how my case has been handled. I could hear the shake and crack in the voice when the NPD apologized.

My first updated selfie for the first time in what feels like a long time. The bags under my eyes are so puffy from crying; reading all the Facebook msg, texts, shares, calls, snapchats, and comments of all the support I received since yesterday. Even the NPD called me to say sorry about how my case has been handled. I could hear the shake and crack in the voice when the NPD apologized.

Deidre’s Story

On August 2, 2018 I woke to a man raping me.

The night before this happened, I was visiting an old friend and had four beers and then two shots of alcohol she had shared with me. During the visit two other women came over, and not too long after that, the man who raped me came over for a haircut. The last thing I remember before blacking out was going out to get food with the two ladies that came over to say hello.

The next time I was conscious, the perpetrator was rough me. After he got done raping me, he begged the girl that was sleeping right next to me to have sex. She was blacked out and did not respond. The next time I woke up, I woke up in the same house but in a different room to the rapist telling me “I’m so fucking horny right now” and him pulling off my underwear and shorts. I woke up again when I felt him pulling my underwear and shorts back on me. I blacked out after he did so.

I woke up and found myself crying, walking in the streets of Nome in shorts and thin jacket. I made myself stay awake because I was scared, I would find myself being raped again. At the time, I was staying with a family member at Aurora Inn, so I walked back to our hotel room. By this time, it was around seven in the morning. I had called multiple friends that I knew lived in Nome.

The last call I made was to a close friend of mine who agreed to pick me up. Within minutes she picked me up and rushed me to the hospital. I was extremely traumatized; screaming, crying, and yelling. I had to take an anxiety pill just to get my exam done. They collected many pieces of evidence and pictures of my body, which had several injuries from what had happened to me.

That same day, on August 2,2018, police officer X came to the hospital to write a written report for my rape case. This was the first and last time I heard from the Nome police department. It has been over a month and I have not gotten any calls from the NPD about an update on my rape case.

The officer did not interview any of my friends who say me or talked to me after it happened even if they are considered witnesses. There is no charge listed on Courtview and his name was never in the paper. The investigation seemed to come to a stop as soon as the perpetrator said it was consensual. However, it was in no way consensual and there was evidence such as bruising on my neck from being strangled and scratches and bruises all over my body.

Since this happened, I had had close friends of the perpetrator contact me telling me how much of a nice guy he is and how he would never intentionally hurt another person. I have had close friends of mine from Nome tell me rumors of how I made everything up and that I injured my own body. I had had people tell me how my perpetrator is selling everything he owns so he can get a good lawyer.

I feel so hurt because of everything that happened to me and everything that the NPD has failed to do. I’m hurting because the NPD told me the next and only step was to get a glass warrant which never happened. I was not given any other options and I feel the NPD failed to go further with the investigation.

I thank you Bun Hardy for choosing not to be quiet. It if wasn’t for you, I would not stop my voice from screaming so someone can hear my story.

Deidre Levi, 21 years old

[Deidre initially published this piece on her Facebook page. She also shared her story with ADN]