Letter to Incarcerated Survivor: Ky Peterson

Precious Uloaku Amaechi

Ms.Friedman

Politics Of Sexual Violence

Nov 1st, 2025

Letter to Incarcerated Survivor

Dear Ky Peterson,

Hi. My name is Precious Uloaku Amaechi. I am a student at City College of San Francisco who was given an opportunity to write a letter to you. I read about your story, and thought to share some opinions about your case. The truth is that you don’t deserve the conditions that you’re going through right now. You did what you had to do to protect yourself. I am here today to apologize on behalf of law enforcement, who refuse to believe you. I am sorry you had to endure the pain from being sexually assaulted in your neighborhood. You’re a warrior.. A fighter who was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

It is so important for anti-violence activists to lend support to incarcerated survivors because we can’t solely rely on the government to solve all our problems. The system was never designed to protect people of color, so we need to take action in our own unique ways. By donating, protesting, and speaking against this broken system, we can start to see actual change happen. It is very important to understand that you are not a monster. You are a human being to me, who is a victim of a broken system.

I was born in a dangerous part of town, too. In San Francisco, I lived near Sunnydale, which had a lot of crime and corruption. Luckily, I moved out of my parents' house and into my own apartment. My main point is that just because your situation looks the way it does today, it doesn’t mean tomorrow will be the same. You have to keep believing in yourself that you will conquer this mix-up. You are NOT a bad person for defending yourself. Don’t allow the system to get you down. You have to remember that it was never designed for us to win. Keep fighting.

Sincerely,

Precious Uloaku Amaechi

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