Below is a compilation of “I am Jane Doe” phone calls I’ve received over the past week and a half. It’s only a relatively small percentage, as I haven’t always been in a position where I’ve been able to record. (No one needs to lecture me about New Jersey’s “one-party consent” laws, I’m very familiar.) Calls which I did not record include a handful of guys in their 20s who wanted to just neutrally chit-chat about stuff — not even really specifically about the Jane Doe controversy. Which was kind of interesting. I wasn’t able to record the craziest threat of them all, from when I was driving to Ithaca a few days ago, and a guy named “Ryan” called under a masked number to declare that I was going to be rounded up in the street with all the other “Little St. James enjoyer” pedophiles and executed with a bullet to the head. Then there was James from Michigan who called up and started screaming FUCKING RETARD PUSSY FAGGOT RAPIST, which I unfortunately did not record. I have also not been able to pick up every phone call, as I would’ve probably spent all day doing nothing else at the height of it. Anyway, I’m making the compilation available to paid subscribers only, because hey, freedom isn’t free:
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