No Moore: One Woman’s Dangerous War Against The Most Hated Man On The Internet, Revenge Porn Website Owner Hunter Moore
NOTE: This post was written by Charlotte Laws on XOJane.
I felt like Will Smith in “Enemy of the State.” I was being hunted, harassed and stalked by criminals with technological expertise. I had been thrust into an unexpected war. I felt exposed, vulnerable and alone on the front line. I had awoken a hideous network of villains and saboteurs, who were in pursuit of me, hoping to ruin my life. I had received creepy emails, backlash on Twitter and three death threats. My computer had been bombarded with viruses, and a technician had advised me to buy all new equipment because the malware was tough to remove.
"Also, be leery of unusual cars or vans in the neighborhood," the tech added.
"Why?" I asked.
"If someone wants to break into your computer network, he will need to be close to your house. That is, unless he has advanced skills. Then, he could gain access from anywhere."
I hurried home from the hardware store with my all-important purchase: heavy-duty padlocks. I knew I had to secure the gates at my residence, so that an intruder or a team of intruders could not access my backyard and possibly my home.
I pulled into my driveway and scanned the street, glad that the suspicious white car with the young, male driver was no longer present. It had been there on the previous evening, according to my daughter, Kayla. She’d seen it when she returned from work, and she had monitored it for several hours until it disappeared. She did not report the incident to me until the next day.
"Mom, why was there a guy in a white car, watching our house last night?"
Because she had no knowledge of the “be leery of unusual cars or vans” warning by the computer technician, I could not accuse her of paranoia.
I affixed padlocks to the gates, and the phone rang. It was like a gun. It had become a powerful way to threaten and to terrorize me. It was one of my enemy’s weapons. I reluctantly picked up the receiver.
"We know where you live," a muffled male voice spoke. "Your life will be ruined." He hung up.
A caller that morning had told me I would be raped, tortured and killed. I glanced out the front window. The night had once looked innocent and peaceful, but suddenly it seemed ominous and dangerous. Then I logged onto my computer to see whether the Twitter backlash against me had ceased. It had not. But there was an odd message on my feed, which read, “Please follow me. I need to direct message you.”
I did as I was instructed, and the interaction resulted in a bizarre phone call. Just as “Enemy of the State” protagonist Will Smith got aid from Gene Hackman — an off-the-grid, former government agent — I was being offered assistance.
"Don’t worry. We’re going to protect you. We’re computer experts," were the first words uttered by a man nicknamed "Jack," who claimed to be an operative with the underground group, Anonymous.
I knew little about the famous, decentralized network of activists and hacktivists, who are sometimes called “freedom fighters” or digital Robin Hoods, so I conducted Google searches during our half-hour phone conversation.
"Jack" instructed me on how to protect my computer network and explained in detail how he and a buddy planned to electronically go after the man who had been threatening me and who had been urging his devotees to follow suit. He then uttered the name of the person who has become the most well-known online face of revenge porn: a man named Hunter Moore.
"We know Hunter and his followers have been attacking you on Twitter. We will go after him and we won’t stop until he stops victimizing people," he said. (xoJane reached out to Moore to comment for this story, but received no response.)
I felt better after the call, but wondered if it had been a practical joke. Was this really the notorious group Anonymous or was I being duped? Did I have an ally or would the stalking and emotional harassment escalate into physical violence against my family? I would learn the truth within 24 hours.
Leighton, what is your thought?
so today it snowed for the first time this year and ive naturally been online all day and didnt know so i went to take out the garbage in bare feet and stepped in an inch snow and i just yelled "what the fUCK" and i just heard my neighbour in his backyard go “oh my god she’s outside”
okay seriously what the fuck this wasnt that funny
Your daily shades of the sky forecast.
Monday - turquoise.
Tuesday - taupe.
Wednesday - robin’s egg.
Thursday - turquoise-taupe.
Friday - coal dust.
Saturday - coal dust with chances of indigo in the late afternoon.
Sunday - VOID.
I’m sick of getting dropped or ignored by some blogs just because my muse isn’t jumping and crawling all over them. there are things called enemies/platonic or just friends or whatever…. and i’m annoyed…so if you could just reblog this so that I can have a bit of reassurance about this..it’d be very appreciated
Simon is all “Good going, little bro, you made something of yourself.” and Cecil is like “Why is this man touching me”
So today is my 19th birthday and my parents have been super secretive about my cake for like a week. Turns out they searched through months worth of NightValeRadio tweets to find a birthday related one for my cake. And the people at the cake place had absolutely no idea what it was referring to and still have no clue what the design was all about.
THIS. I WOULD LIKE A THIS PLEASE.