Weekly World News:
Nov. 25th 1997
Westerners were horrified when English (!) nurse Lucille McLauchlan
was recently sentenced to 500 lashes in Saudi Arabia. But Lucille
would not be the first Western woman to be publically flogged in
the Moslem country. Danielle Pantinella of East Orange, New Jersey
went through the same painful and demeaning experience when she
received a dose of Islamic "justice" there in 1989. Here,
exclusively for Weekly World News readers is Danielle's chilling
(!) account of her horrific ordeal.
"For the love of Allah please stop! Please don't whip me again!"
Tears streaming down my cheeks, my voice quaking in craven terror,
I let out that pitiful cry as the Saudi guard raised the bamboo
whip-cane high above his head and prepared to bring it down on my
back for the 50th time. My body ached from the strokes that had
bitten into my bare flesh and I was woozy from the pain. But when
I heard the jeering roar of approval, I knew my captors would show
As I heard the the awful sound of the cane swishing through the
air once again, I passed out. And in that moment of darkness my
mind drifted back to the day when the nightmare had begun.
At the time I was a naive 18 year old college student visiting
Saudi Arabia. I was having a ball, but was running low on cash.
I wandered into a store in the capital, Riyadh where I made the
biggest mistake of life. I tried to sneak off with a bag of potato
chips I hadn't paid for and the owner promptly spotted me. He called
the police and the next thing I knew I was under arrest. I was thrown
in a jail cell in the police station. Later on a judge sentenced
me to 75 strokes of the cane for shoplifting.
The next morning I was loaded into a truck with six guards, who
drove me to the market square.
To my horror, they ordered me to unbutton the back of my prison
shift and bend over the back of a chair they had brought along.
Two guards held my hands to keep me in position. Adding to my humiliation,
hundreds of shoppers gathered around to gawk.
I looked back over my shoulder - and saw that one of the other
guards had raised a long thin bamboo cane and was about to bring
it down. I closed my eyes and braced myself.
There was a loud swishing sound and I felt a sharp, stinging pain
across my butt, as if I had been stabbed with a knife. I winced
and tears began to roll down my cheeks, but I was determined I wouldn't
give the onlookers the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
One after another, the strokes whipped down across my back, thighs
and buttocks in a crisscrossing pattern. And every time the cane
cut into me, the crowd shouted in delight. I heard one woman cry
out, "Give the infidel what she deserves!"
Finally, I couldn't hold it back. I began to howl in agony and
begged for mercy - then I collapsed into unconciousness.
When I came to hours later, I was back in my bunk in the jail cell.
The backs of my thighs, my bottom and my lower back were striped
with dozens of painfully swollen welts. I was released and you can
bet I hopped on the first plane back to the U.S.!