“Yesterday I was killed,” Acosta’s post begins. “I refused to be touched, and they burst my skull with a stick. I got stabbed and was left to die bleeding.”

Her post continues, contrasting the pain of death with the humiliation of being blamed for it:

“Worse than death, was the humiliation that followed. From the time they had my dead body nobody asked where the son of a bitch that ended my dreams, my hopes and my life was. No, rather than that they started asking me useless questions… What clothes did you wear? Why were you alone? Why would a woman travel alone? You got into a dangerous neighborhood, what did you expect?”