How pictures posted to Facebook, allowed me to put a name to the face of my attacker, after 45 years of living with the depression and degradation of this incident, forever taking my virginity and never being able to identify, a nameless face in the dark.


Sexual assault by someone in the Jewish Community, that no one wants to believe he could do it.This incident happened to me in 1969, but I was just recently able to positively ID my attacker, through pictures he posted of himself and others from around that time, and where he stated he lived, in one of his comments on FB, which is exactly where this happened.

If there is any way you could help me publicize or point me in the right direction, to post this so others in Squirrel Hill, can know this about him, and if there are any other victims that will recognize him from my ID of him and this sexual assault. I'm searching for closure, and his denial of any knowledge of this assault, is denying me my closure, and possible reparations for something he has to own up to committing, since I have positively ID'd him.   Even though, Ms.Gerry Buncher, in his response to my email, telling him about an attack that happened in front of his house, by someone who looked like him, and I never accused him of being the person, I only alluded to the fact that, this attack happened to me, suspiciously, in front of his house, he was the one that, without even replying to me, blocks me and unfriends me, then, after I forwarded this information to his wife, Joe Bruno, he briefly unblocked me and replied, by saying that he thought someone had hacked my FB account, ya sure, then he says that he is not that person, maybe not now, but he was then, and he knows it, he just has to confess his sins, and pay me for the emotional and physical humiliation he made me endure. 


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As soon as he read this-He immediately unfriended me and blocked me from FB, for the second time, I would say that sounds like someone afraid to face his past. And I wouldn't normally want to involve others with something like this, but he gave me no choice but to expose him. I would appreciate if you could let others know from Sq. Hill, because, if I was just one of his victims, because it seemed like he was practicing on me that night, and maybe others that he accosted will recognize him, as I have, positively, since I saw the head and face of my attacker, which I saw through the button-holes, and it was Gerry, I'm sorry that we have to know this about him, but he caused it, because I gave him an opportunity to settle it and give me closure, and his response was, block it out. Please see if you can get him to confess to his demons, and reach out to me, since I have positively id'd him, through his pictures on FB. Believe me when I say, I found it very hard to believe he, my own camp counselor, from Emma Farm, would be capable of doing something like that, to a child, let alone any human being, but he did.Gerry Buncher - His rhetorical response to me:
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Marc,
The reason I blocked you from Facebook is because I thought someone hacked your account due to the accusations you made regarding me. I am not the person who did these horrible things to you. Imagine my surprise when you assumed it might be me who had violated you. I am not that person. You are making some very strong accusations, none of which I am or ever have been a part of. I am sorry you had to experience the trauma in your young life. I hope I have cleared up for your knowledge that I am not the person who assaulted you, nor do I know who is.
Gerry
Marc Lieberman-The reason it took me 45 years to put a name to the face I saw that night, in 1969.
Dear Gerry,

Thank you for your response, and I didn't write that letter in the beginning, to implicate you, personally, but while writing and remembering what happened to me that night, I found it very odd and coincidental that this particular incident was perpetrated on me, basically in front of your house, while I was walking down Denniston Ave., to go home.

Reading some of your comments, I only associated you because you said you lived on Denniston Ave., just past Hebrew Institute, and that's where this happened to me.
The reason it took 45 years for me to be able to make a positive id of Gerry Buncher, is through his pictures on FB, and what he looked like when he did this to me, and finding out that he lived exactly where this happened on the same street, same neighborhood, by a white man, desperate enough to strangle my throat from behind with a leather belt with a sharp knife underneath it..

I told you in the letter, that I did see who it was, and it did fit your physical description, and it seemed to me that this person was known to me from the IKC, at least I remember him as someone I had seen at the IKC, that's how familiar looking this white man, 19 or 20 yrs. old, 145 lbs., light brown hair, and 5'9", and the only thing that made me think of you, was where you lived, what you looked like, and that you desire homosexual encounters, probably at an age earlier than age 47, which you say in your blogs.

I only desire closure, and if this wasn't you, it was someone that physically looked like you, and was living in the same neighborhood as you, and I never expected to be able to identify this person, I only wrote to you, in the beginning, to just see if you ever heard about anything like this happening in your neighborhood,I only began to associate you with this because, I DON'T KNOW WHO DID THIS TO ME, but, I assure you that this did happen to me, right on your street in front of your house, and the guy looked like you, and desired homosexual gratification, at a young age.

If the circumstances of this incident were different in any way, ie.,if it was a black man or a different description in any way, that didn't resemble you, I never would have even insinuated an accusation to you that it was you, but being that the situation I was put in, was committed by someone your age at the time, and who looked like you, and it happened in front of your house, I associated you in my mind, as I was writing it, instead of asking you in the letter if you ever heard of this happening on your street, it turned into, you were the person in my mind.

Now, I'm back being the emotionally damaged person I am, with a terminal illness of mesothelioma, and still no closure to this unfair compromise of my virginity.

I wish that the Lord would finally expose the person responsible for doing this to me, and offer me an apology and pay me reparations for a life filled with emotional baggage from a forced homosexual encounter, that I did nothing to deserve, other than walking down a dark Dennniston Ave. just past Hebrew Institute, on the same side of the street as your house, and just past your house this happened to me, in 1969 or 70, not 1968, like I originally thought, but I'm sure it was the summer of 1969, because the moon landing was just the month before, so that's why I believe it was August, and it was a hot, dark night, in the alley where the old garages are between Shady and Denniston on Aylesboro,parallel to Denniston.

Of course, even if it was you or someone you knew, I never expected a confession, I only desire closure and writing about it, to someone I knew and trusted when this happened, was the only reason I was writing this to you, to try to achieve some kind of closure to this.

Gerry Buncher to me May 4, 2010 2:52 am Hey Marc, Coming out for me was difficult. I was sure I would hurt those I love if I even admitted the truths about me. It was for me admitting to something I thought made me less than and I had always strived fo more. I came out when I was 37 after realizing how much I never allowed anyone into my life, and how many villians I perceived, when in fact I was my own worst enemy. But coming out or coming to terms is so unique and so individual. My kids never had a problem with me being gay, once I stated that it was not a problem for me. Once I garnered up the courage to admit who I was and said it in no uncertain terms they both said, okay, who cares. Again, for me this worked. I can honestly say I love who I am and any fear of the truth no longer haunts me. I could not have come out sooner, but I surely made up the time missed being a man who happened to be gay. All a part of my life story. Hope some of this helps, and if talking is easier we can do that too. Lots of real reasons to keep a secret, but for me letting the secret go was a wonder drug. Gerry

August 7 at 11:15pm
Marc Lieberman As a sexual assault victim, I assert my right to disclose who my attacker was, after making a positive identification...........albeit...............45 years later, and still seeking closure.
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An example of how he lies throughout his blogging and commenting on FB.

The BULLY and CHILD MOLESTER:
Gerry Buncher
I was 47... years old when I finally permitted myself to look in the mirror and say, albeit in a quiet voice, “I guess I am really Gay”. It took two whole years to follow for me to admit that piece of my life to family and friends, but when I was able to release the pressure valve of fear, worry, intimidation I actually witnessed my body float about three feet off the Earth and felt as if I had just traveled into the stratosphere. Perhaps I am embellishing some facts, maybe I AM speaking the truth, but the recognition of self and self worth was a moment in my life which propelled me forward and I have tried my hardest to never stop that trajectory.

I think I was 49 years old when I finally matured enough to NOT fear words like HOMO or FAGGOT, and could actually look the ignorant angry caller of those words in the eye and tell them just how pathetic they were in using descriptions like that to fend off their own inhibitions and self hatred. It was tough, but the acknowledgment that I am NOT less then anyone else because I happen to love the way I do, was riveting and full of rebound. If I did not permit anyone else to own my identity, then in reality I HAD full control of my own destiny. I then began to involve myself in the political landscape of this nation trying to understand what civil rights, equal rights, equality and freedom really meant. I suppose I had never given all of that too much pause since I had never felt their importance until I realized just how often my freedoms had been denied. I had also discovered just how dangerous the dogma of religious fervor rurally was, and just how much priority it represented in our American political system.

Many of us have read the Supreme Court’s ruling on the rights of a corporation (Hobby Lobby) to usurp their religious personhood beliefs over actual persons who happen to be female. In a nation whose Supreme Court Justices ARE selected to the bench because of their partisan beliefs this ruling should come as no surprise. (Many of us should use this exact ruling to understand that an election of a President has far reaching consequences). I am angry as Hell, and feel betrayed because once again a population is being discounted, scapegoated and their rights are being ignored in the name of religion in a country whose history is based on freedom from religious persecution NOT on freedom for religion. I feel betrayed because I have a daughter, sisters, an aunt and good friends who seem to be considered second class citizens. I feel betrayed because it seems the name of Jesus Christ resonates louder then names like Washington, Madison, Adams, and Jefferson. I feel betrayed because as a Gay man I understand that divide and conquer is dangerous and usually leaves a winner and too many losers. I feel betrayed because once again I am witnessing a demographic of Americans who are considered anything but equal.

In the world of the T-Publican/Evangelical Christian/ FOX News/ Rush Limbaugh conservative radio listener true history is a burden and facts can only flow freely if they are somehow intertwined with the New Testament. Our Constitution is just a photo copy of a document meant to be abridged, obliterated and ignored. Jesus it seems was the first president, and the only person permitted to rule this nation. I was told as a Gay man that I would go to Hell, that I was not a true American and that I was less then. And now I am watching as the women of this nation are being treated with same disrespect, disregard, and disparaging remarks as I was, until I finally fought back. If you love your mother, sister, aunt, niece, best friends isn’t it time to look yourself in the mirror and FINALLY say this has to stoop with me. At 47 I rallied it was my CHOICE to make a difference in my life; now it is OUR choice to make a difference in the lives of the females we love, admire and respect.
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