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David Bowie's ex-wife Angie reveals she was raped in a hotel room by two men during the 1970s

Angie, David Bowie‘s ex-wife, has revealed she was drugged and raped in the 1970s – but she never told her husband. Married for 10 years from 1970 until 1980 Angie has revealed how she was raped by two men in New York at the height of Bowie’s fame.

Speaking to The Sunday Mirror, Angie now 69, discussed how she had woken up covered in blood on a bed with two men standing over her after having her drink spiked. She revealed that she thrashed out at the attackers before managing to exit the room.

She also opened up for the first time about the attack: “I never told David. I never gave him bad news. That wasn’t my job… He wouldn’t have been able to deal with that kind of thing. I just learned to block it all out. I ignored it… I’m not a survivor. I’m a warrior because that’s what you have to be.”

Recounting the harrowing experience that occured in 1974 Angie, then 24, was on a night out in New York with some of Bowie’s business associates, Bowie was flying out to Philadelphia to record.

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Angie says: “Everyone from our office and I went to the 82 Club. I didn’t drink, I didn’t do drugs. The rest of them were drinking. I had a Coca-Cola sitting at the bar and I was about to go and sit with them. I didn’t notice two South Americans putting a date rape drug in my drink. I collapsed and the men took me to the Seville Hotel in New York and raped me.”

Angie then came round to find the attackers there. “My dress, which was see-through silk, organza yellow, was covered in blood.”

Her dad, George M. Barnett, had fought in Asia during the Second World War and had given his daughter some vital advice. “I just remembered his advice and beat them up. But I didn’t go to the police. They wouldn’t help you. “

“Finally, when I was tired of punching, I went downstairs. I walked to the 82 Club and there was my driver Tony Massia standing next to the car.

“He was crying as he didn’t know what had happened to me. He saw my dress, and wiped tears from his eyes as we went to my apartment.

“Has the attack ever bothered me? Yes. Not the physical stuff, as I was unconscious, I don’t remember a goddamn thing. Beating them up? Sheer joy. If I had a sharp instrument I would have done a lot more.”