Laurie halse anderson6/21/2023 ![]() ![]() Their confused shame is heart-breaking and infuriating.Īfter my auditorium presentation, I typically visit a few classes for smaller group discussions about the themes of my book. ![]() No boy has ever come out and admitted to me that he raped someone, but a few have said, “I might have pushed things too far,” or “Well, we were drunk,” or “Things got out of hand and… she refused to talk to me after that night.” They don’t look me in the eye as they say this. He wants to help and doesn’t know how.Īnd then there are the half-confessions. He wants to kill the boy who hurt his friend. He wants to know the best way to help her because since it happened, she has been cutting herself, skipping school and getting high to avoid the pain. Sometimes he tells of a girl, a friend who has been raped. The boy, sweating, fidgeting, eyes downcast, tells me his story. ![]() Others come for advice about situations they don’t know how to deal with. Many more have been targeted by bullies at school. A few have been victims of sexual violence themselves. Those who want to talk to me alone wait until the last student leaves the auditorium or track me down in the library office, where I’m eating lunch. ![]()
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