When Naming Isn’t Enough
No matter how inexperienced I was, I didn’t deserve what he did.
Aug 31, 2018 · 18 min read

On my last night in Georgia, I tried to focus on the mundane: Clorox wipes and 409 spray, a sponge and an old toothbrush, on my hands and knees in a t-shirt and underwear, scrubbing the refrigerator and kitchen floor. Sweat rolled down my neck and I paused to breathe…


