It’s wild reading this after so many years. It doesn’t feel long ago. Especially at a societal pace. More things with MeToo happened, but it certainly seems like how Justice is allocated to victims plays out exactly as described by the author. It is a fundamental aspect of living, to be required to violate your identity in society.

Even in the sense of what Justice is in capitalism, to think she would have had to file for restitution and that take an additional amount of time that’s carved out nebulously. Infractions to pile up to make it harder to get any kind of advocacy; no matter how poor.

I can’t recommend this memoir enough. It really does feel like a reclaiming of identity, in all its multifaceted parts. Even in the statement that everyone should have read by now, when she was unknown but her story is grounded in such specificity that it spoke to everyone. And here is more of that, in all the context and detail and structure constructed to draw further through lines from what happened to her and our culture.