Some thoughts about Penn State
When I was in my final year of high school, I witnessed a sexual assault. At a trip to a model UN, in a hotel room. The perpetrator, like me, was a high school senior; I had known him since we were 4. The victim was 15; I'd known her for several years, as well. The party was an excuse for us seniors to drink legally a lot in a famous New York City hotel (the drinking age in New York was just 17 at the time). The girl shouldn't have been there... but she was, and had had too much. He took advantage, forcing her hands to place where they shouldn't have been. I could process what was happening, but not what to do about it. I froze. Pretended I didn't see. When he got up to get more drinks, I collected myself... and her. "You need to get out of here. I'm escorting you to your room now." I wasn't exactly proud of myself, just a bit relieved that it was over. None of us ever spoke about it again. I have spen...