Six years later, having just now emerged from a crippling world of shame and fear, isolated from friends and avoiding the gaze of those who knew me then and may have heard I was raped, I would like to take a moment to address what happened and raise my eyes from the cracked and sordid pavement. To address the people who lured me, inebriated and stumbling, from the college party. You left me vulnerable—literally without identity—to the violent elements of this city. Wow, you are bad people. You're like intellectually, morally, and emotionally devolved forms of protohuman, seeking power through physically and spiritually crushing other people. I'm done spending my energy fearing you.