It is time to reclaim the expression target, writes Danielle Campoamor.
We sat for a kitchen area stool, shivering, while a tired, very nearly frustrated police haphazardly squeezed the medial side switch of their handheld radio perched atop their neck. “The target is just a 25-year-old feminine, brown locks, brown eyes, more or less 5’6’’, 120 pounds. Somewhat intoxicated, complaining of chest, wrist, and inner thigh discomfort. Feasible intimate attack. ” Your message “victim” had been suspended into the room between us, hefty and dense and threatening to suffocate me personally when I stumbled on terms in what had occurred simply half an hour prior, in a bed room straight above where we sat: I happened to be raped. I happened to be talking to an officer about my already-forming bruises. I happened to be being inquired about the clothing I happened to be using in addition to liquor I became consuming and my intimate history. Leer más