Then, too, Eatonville seemed to be the kind of place where a man like John could stretch out his limbs without the irritation of some plantation boss’s foot on his neck.
my stomach burned and turned and I yelled out, upset that after fighting against rape and overcoming it, I feel like I’ve been abandoned by everyone I. I yelled out, “you’re harassing a rape victim,” as some people talked loudly in the yard behind me apartment. Then I got some food and sat down.
