Notes on a Silencing

by Lacy Crawford

As though my choice on one night cost me the benefit of the doubt forever. The blanket projection of proto-consent, cast across all the days and nights of my life.

(A PhD program is an excellent place to mask self-hatred.)

But then the school went and did the same thing, denying my humanity, rewriting the character of a girl and spilling all her secrets to classmates to tempt them into shunning her.