I am perhaps Not just A intimate attack “survivor”—I am a target
It is time to reclaim the definition of target, writes Danielle Campoamor.
We sat on a home stool, shivering, while a tired, nearly irritated officer 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 upper body, wrist, and inner thigh discomfort. Feasible intimate attack. ” The phrase “victim” was suspended into the room between us, heavy and dense and threatening to suffocate me personally when I stumbled on terms by what had occurred just thirty minutes prior, in a bed room straight above where we sat: I became raped. (more…)