Anyway...I was talking with one student about her research paper. In the course of our discussion, she told me that she works in a day care center and is a single mother, as her mother was. Also like her mother, she doesn't know for certain who her father is, although, she says, she believes that he is the man who molested her when she was a child. She says she didn't talk about it until just a year ago, about seven or eight years after it happened.
My tears ducts filled like water balloons; I could just barely keep from spilling them over. I think she noticed. I think she also noticed that she was probably even closer to tears than I was. The reason why she was so close to tears is also the reason why she probably knew why I was so close to tears.
Being in each others' presence may have done us some good; being in that room and that building probably didn't. I was, therefore, tempted to tell her to take her kid and get as far away from her neighborhood, and the college, as soon as she can. Really, it's just an extension of what she's always known, from the style and layout of the buildings to the police-state atmosphere. In other words, it's part of what caused her to withhold the story of her molestation: the expectation of judgment rather than empathy. Someone would've told her that it happened to her because she didn't do as she was told.
How is anybody supposed to get an education under those conditions?