It is the right time to reclaim the word 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 shoulder. “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. Continue reading “I am perhaps Not A assault that is sexual”—I am a target”