To the editor:

I am a survivor. There was the teenage neighbor boy when I was 5, the stranger who exposed himself to me when I was 8, the nice college boy who drove me home from a party, only to wake up with his penis choking me. I never told anyone about what happened to me except for the flasher, because he kind of looked like Glen Campbell and I thought it was funny. You can be sure if that nice college boy showed up on TV about to be appointed to an important position I would tell on him like I’m telling you now.