But now, looking back, she says the most important thing is that she got out. “It’s a very important word—shame—and it’s a very important thing to talk about,” she told Sawyer. “We all do the best we can, and our best is good enough.” [paragraph break] Critics say that the reckoning the #MeToo movement has caused is dangerous, springing up overnight to blindside men who never intended to do harm. Still others say it’s a sore that has festered for decades—even centuries. No matter what side of the argument you land on, the Kappas who have helped shape the movement have started a powerful conversation. Perhaps it flickers and dies amid backlash. Or perhaps it starts a revolution that dismantles the status quo that has long allowed the powerful to cross sexual boundaries and to threaten retaliation and ruination to anyone who speaks against the system. Either way, it’s a conversation that is sorely needed. And who better than Kappas to lead the …show more content…
After blowing the whistle on him, he was removed from school and lost his teaching license because the teachers union backed him. He had done terrible things to young girls. During college, I was raped by a man—in my own room. After college, a man three times my age made advances on me in a law firm I worked at in Dallas, Texas. I reported him and they moved his cubicle, but nothing else. By the time I turned 26, I had been molested, raped, and targeted by men. I reported and asked for help, but all they ever got was a slap on the wrist, and I received no support. ONLINE Alexandra Lorraine Hayman, Elmhurst “It needs to stop.” I'm 22 and I've been sent messages from men I don't know: photos of men's body parts, sex videos, asked if I want to have sex, called names like "baby," "honey," "daughter," "sweetie," and asked to share inappropriate photos of myself. It needs to stop. AT SCHOOL Liz Klaffenbach Rich, Westminster “The school said they’d talk to me after they talked to him about his behavior. I never heard anything.” I was out with friends at a bar and was the last in a line of us walking through the crowd. The guy behind me, who I knew casually from school, grabbed my butt cheeks. There was nowhere to turn in the crowd so I didn’t do anything. Later that night while