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I walked across the University of Texas campus on a warm, breezy night in April, trying my best not to look too middle-aged. It had been half a lifetime since I lugged my backpack across these sidewalks as a freshman from Dallas, clad in steel-toe Doc Martens and a big flannel shirt from the men’s department because I was always looking for ways to hide and smother my vulnerability.


Now I made my way to the main mall, where a modest group of students was gathering for a Take Back the Night rally at the base of the Tower. I couldn’t get over how young everyone looked. Bodies still developing, pimply skin, round cheeks yet to hollow. Perhaps part of being forty is completely forgetting what nineteen looks like. I’d thought a rally against s3xual violence would be clamorous, students screaming into a megaphone, but what surprised me was the gathering’s gentleness. There were water bottles for anyone wanting to “practice self-care.” Gift bags containing cookies and a CD with guided relaxation exercises. Counselors on hand to talk. This was the fabled trigger-warning environment of the twenty-first-century American university, the one that may or may not be coddling today’s youth. It was also a welcome reprieve from the Internet, where conversations about sexual assault often devolve into door slamming and plate throwing. For the next ninety minutes, what I heard from the audience of sixty or so students was something the Internet too rarely offers: respectful silence.


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