In Karachi, Pakistan, where I live, it's difficult to reconcile my antipathy toward religion with making friends.
My rapist came from the same insular Indian-American community at my university as I did. Why did that make it harder for people to believe what happened?
As a black man I'd learned to fear the police. Then the police became my family.
The gray area where the leaked information resides — between public and private, prurient and illuminating — might not be the exception, but the new normal.
Science tells us.
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