October 7, 2011:
She hates the way men look at her.
How she felt walking into a meeting of La Raza Unida, when the men all leered. Of course she'll never go back. I was impressed with the little shudder of horror which passed through her voice.
Then when we hugged goodbye. That really was holding me, she was perceptibly frightened, and I felt real feelings from her, real feelings. And she held it for a long time, held me.