Sophomore year of college one of my best friends told me that after a party she had gone back to a room with a guy. She had been drinking, but not enough to lose control and by the time they reached his room she was sober. Unfortunately, he was not. He was not a stranger to her as they had met and had some good conversations for a few weeks prior to this event. Once alone, they kissed for a bit, but he quickly started to want more. As he was unzipping his pants, she told him and she did not want to go any further. Ignoring her, he held her down and stuck his penis into her mouth. I know what you may be thinking: Why didn’t she bite down or something? I asked the same thing. She was scared. She didn’t want him to turn any more violent than he already was. And can you blame her? He lived in a fraternity house where none of his brothers would have come to her aid. This was the same reason why she did not go to the campus police. The same thing happened a few years prior with a different guy and a different guy. The girl was publicly harassed, not just by the entire fraternity, but also by various sororities until she was forced to leave the school just to continue her education without ridicule. Even after pressing charges, the judges sided with the fraternity and justice was never met for her. My friend had a life planned out for herself. She did not want to uproot it and become an enemy of such a influential (and wealthy) group of people on campus. And so, she had stayed silent. What does justice look like for me? The school creating the resources for her to come forward without ridicule, to side with righteousness rather than money, and to have made it clear that “no” means no.