Justice is the man who raped me when I was a child of 10, being held accountable for his crimes.
Justice looks like that 10 year old child knowing she’s done nothing wrong and being able to seek the comfort she needs from her mother, instead of closing down in silent shame and confusion for over a decade.
Justice looks like my friend who found me unconscious after the rape coming forward and talking to me, rather than being scared and covering it up since the same thing probably happened to her.
Justice looks like women who have experienced sexual violence being listened to and validated, being told that what was done to them was not only wrong but a crime.
Justice looks like girls and women being allowed to heal, reclaim their bodies, their power and dignity.
Justice is being able to report crimes of sexual violence, even those 25 years ago, without the terror of being accused of lying or fabrication.
Justice is men like this rapist being unable to do any further harm to any other girl or woman on this planet.