“He was so blacked out, he was like still asleep; his eyes were closed,” she says.
“I was watching his face, but his face didn’t move at all.
Tribal elders who commanded respect, but whose behavior didn’t.
Jane spoke about her own abuse and described in detail what has been horrifyingly typical for the people around her: A local woman who was gang raped until she could “barely walk.” A young boy who was sexually assaulted by an older man and later killed himself.
Their stories had rocked the small community, too, but the fresh feeling “didn’t really stick,” Jane admits.
“It went back like the old way.”In its short history as a state, Alaska has earned an unnerving epithet: It is the rape capital of the U. At nearly 80 rapes per 100,000, according to the FBI Uniform Crime Report, Alaska’s rape rate is almost three times the national average; for child sexual assault, it’s nearly six times.
His breathing was normal, but his hands…” She pauses, and the word hangs thickly in the air.
“His hands felt like he was ”Afterward, she ran into the living room and burst into tears, stuffing her face into a pillow so her parents wouldn’t hear. They feel dirty and just want to clean everything off.” The following summer, Jane was fast asleep at her family’s fish camp downriver, while a group of adults drank and caroused in the next room.