Pro-Jacob Zuma protests in South Africa resulted in killings, shootings, and lootings.
The guards mentally and physically tortured me. They called me a terrorist, rioter, traitor, jihadi. I wasn’t allowed to brush my teeth or read books, and I could barely sleep in my tiny, filthy, isolated cell.
The #BreakingCodeSilence movement estimates there are 100,000 teens being held against their will at over 1,000 facilities in the U.S.
I live without my wife because of that chaos. After I became a victim of violence, I have felt sad, lonely, forsaken, and hated.
I did not expect my display of solidarity to end up in a bloodbath because of police brutality.
My husband, 10 years my senior, shouted at me for no reason. He would often beat me with his belt and throw me out of the house. Other times, he would grab me by the hair, throw me on the floor, get on top of me and choke me.
Thanks to my educational training, I managed to save a girl whose parents exposed her to the sex trade.