I was both an observer and a participant in a teenage rape. I was 17, and it was 1969, about a year before I would be drafted into the army.
I went to a small Catholic school in Pittsburgh called St Justin, for the children of mostly blue-collar workers, and I had been invited to a party by a friend from another Catholic high school. Many football players from that school would be there. I wasn't very popular with these boys at the time, so I went; I wanted to be friends with them. I knew a few of them and wanted to get to know the rest. These boys were from the suburbs, and their parents mostly had more money than mine.
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