They've concocted charges against him, W. says. They made them up! They plucked them out of thin air! Even after he hugged her, even after he saw her crying and embraced her in the snow, and told her everything would be alright, she made up charges against him, she tried to get him frogmarched from the campus; she called human resources. She called the campus police. But they wouldn't act. Even they knew it was wrong. Even they knew the charges were made up.
And he'd hugged her. He embraced her in the snow, as though she were the wounded party. As though her life had been ruined by him.
But that's why she brought charges against him, W. says. It was because he was brought up to be compassionate. Because he told her it would all be alright, there in the snow. What did she see? His weakness (which was really compassion)? Her shame (her wickedness)?
She knew she'd been judged. She'd seen an angel and spat in his face. This is how the world will end, W. says. We'll spit in the face of angels, of the poor and the wretched. We'll spit in the face of those who demand justice.
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